Thursday, June 18, 2015

Why I Became an Art Teacher



"What are you making?" asked her mother, 
"other than a mess."
The child didn't answer. She put down her brush,
and she ran outside to play.

"Tell me about your painting," said her art teacher.
The child answered, 
"It's a painting." 
They laughed, together, they laughed. 
The child dipped her brush back in the paint,
and she sloshed on another line.

8 comments:

  1. What an invaluable lesson!
    I think that's why I can't sing..not because of my parents..the choir director at school.
    Love these rich colors.

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  2. As a mom it makes me cringe to think of things I may have said to my girls in this vein...

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  3. God bless the teachers who have nurtured all the little artistic souls out there! I had a creative writing teacher in high school who changed my life. Thank you for being one of the nurturers!

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  4. Witam serdecznie. Dziecko zawsze trzeba wysłuchać, zrozumieć i chwalić jego małe pasje. Pozdrawiam i ślę całusa.

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  5. It was sort of like that with me....I wanted to do art but was forced to do music. I never enjoyed it.

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