I read somewhere that some poor fool had suggested that parents dump the old art that was created by their children.
What?
Now, I don't want you to think my house should be on an episode of "Hoarders," or something like that but I simply say, "Pshaw," to that. I keep that art- not all of it- just a few pieces, mind you. I get a kick, a lift, a grin out of looking at my kid's old art.
I can't describe it. First, I initially travel back in time to that time period. I remember the clothes, their favorite t.v. shows, their bad haircut, and whatever horrible song I had to keep playing on Radio Disney for them.
And then I look at the art. And often I sigh. I see the broad strokes. I see how large they draw themselves in relationship to other objects. I see the boldness, and the lack of fear, or apprehension. And for that tiny moment I want to go back, but inevitably reality kicks back in and the moment is gone.
I treasure children's art. I'm glad you see the joy in it as well. A school district had children's artwork in an airport I passed through this year, and it made the journey so pleasant.
ReplyDeleteI have kept some of my children's artwork, too, and they are both in their 30s now. I love children's art - it is so honest, without artifice. Like you, I remember how they were then and how important making art was to them.
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