she's got skills
for the first two and a half years of her life, eve refused to do any art projects. she would, occasionally, be willing to pick up a black pen and scribble or draw a circle. but crayons? markers? glue? heavens, no. not unless i shamelessly bribed her, and even then it never turned out well for us. . . . until the magic of stamping with oranges. thank you, kids craft weekly. for the first time eve didn't complain or sit lethargically, and i didn't end up wanting to melt all the crayons down into one giant brick and throw it through the window. it was an art-day miracle.
since that glorious day she has totally developed as an artist. she is a minimalist, often drawing just a few lines in the same color as the paper, but she does it and really likes it. painting, drawing, cutting, stamping and sculpting, she'll do it all. she's intense and will occassionally get really angry about the outcome of a project and cry or tear it up, but for the most part she seems willing to accept the slow evolution of her abilities.
on sunday she reached a new level; she drew her first person! her daddy and then our whole family, right on chip's birthday poster. no arms, hair or noses. we have only the essentials- head, eyes, mouth and two long legs. i'm in love. . . with the art and with eve all over again.
Wednesday, June 27, 2007 at 08:53AM
Reader Comments (3)
awesome drawings from Eve.
Liam loves to paint, draw, color, do playdough- he always has. But similar to Eve he sometimes gets really upset about a project and crumples it up. Often times he even cries over it. It is strange to me (and sometimes funny).
no surprise at eve turing into a tortured artist. i remember watching her cry when she carefully placed all her blocks in a perfect row and one of them seemed just barely out of place. she demands ultimate perfection. and a two-legged head is perfect to me. can i have a pic for my fridge?
Nice drawings! They remind me of what my youngest daughter Annefloor, now 20 years old, answered when she was three years old. She came home from preschool with a white paper with two small blue lines (drwan by her) on it, and I asked: nice, what is it? She said: Mom, what a stupid question: a painting of course!