The kids have great success with oil pastels on black paper. The colors come out bright and bold and even make some interesting blend combinations. The pictures belong to (from left to right, top to bottom): Charlie, Maya, Me, Maddie, Makenna.
I like doing the art with the kids and I usually do create right along with them but we struggle with attitudes when I do. I'm not a gifted artist by any stretch of the imagination, just older, or course, with more practice at staying in the lines and such. And occasionally I'm really good at copying someone else's genius. But when we work side by side I get complaints about how their pictures don't look like mine and defeated attitudes that they aren't getting the results they think they should be getting. I don't know if this is normal in art classes or just a quirky dynamic of our home situation. Either way, I've tried to be more proactive with my talk--pointing out how God made each one of us unique and how we each create in totally unique ways. No one can choose colors like Maddie; no one could blend the rainbow like Maya; no one can pick placement like Makenna; and no one can--well, there's just no one like Charlie. Things are improving slowly and we're finding joy in the process. They're starting to come away with a sense of pride in the fact that God created each one of them so special, there is none like them anywhere.
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