Art

We go to monthly art classes at a local art museum. We have been going there for about 4 years now. I will never forget the first time we went. After the class was over and we were on our way home, my son said to me, “That was soooooooooooooooooooooooooo verrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrryyyyyyyyyyyyy boooooooooooorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnng. Do we have to do that again?” Well, I thought about it and I decided we would try it one more time. So we went back again.

Every month Ms. Peggy picks out a certain part of the museum to check out. After a tour of the section of the museum that they are discussing that month, the kids all go back to the craft room and work on a project related to that section of the museum. One time it was the Native American section. For their craft, they created moccasins out of paper, beads, feathers, and suede lace. Another time they studied portraits. For their craft they each had a mirror set up in front of them and they painted a self-portrait. When they studied sculpture, they used wire and ribbon and cans to make a sculpture of their own. Each month they study a different aspect of the museum and then bring it to life in the craft room.

Like I said, we have been going to the Art Museum for about four years now. My son no longer talks about how boring it is. When I tell him it is an Art Museum Day, he gets all excited and wants to know what we are going to learn about that day. One day a couple of months ago he told me that he thinks he wants to be an artist. He said he can take his art supplies with him when he goes in to space. He can paint or draw the things he sees there. After all, one of his favorite artists is Neil Armstrong.