13.5.21

Modern Art

 We have just completed our first year apart of a homeschooling co-op. The co-op breaks up the year into four sessions with two subjects taught each session. This last session I was assigned to teach modern artists to my oldest child's group. If you know my style of art you know I hate modern art. I make exceptions for Monet and Degas otherwise I do not quite appreciate the necessity of creating strange art for the sake of being different. I understand with the evolution of human nature there is a need to stretch the norm, but so much of it is just silly.

However, after studying some of these artists a little more closely I learned they are more disturbed than I remember, but they in fact they did have talent. There was definite skill yet while trying to discover their individual flare they withdrew from training. Take Jackson Pollock, whom I loathe, his early works of southwest influence showed character and imagination. The drippings, though I totally enjoyed sprinkling the paint with purpose and loud music in the background, is totally a sham. But Pollock was the first to dare to display a paint mess and was recognized as innovative. 

With each lesson I painted an example of each artist we studied to offer a visual scale without losing the impression in a small image posted in a book. I have training in photography and graphic design, but not in painting. Still, I loved copying a great to see if I could. It was fun to be creative. I was pleased with the results. And it gave me a better appreciation for the artist and their ideas. Let's see if you can guess which artists we studied and who I tried to replicate.








12.5.21

I am a Mother

A couple of weeks ago after nearly 7 years of nursing babies I hung up my milk jugs permanently. Feeling a little disappointed to acknowledge my baby boy is all grown and wouldn't it be nice to have another baby this day, the day before Mother's Day, also reminded me it is nice to have independence. 

The oldest girl has been doing terrific on her own riding a bike. (I cringe for the day she actually has a bad fall. ) The younger two children are probably not far behind biking on their own as soon as they master peddling. (They have accomplished the balance. )

In just a couple more years we will have some very independent kiddos allowing us to do many more activities without having to worry about sitting out ourselves or struggling to conjure a lame activity we can all do. Unless, God seems fit to perform a miracle we are moving forward as a three kid family. On a day like this I'm okay with removing my uterus out of commission. 

I find myself for the first time since having kids truly enjoying our craziness. I might come off as mean or bitter, but it just means being nice doesn't seem to de-escalate the bickering. However, once we the tempers fade I'm back to being all smiles. Each kid has their own special way of making me indignant, but they also have an incredible talent for completely enchanting my heart to love them ever so more. 

I am a mom and there's no one else I'd rather be.







 

My Superheroes








I  absolutely love my kids' imagination. I love how the girls include their little brother. I love how little brother yearns to be with his sisters. And I love each kid's individual flare of uniqueness.