because family is funny
Been a bit of rough week for the Bob-o-link. Who knew joy and angst could be drawn with crayons?
I know how he feels: Feelings tornado.
Very Jackson Pollock. I actually like the idea of a tornado of colors. :)When I was four, I went through a period of drawing pages of carrots. I recall that my parents were rather amused, and I recall that even I didn't know why I was drawing carrots, but I wanted to draw them, so I did. (Mostly they were orange triangles with green scribbles on top.)
Tiny artists are my favorite...
Love the title, Bob. And good for your teacher for letting you guys draw what you want. So often that doesn't happen and that can get annoying.
Artistic freedom! Yes!
Flowers Are Red (Harry Chapin)The little boy went first day of schoolHe got some crayons and started to drawHe put colors all over the paperFor colors was what he sawAnd the teacher said.. What you doin' young manI'm paintin' flowers he saidShe said... It's not the time for art young manAnd anyway flowers are green and redThere's a time for everything young manAnd a way it should be doneYou've got to show concern for everyone elseFor you're not the only oneAnd she said...Flowers are red young manGreen leaves are greenThere's no need to see flowers any other wayThan the way they always have been seenBut the little boy said...There are so many colors in the rainbowSo many colors in the morning sunSo many colors in the flower and I see every oneWell the teacher said.. You're sassyThere's ways that things should beAnd you'll paint flowers the way they areSo repeat after me.....And she said...Flowers are red young manGreen leaves are greenThere's no need to see flowers any other wayThan the way they always have been seenBut the little boy said...There are so many colors in the rainbowSo many colors in the morning sunSo many colors in the flower and I see every oneThe teacher put him in a cornerShe said.. It's for your own good..And you won't come out 'til you get it rightAnd all responding like you shouldWell finally he got lonelyFrightened thoughts filled his headAnd he went up to the teacherAnd this is what he said.. and he saidFlowers are red, green leaves are greenThere's no need to see flowers any other wayThan the way they always have been seenTime went by like it always doesAnd they moved to another townAnd the little boy went to another schoolAnd this is what he foundThe teacher there was smilin'She said...Painting should be funAnd there are so many colors in a flowerSo let's use every oneBut that little boy painted flowersIn neat rows of green and redAnd when the teacher asked him whyThis is what he said.. and he saidFlowers are red, green leaves are greenThere's no need to see flowers any other wayThan the way they always have been seen.
Thank you. He's so lucky to have found the second teacher first...
Love your blog, Lisa. You're one of my RSS feed re-tweets. Run this vaguely art related joke past the Bobster.What's red and smells of blue paint.Red paint!That one brought out a long suffering, "Aww, dad," from my lot.
Thanks! And Aww, Mom!
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