We did a lot of painting and coloring this week, just experimenting and observing. After reading a book entitled Skippyjon Jones - color crazy by Judy Schachner (where the cat colors grass yellow and the sun blue, etc.) I pulled out a favorite poem of mine from 1991.
Purple
In first grade Mrs. Lohr said my purple teepee wasn't realistic enough, that purple was no color for a tent, that purple was a color for people who died, that my drawing wasn't good enough to hang with the others. I walked back to my seat counting the swish swish swishes of my baggy curduroy trousers. With a black crayon nightfall came to my purple tent in the middle of an afternoon.
In second grade Mr. Barta said draw anything, he didn't care what. I left my paper blank and when he came around to my desk my heart beat like a tom tom. He touched my head and in a soft voice said the snowfall, how clean and white and beautiful. (author unknown)
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