The secondary title of this post should be "Why I Am Not An Art Teacher". Considering my husband is an art teacher, you'd think a teensy bit of his talent would have rubbed off on me over these past 10 years. Isn't that supposed to be a perk of being married??
On one recent afternoon, Kenyon and I sat out on the front porch doing an activity where I would draw an animal. He'd guess what it was (miraculously, considering the skill level, or lack thereof), and then we'd sound out the letters as I wrote the name.
My first grader eyed the drawings warily and diplomatically said, "You could have drawn a mane on the zebra." No wonder it looked so weird...
Ha ha! He does look a little bald there. I think the Octopus is missing a leg too. :-)
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Happy WW!
Now I'm no art teacher, but I am very impressed with your art! If I drew a stick figure, someone would look at it and say, "What is that? A pile of sticks?"
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