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Recently have been told I look like Mary Ann from Gilligan's Island. I hadn't heard that in years, but that is a good place to start as to what I look like, although she had a better bod. I have three boys and have been married for 13 years. Born of a Navy family, in Hawaii, one Mom, one Dad, one sister and one brother. The eldest of three children. BS in Applied Mathematics. Consider Pensacola my home town although I moved every 2-3 years of my life growing up. Currently work in the aerospace industry in an engineering position while being a Mom. Of Celtic heritage and very proud of it.

Friday, June 25, 2004

My Son the Artist Part II

This is Part II of my two part series, inspired by Harvey and Frank J., on my son’s artistic capabilities.

These events occurred in 2nd grade. We’ve moved past stick figures and sea serpents. At the urging of a friend of his, he draws a picture of a stick figure watching the school as it blows up. Now he can read; now there are captions. Keep in mind, he loves school. It was just something to draw, but now that there are captions actually admitting that it’s a school and it’s blowing up, and there are assorted bombs all over, it is now not funny to the new teacher, who I always thought was an edgy psycho who took things too seriously, and to her, this is all GREATLY disturbing. Alas, he gets in big trouble. The whole time he’s saying to me, “I don’t get why everyone is mad! The school was empty! Nobody got hurt!” Well, you just don’t draw pictures of schools blowing up anymore, especially when you go to Catholic school. We had to discuss appropriate vs. inappropriate drawing topics. A topic I am sure we will discuss in the future, yet again, if he moves past stick figures and realizes girls are around for other things than to harass.

We are now getting closer to his 1st Holy Communion. I’m not Catholic, but my husband and children are. There is this prayer called the Hail Mary. The assignment of the class was to create a book and write the prayer with a single line from the prayer at the top of a page and then draw what it means underneath. There is a line in the prayer that goes something like, "And this at the hour of our death”… you can only imagine.

They post these books in the hallway. I happen down the hall and start looking for my artistic son’s rendition. I flip through it and get to that magical line. He drew a coffin, he’s in it, dead, with X’s over his eyes. Now I’m thinking, “Ok, very practical and reasonable, but how did the OTHER children interpret this?” I start flipping through all the books.

Girls. All the same. Every one of them, balloons, holding hands with Mary, green beautiful grass, birds chirping, rainbows, flowers, angels, love love love.

Boys. Death. In a variety of ways. Seems my son’s was one of the most tame. Who woulda thunk? I’ve got the kid who had a stick figure blow up the damn school. (BTW, it was a good spatially accurate drawing of his school… even if it was exploding. He had all the windows in the right place, got the number of floors correct, got the shape right… I digress.) I flip open another boy’s and he has a picture of himself, his mother has been in a car wreck, and he is flying through a windshield of his mother’s vehicle, evidently not wearing a seatbelt, and splats onto another car. And dies. How many times has this kid probably heard, “If you don’t put on your seat belt, and I get in a wreck, you’ll fly through this windshield and die!”? Hmm. I gather a lot. Nice.

The last and my personal favorite, was this one boy’s that has himself drawn in a hockey goal, having been bludgeoned to death. Blood all over. He’s lying in the bottom of the goal. Dead. Wha??? Damn. What in the hell did those parents let that kid watch on TV?

Boy art vs. girl art. It isn’t the same. But boy Art is much more fun. (Big Grin)

6 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Man, I could swear back in the day we used to have little songs about the teacher dying or the school being destroyed, or lyrics of that nature. Wonder how that would go over now...


Toluca Nole

3:44 PM  
Blogger Sally said...

"Now and at the hour of our deaths"
Told you I was Irish.
That's absolutely hilarious!
My daughter was pretty funny at the age of two, after too much Harry Potter: A GOBLIN (God) made the World. A GOBLIN made me etc...

5:28 PM  
Blogger littlejoe said...

I hate the thought of stifling a child's very fertile imagination, and burgeoning artistic talent. I myself am a creative person, in a few art forms. If I was in school now, I would be deemed unstable and possibly dangerous.

I say let him make art at home, encourage him, you never know where it might lead.

On a lighter note, I love little boy art also, although I have a niece who asked me to teach her how to spit like a boy. She draws good violent fun stuff too.

12:20 AM  
Blogger Graumagus said...

Is that the niece that stabbed you with the fork, Joe?

10:31 AM  
Blogger Boudicca said...

He's allowed to draw anything he wants at home. I definitely don't stifle him. It's in school he has to watch it. He understands now. It's irritating. I wish I had saved the nasty note I got from his teacher.

Hey! I taught my nephew how to make himself burp! Luckily, he has yet to stab me with a fork...

10:36 AM  
Blogger littlejoe said...

Different niece.

12:46 AM  

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