Rebecca has always been the more artsy-crafty of my kids. She loves crayons and markers, finger paints and stickers (oh, the love affair with stickers, it is epic).
It has been interesting to watch her drawing evolve. First, obviously, it was just plain old scribbling. Then the arm motion changed, and it was more of a swirling, circular scribble. Since she started school, a lot of what she brings home seems more purposeful, if pretty abstract to my eyes. But the bits of color have become increasingly discrete, clear that she’s putting each mark in a particular place on purpose.
When there are coloring sheets, there is a noticeable effort to color in the vicinity of the lines. (This one was later embellished, to my wicked delight, with the Plague stickers.)
Previously, she would sometimes assign meaning to a drawing after the fact, finding a particular shape in amongst the scribbles (“I made a triangle!”). Or she will claim she is drawing a particular scene (“this is Daniel jumping on the bed”), though the visual can’t be fully appreciated by an artistic low-life such as myself. But, still, the drawing continues to be much more purposeful from start to finish. (The brown one, she will have you know, is the “really bad guy,” Darth Vader.)
And then, I spied something on one of her coloring sheets, and asked her to draw me some more.
She made flowers. Multicolored, totally recognizable flowers, with grass and everything.
I love art.
