Baby Blues by Rick Kirkman and Jerry Scott
I can so identify with this. I have that gene – you know the one, the ‘I want to fix everything gene’.
I think many women have this gene, particularly mothers.
When I taught 3 year old kids, at a bible stud,y we would have craft time. Some teachers would make sure every bit of the craft was perfect. But to me perfect is relative…if the kids wanted their shining stars on the path or their sea was orange… okay with me. It was their picture to complete, who am I to say their vision is wrong?
I was a pre-school teacher for a little over three years and I taught 3s, 4s and after-schoolers at different times. I remember many an art project, and that’s how I felt about it too. That was the part I loved – their vision, their interpretation. That’s what art is all about anyway, right?
At least the comic mom thought she was fixing a backpack-ruined turkey. I have to wonder about parents and teachers who insist that it be “perfect” from the get-go. Where is that motivation coming from when you’re dealing with a 3-year-old or a classroom of tiny kids? Is it more about the adult at that point?
I never taught little kids, but the idea to let creativity find its own path applies to any age. In the college writing classroom, I was always telling students to find their own way instead of trying to mimic the examles Loss of creativity is one reason I hate writing formulas!
I love the comic and the quote!
You know Patti, you’re right about it applying to any age! The worst part is that we stifle ourselves, our own creativity and uniqueness.
It is a cute comic, though 🙂
I love this quote, as a woman, mother, and teacher. I try to remind myself that you almost always have to let others make their own mistakes to really learn from them.
That’s so true. How can we grow if we’re not given the opportunity?
I can relate to this article because I know there are times where I want my art to be different. I often find this to be true especially in my writing. There are so many different rules for writing that sometimes I want to disregard the rules. I want to write how I want to write and I don’t care if there are grammatical errors or incorrect punctuation marks. I crafted my art in a certain way and I want to keep it untouched.
I fixed your comment, but my response never went through, haha! What I had said was…
You make a good point! I think that’s the wonderful thing about art of all kinds, is it is your personal creativity and interpretation. I also think that the wonder of art equally found in the interpretation of the audience. But for the artist, you have to follow your own rules.
Creativity is the only way to change the boundaries of what we think (or know) is possible. It’s the first brave, sometimes completely unaware first step that people look strangely. After it clicks that “Hey, this can work, it does make sense”, it becomes commonplace. This is also where everyone suffers amnesia on a massive scale as the original detractors suddenly become lifelong supporters and can’t remember ever calling the creator crazy, insane, utterly wrong, etc.
Nothing like a wounded turkey to make me think!
You’re absolutely right!! It’s funny how so many people have that selective amnesia, isn’t it?
And this is what I love about comments – everyone sees things differently, and comments give us an opportunity to really share and explore those variances. That apple turkey said one thing to the mothers in some of us, something different to the artists, something particular to the teachers, etc. It’s wonderful. I love comments!!
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