Our school has a fantastic new art teacher who has energized the art program to a new level. Last night was the first annual art show, complete with red carpet and paparazzi (Yes, I volunteered for that one. Too fun, though I was jostling with a dad for my position. Just like the Oscars.)
Quite a few of the kids "dressed" for the occasion. Many of the girls wore lovely spring dresses and sparkly shoes; there were a few bow ties, one tux, and my kids and their buddy did their version of French artists: gelled hair, shades and pencil moustaches and goatees. I coached them to say "je suis tres chic" but mostly they said they stuck to "croissant." It was a fabulous night. You could almost feel the school buzzing as the students led their parents through the "gallery." I sent my mother-in-law some pics and she's warned me that there are artists in the family and starving is not a fun way to live. Ok, ok. But can't every human be an artist?
I quote this inspiring book on my nightstand, "The Art Spirit" by Robert Henri:
"When the artist is alive in any person, whatever his kind of work may be, he becomes an inventive, searching, daring, self-expressing creature....Where those who are not artists are trying to close the book, he opens it, shows there are still more pages possible."