"My Kindergarten Progress" (7"h x 5"w, encaustic on board with attachments) reveals so much to me as I view the years through the veil of time.
Many things still ring true, that I do indeed still "LOVE TO TAKE PART IN ART ACTIVITIES."
But what is so poignant to me is the fact the teacher felt the need to state other things, as well:
"The difficult spelling of Sher's last name has made it difficult for her to learn" - obviously I was scarred for life, barred from the learning I so desperately sought.
Creating "My Last Name Was Creekbaum" (5"h x 8"w, encaustic on board) was just as cathartic as I reviewed my assessment. I rejoice that my mother so lovingly stored this and many pieces of my childhood art. Because of her forethought, I re-discovered and was reintroduced to myself as a child.
Somethings never change: Unbeknownst at the time I was dyslexic and STILL "Need Improvement" in that area of knowing "my right from left".
Although time goes by, I can still see myself in that little brown- toothed girl (I had two crescent shaped "milk" teeth for my two front teeth) and recognize her spirit in my kindergarten progress report . . . and again in this image from 1st grade.
Though much heartache has happened since I was an innocent kindergartener, there is still a sense of unbounded joy to be had in life.
Celebrate the child you once were and try to relive the innocence and beauty of discovering a new butterfly in a color you've never seen before and in wading in creeks (that were really just sewers) and making mud pies. Live your life like an innocent child: one day, one moment, one breathe at a time.
Protect the innocence of the children your life - encourage their curiosity, celebrate their efforts, dry their tears. But most of all, speak with them about life and what it means and how important they are to the world.
"you, too, are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and stars . . . " excerpt from the Desiderata of Happiness, by Max Ehrmann
Many things still ring true, that I do indeed still "LOVE TO TAKE PART IN ART ACTIVITIES."
But what is so poignant to me is the fact the teacher felt the need to state other things, as well:
"The difficult spelling of Sher's last name has made it difficult for her to learn" - obviously I was scarred for life, barred from the learning I so desperately sought.
Creating "My Last Name Was Creekbaum" (5"h x 8"w, encaustic on board) was just as cathartic as I reviewed my assessment. I rejoice that my mother so lovingly stored this and many pieces of my childhood art. Because of her forethought, I re-discovered and was reintroduced to myself as a child.
Somethings never change: Unbeknownst at the time I was dyslexic and STILL "Need Improvement" in that area of knowing "my right from left".
Although time goes by, I can still see myself in that little brown- toothed girl (I had two crescent shaped "milk" teeth for my two front teeth) and recognize her spirit in my kindergarten progress report . . . and again in this image from 1st grade.
Though much heartache has happened since I was an innocent kindergartener, there is still a sense of unbounded joy to be had in life.
Celebrate the child you once were and try to relive the innocence and beauty of discovering a new butterfly in a color you've never seen before and in wading in creeks (that were really just sewers) and making mud pies. Live your life like an innocent child: one day, one moment, one breathe at a time.
Protect the innocence of the children your life - encourage their curiosity, celebrate their efforts, dry their tears. But most of all, speak with them about life and what it means and how important they are to the world.
"you, too, are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and stars . . . " excerpt from the Desiderata of Happiness, by Max Ehrmann