You won't find blank canvases or acrylics; in our house, art is where a 5 year old boy sees it. This week it was newspaper cut in the shape of ghosts and landscapes done on legal pads.
A documentary playing in small independent theaters right now poses the question: can a pre-schooler create modern art that will sell for tens of thousands of dollars? Little Marla Olmstead did...or did she? "My Kid Could Paint That" won't answer that question, but will shed light on the problem of parents who push their young children into the media spotlight, and away from just being a kid.
Last week we attended William's very first art show. (Not "his", but rather the St. Ann art show) In William's work we see stories and detail. A bird, a tree, a house, friends or family. He draws his experiences, his wants and sometimes even his fears. We don't see Pollack, or Willem de Frauding. It's a child drawing his childhood. And that's how it should be.
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