|Some scenes from Main Street Art Fair.|
Kyle (age 9) had $5.00 to spend and wanted to buy something special for his mom, my daughter Michelle. So we viewed paintings, photography, jewelry, collage, ceramics, and garden art with that in mind. He liked the art made by students at the two Sylvania high schools, Northview and Southview. He liked the variety. We talked about the art, the widely different mediums and styles, the use of color, design, shapes, and perspective, about imagination. Kyle instinctively understands. "You can imagine anything and make art," he said. "This one has lots of paint, and this one is pencil and crayon," he would point out, as we looked carefully at each piece. He liked the photography too, which made me think I will buy him a camera for his upcoming 10th birthday. Do we have a budding artist in the family?
|Kyle and Philip carrying a blow-up bed from|
GranE's to my place, up the street.
After the art show, Kyle and Philip came to my place and we had a fantastic overnight together. We ended the day with an imaginative story that began with having different kinds of birds, all colors, and making a huge cage to take care of them. Could they fly in and out? Yes, because they like to be free. Somehow we added other animals, dogs and cats, a zebra, a cow, a horse and a pony, and so we needed a big barn, and we built a special barn. Oh, and ducks, too, Philip said. Ducks? Then we'll need a pond, Kyle said brightly. So we built a pond, pure blue water surrounded by green trees and shrubs and wild flowers, down a path from the barn and bird cage, and added fish, a whale, and a shark. It was a Noah's ark story. The boys riffed on every idea, seamlessly, joyfully, without screening, without restraint. They nodded off with smiles on their faces, dreaming of kind animals and their lovely surroundings, made special by people who care for them. Imagination. Simple pleasures.