We make a lot of art in our house. Which is not to say
that I spend my days coordinating creative projects for my kids. I am
not that mother. In fact, if you want to ever see a cringeworthy
example of my inner control freak, you should watch me try to make
Christmas cookies with my kids. One of the marks of how well we love
each other is how easily they take my irritation in stride when we
try to make stuff together.
Acknowledging the “solo artist” aspect of my
personality, I nevertheless desire to nurture my kids' creativity.
When school supplies go on sale in the late summer, I always stock up
on markers, crayons, watercolors, different kinds of paper, glue
sticks and scissors. All this stuff gets thrown in a box and can be
used whenever the mood to make stuff strikes them. I choose things
carefully that can be used with minimal supervision, have low
potential for disaster, and can be easily replaced so that supplies
are always readily available and nothing is ever off limits. Not
everything is a masterpiece, but we certainly win in volume
department.
Charlie regularly tells people, “I am an artist.”
And I think there's something to the style of free form constantly
available creativity that is cultivated in our house that makes him see art as something that belongs
to him. He will make art out of anything. There are few containers
that are allowed to go directly into the recycling without Charlie
first having his way with decorating them. “Mom, can I have that
box?” is something I hear all the time, and since it is still
recyclable after he's done, the answer is always, “Sure.” Our
walls are also full of Charlie's paintings representing the makeshift
art gallery he created when he was really into using the scotch tape.
My inner control freak is not that interested in interior design and
I have yet to discover my inner neat freak, so I wholeheartedly
approve of his displays.
I had a colleague who spent some time as a daycare teacher and she talked about arguments she had with colleagues about the distinction between doing guided craft projects with the kids and art. Art, she insisted was about self-expression. Craft projects could be fun, and teach a bunch of skills, but because the focus was on a predetermined pattern, they were not art. As an artist, myself, and as a parent fostering young artists, I have come to agree with her. We may learn forms or use certain patterns as a launching point, but the heart and soul of art is the freedom of the artist to control the process and the product.