Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Unfolding Scenes in Marguerite's Mind

Sometimes Marguerite and I sit together with watercolor pencils and concoct picture scenes based on her imagination (I'm actually hoping to write a complete story doing something similar - as of now, I can't map out a plot yet from her as she'd rather keep on adding "friends" to the picture instead of developing a storyline, lol). This is something we worked on last November 15.

The first picture started with a mushroom and from that single element came the following:

There was a mushroom. It was orange with no circles. A mouse lived in it. It was small and purple. It was also nice and cute. What was the name of the mouse. What was friends with a nice, pink cockroach named Pink. They liked to play ball together. Their favorite ball was a red one they bought from the store. One day a small cat came along. It was gray. It was nice and became friends with them. There was also a white boy hamster. They had a party. They ate the instruments of the band.

The second one started with a tree:

In the middle of the garden a big blue tree that bore sweet grapes. A fat little boy came over to eat the grapes. His name was Tricia and he was orange. He was a happy kid. One day a hamster showed up. It was blue and funny. Really cute too. It said to Tricia, "Hello." Tricia answered, "Hi." There was another hamster. Her name was Girl. The hamsters bit the kitty cats (which I didn't know were supposed to be there and were pink, so I had to add them).

We were supposed to work on a third one, but Marguerite espied a pink highlighter from her art box and got busy making marshmallow people (as she called them, although from what I gathered from her, there's supposed to be an elephant there somewhere too).


Oh and the next picture... concerns something over which I'm vacillating. There's a school of thought (a branch of Waldorf - or maybe all of Waldorf, I'm not sure) that says it's more natural and developmentally appropriate for children to start learning how to write using cursive. I think that scribble of Marguerite's may support that. I don't know. I still have to read about it. If ever I do decide to go with that thought, I'll use the Spencerian script to teach her, hehe. I transcribed and catalogued archaic documents for the National Archives as a part-time job when I was in grad school and I just fell in love with the old-fashioned scripts. :)

5 comments:

The Kano said...

As a person who started drawing at a very young age, I think the work you are doing with Marguerite is great. I just loved drawing and using my imagination.

swirlyagelessmind said...

Wow, Midge actually found inspiration from the two annoying cats who rudely made our compound their toilet! I'm impressed...I think we have a little Beatrix Potter in the making here!=)

Sharkbytes (TM) said...

Did you know that there is a whole school of thought here that says we shouldn't bother teaching children cursive at all, because all they will need to do in the modern world is type?

Not sure what I think of that! But I like your creative flow art.

spinninglovelydays said...

@Dave: Thanks. I mean to encourage the hobby. :)

@Chip: She might be. That never even occurred to me. :)

@Sharkbytes: Thanks. And I didn't know some people think that way. Luckily for Marguerite, her mother does not like the idea of a world where nothing is handwritten, lol

bingkee said...

I started drawing at age 1 1/2 --my father said. I drew on walls, fridge doors, blank pages in books, albums, etc.
But I don't draw with somebody looking at my drawing or me. I show the finished "product" right after I'm done with it because I feel that my imagination is disrupted when someone is sitting beside me/or looking at me drawing---that started when I was a child.
But just like you, my dad encouraged me to delve into my creative pursuits by buying me sketchbooks, papers, crayons , pencils, etc.