Every other Friday night, I have a quiet night at home with Miles and baby D while the older kids are out and about with Dad at their church youth groups. While they have Bible study, scavenger hunts and Karaoke, we relax in our peaceful home.
This week, Miles and I decided to start a painting club. We have a very involved secret handshake. And we both work on painting projects. We decided that sometimes, we’ll invite other people over to paint with us.
Here is what Miles made:
I had a vision of what I would make. Miles just made. My work turned out a bit stilted and contrived. His flowed.
I worked on my painting until it was over worked. Miles knew when to put his painting aside and start a new one.
I am not usually so uptight about art, but I think I’m out of practice and was a little anxious. Yes, I was anxious about Friday Night Art Club with Miles.
When I was in school, I had a wonderful drawing teacher – Crossan Hays Curry – who shocked us all in 1st year drawing. We drew the model, each of working SO hard to demonstrate our lofty 18 year old “skillzz”. After 30 minutes or so, he asked us to tear off our drawing, wad it up, and throw it in the trash. We did this every day, every drawing for a month.
When we were through, we knew that we were students. We were learners, experimenters, free to make mistakes or make beauty – either way, there would always be another chance tomorrow.
I guess it takes “practice” for grown ups (including 18 year olds) to unlearn our ways and loosen up enough to really be creative. I treasure the lessons learned that year, and am reminded of them this year in the Miles and Mom Painting Club.