Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Art Imitating Life

I am amazed by my children's art, not necessarily because it shows any extreme amount of talent (although I like to think it does), but because it serves as an ongoing reflection of their passions.

My eldest is passionate about indigenous cultures, particularly those of Africa and America.  She has told me on more than one occasion that she should have been born 500 years ago somewhere where they grind their grain on a large stone.  These are her latest two pieces of art:

They remind me a great deal of both the folk art so prevalent in her birth country of Haiti and the art of the Huichol Indians of Mexico, two cultures that once ground their grain on large stones (the Huichol still do, I believe).

My son is, and has always been, obsessed with technology, particularly of the motorized variety.  Though he has begun to branch out into drawing people and animals,

his most common drawings offer me a direct window into the inventions flowing through his brain.

A more friendly MRI Machine

My youngest cares most about medicine.  It's what she reads, what she plays, and the field she purports to enter when she is older.  Lately, her professed specialty has been orthopedics.  Also lately, her art looks like this:

I find that when I stop to really study their art (rather than immediately throwing it into the bin that keeps it off the floor, the couch, their beds, the table, etc.), I always discover a new piece of the passions that drive them.

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