Lola went to art today, on Black Day, to draw pictures with white crayon on black paper. I had stencils for city buildings with window cutouts, so she made a lovely picture with lots of buildings. Then she cut it into lots of small pieces.
Was this frustration? Boredom? The joy of cutting paper? I have no idea. I can’t speak Spanish and she can’t speak English. I wished I had the time to get an interpreter, but this was right after David had been carried from the room and kicked Alice in the head on the way out, and I just couldn’t take the time.
Speaking of Alice (named for Alice the Fairy), she said, “hey, he kicked me!” and then continued making her night time picture. When it was clean up time I found her at the sink washing glue off her hands and then saw that at her place at the art table there was a huge puddle of white glue.
So Alice, who too had made a lovely night-time city picture, not only also took scissors and cut it up, but she then took glue and poured it all over her picture. And the table.
I had her dry her hands, then had her clean the table, and then modeled with scrap paper how to use the glue with just little dots (she speaks some English, but I said “Chiquita!” and hoped that made sense). I may have called myself a good teacher in my last post, but at this point in the morning I was unable to keep the exasperation out of my voice.
I wish I had been at the art table with the girls to watch them make their pictures, and to help them, and talk to them.
Instead I was doing assessments to get ready for conferences. With the David chaos I’m a week behind, at least.
Note to self: when things calm down, hang out at art with Lola and Alice.