November 5, 2010
October 12, 2010
Jeb’s art is now exploring what I’ve come to term “The Nude Series”. Yes, sketched characters are now more anatomically accurate (not to mention, exclusively male).
As an artist myself, I encourage him to express himself freely. But I’ve had to differentiate between what can be drawn in his journals at home and what he can create at school.
Look closely and you’ll see that today in art class the muse overtook him. However, it appears as though censure prevailed in the shape of an eraser, leaving only a faded remnant in this abridged example.
He says he removed the appendage of his own accord, not because the teacher asked him to.
Part of me is happy that he honored my request to keep the nudes at home. And part of me grieves to think that the editor – that bane of creativity – has already infiltrated my 6 year old’s world.
I mean, I gotta ask the burning question…what would da Vinci’s mom do?
The Taco Bell Meal Deal
I’m swallowing the beans of a Taco Bell enchilada when the nausea sets in. Pausing, I glance at the table where yellow processed cheese congeals on 99 cent nachos. I sit back and take a break from eating.
Across from me, dwarfed in the mustard-colored booth sits my six year old son, Jeb. He eagerly devours his bean and cheese burrito, the refried sludge smearing on his chin. Seated beside him is his father, Rex, dressed in an orange sweater and distressed jeans. He, too, readily eats his assortment of pseudo-mexican food spread on the brown plastic tray before him. Read more
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