Since I’ve already posted all about our
instructional Art Curriculum,
I thought I’d better share what we have been doing for
It’s actually something I’m just making up,
Okay, I actually took a few courses of Art History in college
And Believe it or not, I got an A+.
(I know….everyone gets an A in art…..
but indulge me with the plus will ya?)
Anyway, we found this great set of
children’s books at our local library to help us along:
They’re called, “Getting to Know the World’s Greatest Artists,”
and they are just the right level for my children.
You get to read a little bit about the artist,
and most importantly, view pictures of their most famous masterpieces.
So lately, we’ve been choosing one artist at a time, learning a little about them,
then making our own masterpieces based
on their specific techniques or style.
We’ve been having a blast!
And I’ve posted a couple of the projects weve done so far up on the main site:
I’ve even made little sheets with a
picture and facts about the artist.
We paste these on the back of artwork.
(that way we can review what we learned later!)
I have more to upload and share soon!
Everything will be posted on our Famous Artist Page.
Incorporating Art History into our routine has
been a HUGE blessing for my son!
I never would have thought!
But, he is fascinated with each new artist
and style we learn about.
All over town he seems to find a way to compare posters and artwork to the artists he knows.
The boy is 5. and I love it.
Except, not so much when he points out
what he knows to other people.
He’s really not bragging,
just carrying on conversation about Mondrian and Pollock,
(as if they were old buddies)
And maybe it’s just me but
I hate that “look at my smart kid” kinda of feeling.
(Does anyone know what I’m talking about here?)
You know That “look at me, my five year old knows about art”
kind of a feeling.
It’s kinda yucky.
I’m much more comfortable with the
“look at my crazy unruly children who apparently
have never heard of the word manners”
kind of a feeling
I’m used to that one more…..
I’ve got a slew of quirky antidotes to pacify
those types of situations.
But situations in which my child wants to discuss impressionism and pointilism with the dear sweet Granny ahead of us in line at the supermarket
….I’ve got nothing.
Thank goodness that doesn’t happen all the time
And thank goodness I’m not alone in this
or I might never leave the house.