On Friday morning, I cracked open a new package of modelling clay and was immediately sent back to my childhood days of early Saturday morning art classes. I love the smell of art rooms where clay and paint combine to form a unique mixture of earthy and chemical smells. Mmmmmm! Unlike my sister Hilary, who is a gifted artist, the smell seems to be the only thing I can remember from these classes . . . tee hee!
Anyhoo, the boys were thrilled to finally get started on their art project! They had carefully planned out what their statues were going to look like:
Then they dove into the clay.
Is there any better feeling than kneading cool, malleable clay in your hands? I just love art class!
Elliot's sculpture quickly took form:
but poor Avery, who is a terrible perfectionist, found the clay frustrating to work with because he couldn't get it to look just right.
Initially, he wanted his sculpture to sit on a chair,
but after that collapsed, he opted for something more durable, a bathtub:
Elliot's man turned out very cool!
Add a little detail:
and voila, you have a little British Grandfather. I love him!
Initially, his sculpture was supposed to carry a briefcase, as his picture suggested, but Elliot later decided it would make a better club.
So, I guess he is a caveman Grandfather . . . tee hee!
Then, because one art project is never enough, the boys and I made leaf rubbings after Avery and I read A Tree is Nice by Janice May Udry. Unbeknownst to me, this was Avery's first time doing a leaf rub. My poor neglected baby! I used to do all these little art projects with Zoe and Elliot when they were toddlers, but I guess life just became too busy once Avery was born. Not anymore though.
Now, it is his turn!
He thought I was so cool for coming up with this trick. Kids can be the best boost to your ego!
We really are having a blast here at the School of Shenanigans, and I can't wait until Wednesday when the boys can finally paint their sculptures! Mmmm . . . clay and paint . . . I can feel the memories rushing back already. I am so blessed to have this opportunity to relive my childhood all over again. Except this time around, I don't have to worry about being outshined by my artsy younger sister . . . tee hee!