Color me happy.
November 26, 2010
First we explored some color theory and then spend some time painting with wet on wet. As I was painting peacefully and meditatively,I finally understood the process. The experience was calming, so different from having a piece of paper in front of me and having a preplanned idea of the outcome. As we painted in silence I think for the first time I truly felt what the teachers describe as “in breath” . There was no time period. There was no expectation. There was no wrong way. Only the ability to choose colors and watch what they do when placed on the paper. Watch how the color moved. Watch the colors slowly blend and change. How frustrating this activity can be for children and parents who are programmed to believe that we must fully control the outcome. People whose only experience with color is having to place it in-between black lines.
We had delicious tea and cakes and talked, then moved on to dyeing muslin cloths for the kindy. Muslin because it is light and see through and flowing. It can be wings, a cape, a puppet. It can be a meadow or a river for as story. The color changes in the light it moves. It is etherial.
It was a lovely afternoon and filled my heart with affirmation that a slow gentle childhood is right way to raise my children. I know the time intellectual development will come, but for now, at four, I want my daughter to be surrounded by nature, stories and color.