So mom thought it would be a good idea for me to enroll in an art class. I understand that she always wanted to be the next Van Gogh, but hey she cannot try to live her dreams through me. This art class is a joke. First we have free time. They put a bunch of crayons on a table with scrap paper for us to draw what we like. Well, I much prefer throwing all the crayons on the floor. I think this is hilarious while mom is mortified. Then the art teacher makes us sit in a circle and tells us about our art project for the day. Personally, I don’t believe in structured art…a true artist like me needs to be free…if I want to paint myself and mom instead of the paper, so be it. I also don’t understand why mom stresses so much because all the other kids sit so nicely and follow instructions and I can’t still to save my life. And when you don’t let me paint the way that I want to paint…I AM going to throw a temper tantrum. Thank god the classes are over. Check out some of the pics from class and my drawings…

Advertisements