At Wyngate Elementary school my absolute favorite place was the art room. It was big, messy, and full of color. Chaotic even. A multitude of projects were always on display. And all the supplies. I loved loved loved all the different art materials. We had gigantic tables to work on and there were big sinks in case of a spill.
To be honest, I don’t remember the teacher. I’m usually a people person – I remember all my other teachers vividly. But there, I think the art trumped all.
My parents valued art too. Mine, of course. But “real” art too. They took us to art museums and had gorgeous books of art in our home. And they bought art that they liked from local galleries. They also taught us to love the theater. Creativity in any form was cherished and treasured and admired.
They put art in my heart. (Thanks, Mom!)
I read this article by Louis G. Spisto, the CEO/executive director of the Old Globe theater, in the San Diego Union Tribune yesterday.
He says, “Humans are made up of mind, body and spirit. The arts offer all three. We think, we move, we create.”
And, “Children have an instinctive need to create what they imagine and, most importantly, share it with others.”
Sarah Wones Tomp
WRITING ON THE SIDEWALK