A few weeks ago, I picked my son up from school. He was visibly upset, trying SO hard to hold back the tears until he was within the privacy of our car. Before he could shut the door, the dam broke. In-between sobs, he choked out a story about what happened in his 2nd grade art class that had made him this upset. That actually seemed to have crushed him a little.
He had to draw a picture of a person
He worked REALLY hard on his eyes, he stressed to me. He was enjoying this art project, which is a rarity for him, he’s never been an arts and crafts type of kid.
He worked on the shirt.
He worked on the background, needing help with the swirls that he was having a hard time with.
Then it was time for him to color the skin. He couldn’t find a skin color he wanted, or so he says. He was looking for white or tan. They were being used by his other classmates. So, he chose grey. To him, it didn’t really matter what color the skin was, after all, his entire class didn’t just have white skin anyways.
The teacher, when she saw how he had completed his project, got angry with him.
So angry because she didn’t like his color choice.
Not only did she humiliate my 2nd grade son in class but she also refused to hang his picture that he was fairly proud of, in the school hallway.
He was the ONLY child in his class whose picture she outright refused to display.
Because she didn’t like the color my son chose for the skin on HIS picture.
Which really, on so many levels, does not make sense.
The color of paper he chose for the entire person…it’s yellow.
He worked hard on two different colored eyes…just like he has. Something he is so proud of.
She also didn’t like the hair he drew so she made him redo it.
And isn’t the beauty of art in the eye of the creator anyways?
But forget that she is imposing her views of how art should be onto my child.
She REFUSED to hang his picture in the hall.
He’s in 2nd grade. 8 years old. A BABY.
That made such an impact on my son. She made him feel that he was worthless, that his picture was a disgrace not fit for human eyes.
After he told me all about this incident, he never brought it up again, it seemed to have been forgotten…
When he brought the ostracized, rejected picture home with him.
He held it, crinkled in his hand, and thrust it at me.
“Here”, he said angrily, the upset resurfacing, “This is the ugly picture that my art teacher wouldn’t hang with the rest of my class. I suck at art Mom. Duh”
I looked at it and all I saw was this…
A picture fit to hang alone on a fridge, displayed for everyone to admire; not hanging in the school hall, lost amongst the other students pictures.
A creative, beautiful masterpiece, created by my child.
For an art teacher, she seems to have no appreciation for originality and creativity.
No wonder he doesn’t like her art class, he’s too advanced for it.