Well, after that last post, I could use some actual art-related posts. Luckily, I’ve been taking a couple of classes, so I have lots to talk about.
When I originally signed up for this class (which actually was several months ago, but it got cancelled a couple of times,) I really didn’t have any big goals. I just wanted to take a class and maybe meet some people and this class sounded like fun. Also, I really like children’s books.
My one worry was being treated like a child because of the topic; is there anything worse, as an adult, than being treated to a sing-song-voiced instructor talking down to you? I am happy to report Ms. Malmberg is a professional and conscientious teacher who treats the subject seriously.
Week 1 – July 7
Week 1 introduced us to the subject by reading some children’s books (some classic, some not-so-classic) and dissecting them into what worked and what didn’t work, from both an art and story perspective.
We were then challenged to develop a scene based on a personal experience and think about “what did we learn” and “what was it relatable.”
I developed the following story.
I fell into the pizza
Every week we go to pizza.
We order a big pizza.
I watch it being made through the window.
I know which one is mine by the toppings.
When it’s done, my dad gets it from the counter.
One night, I volunteered to go get it.
I proudly carried it to the table. It felt very big.
But then, I tripped.
And I fell.
Into the hot pizza!
The toppings were everywhere.
My pants got hot.
I started to cry.
I couldn’t get up.
My dad picked me up.
I was crying.
Mom wiped me off.
We got another pizza… to go.
I got a bath.
And then some pizza.
The next week everyone at the pizza parlor knew my name.
It was embarrassing.
But kind of nice, too.
My dad got the pizza until I was a little older.