MASH stands for Mandatory After-School Homework - or something like that. It's really just a fancy name for a detention. I chuckled when the school secretary gave it to me, despite her grave expression. I asked if I could keep it, because I thought it should be framed or something. But Brady wiggled his way out of the MASH somehow; some sweet-taking I guess. (He takes after me afterall!)
AnyHOO... last time he had to draw his hand. This time he had to draw a boot. He chose one of mine.
No, I do not live in Alaska, despite the impression my choice of boot style may give. Hey, I've got wimpy toes, ok?
Something about Brady sketching at the kitchen table got me in the mood to do something artistic. Which is unusual, seeing as I'm really not very artistic at all. But I remembered that Jonathan had gotten an art book for his birthday so I dug it out and he and I got in on the fun.
I was having a grand time until I showed my portrait to the boys. That's when they shivered and said things like "Ugh!" and "Oh my gosh that's freaky!" and "Please don't make me look at that ever again!"
Apparently they think I look rather zombie-ish. Huh.
The next exercise was to draw a picture, from memory, of someone you know. Can you tell whom I chose?
(Please say you can tell!)
The third exercise was to draw your hand. I took a picture of my drawing, but it's so
horrid light, I can't show it.
Brady, on the other hand, really shows an aptitude for drawing, even though he really doesn't enjoy doing it.
We'll be taking our sketch pads and workbooks on our long Thanksgiving weekend trip to the lake so we can do more!
And perhaps, just maybe, my next portrait won't give my children nightmares.