Ephemeral Art as a Process
Jolene and I sat down to draw together this morning, side by side. We each had a piece of paper before us, but Jolene began to draw with me on my piece of paper, copying me as I made clusters of tiny dots. She did not know how to hold her hand the way I did, on the paper, while using my fingers to pepper the dots. As a newly-turned two year-old, Jolene stood there banging the dots down. She hesitated after about ten or fifteen dots, shifting gears to begin creating a different scribble pattern: closely-knit zig-zags, all in green. She made about five of them in the middle of the page.
The colored pencils are really satisfying on a sensory level. They're soft and the colors are beautiful and Jolene began to notice them as lovely objects, indicating which were hers and which were mine, and which were Ford's and which one was Chas' and so on. As soon as I had repeated what she had just told me, she had changed her mind and decided otherwise. This is very much the two year-old Jolene pattern we've noticed over the past few weeks.
After about fifteen minutes of scribbling together, I received a phone call and had to excuse myself. I noticed that she had taken our drawing into the other room and disappeared momentarily while I talked. When she returned, she carried our drawing in torn pieces, smiling. And then she placed them in my hand.
I don't know what she was feeling when she did this, and as an adult I feel I need to know why she would tear our drawing, but as a teacher I understand that this is what art is, after all. It's a process, especially for a toddler, and for all I know, the paper being torn was every bit as gratifying as the marks that were made. Or maybe she was miffed that I took the call.
Still, as her mother, I would have loved to have kept this piece intact. :)