I was a terrible artist as a child. I couldn't cut, stay in the lines or make anything that looked anything at all like what the teachers and other students seemed to be making. I was terrible at art and I didn't much want to do it. It wasn't until university that I discovered the cookie cutter reproductions of teacher created projects wasn't what being an artist was suppose to be. It was about exploring and playing and creating and making a mess and getting better at it a little at a time. Every year in September when we go to do out first art project I look around and know that somewhere in the class there is someone who just KNOWS they are terrible at art. Someone who dreads taking out the paints. Someone who would rather be doing anything else. That is why every September I read "The Dot" by Peter H. Reynolds to my students. If you don't already know that story you can listen to it here: I always tear up a bit when I watch ZoƩ pass on her te
Ideas, thoughts and musing about teaching primary students to think, learn and create.