Most of us instinctually know that art is important for our children; we simply believe it’s important because we’ve seen...
As a school going girl and a college student I found myself intrigued and thirsting for more on subjects I liked. Having had the good fortune to choose what I wanted to study without having my parents choose it for me I couldn’t blame anyone if I had to put up with a class or two. Not to sound clichéd but I can’t describe it as anything else but the experience of a lifetime, what with Macbeth coming to life in the classroom, to getting the opportunity to host an All India Radio show, writing and shooting a documentary and organizing a literature festival with an English tea party theme where I got to dress like an Englishwoman in the 18th or 19th Century.
It was late sunday evening, we were driving back home after visiting Grandma. My toddler who is 2 and some months old, was busy looking out of the window to see his favourite trucks on the busy ring road. Suddenly he exclaimed, " Mama, look!!! There's a banana in the sky! I was in a conversation with with his daddy and barely heard him. So to get my attention this time, he raised his pitch two times more and yelled... mama, mama see!! There's a banana in the sky. Banannaa in the sky!
While I am a very crafty mum, art hasn’t been a big deal in my house because I’m a stickler for a clean home. On the rare occasion that we would dabble with paints, it would be on a rubber sheet so that the mess would be strictly contained to one obscure corner of the house. The constant worry of paint, crayons marks on the walls was enough to give me ulcers and a compelling enough reason to make me lock away the paints!
Bath time was a different story. We dabbled with colours in the bath and painted the walls with washable colours. Waterplay was more than welcome because clean up was easy peasy.