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| Kalina with "My Chinese Fan" (bottom) |
At any rate, we've long known that Kalina's sense of beauty tends to bypass frilly dresses and instead show up when she's admiring spring flowers (even the weeds), gorgeous classical music or cursive writing. She has remarkably good taste.
Which is why when the opportunity to participate in a homeschool art show presented itself, I asked Kalina if she'd like to. Her "yes" answer brought with it fresh inspiration to create new art, as well as a discriminating look at some projects she'd done throughout the year. She settled on two pieces inspired by our beloved around the world study, which we prepared and entered.
"My Chinese Fan" was created during a study of China, after we used Google to look at the breathtaking Chinese landscape watercolor paintings you can find on the handy-dandy Internet. We used extra-long paper, then fan-folded our finished and dried work. I will always remember this project because Naomi participated, and Elise's fan turned out lovely, too. Kalina's shows a flowing river, fish, flying birds, a footbridge, trees, bushes and mountains in the distance and I was quite impressed.
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| Kalina and "Northern Lights" and her little sister/associate art critic. |
In further preparation, we speculated about how many people would enter the show, and the likelihood of receiving a prize. We'd recently read Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, which helped us put this potential "golden-ticket moment" in perspective. Did Kalina think she'd win? I casually inquired. "I don't really think I'll win a prize," my little realist reasoned. I continued the same vein of questioning later: was she excited for the show? "Yes, I'm so excited that I could win a first-prize ribbon!" It seems we had just the right combination of realism and fantasy. And I had my hopes up for her. The only challenge remaining would be to temper my hopes and help Kalina (and myself) enjoy the event, win or lose.
On the night of the show, Kalina donned her best pocket dress and sparkly gold shoes, put Lisa in her best Easter dress and even refrained from putting up a fuss about brushing her hair. We were all excited to see Kalina's artwork on display!
Kalina was given a ballot to vote in the artists' choice award. She'd get to pick a winner from each grade level, and yes, she could vote for herself (although she almost didn't!).
As we approached the kindergarten work, I briefly wondered if we'd accidentally stumbled upon third grade. Large-scale collages, bright paintings and drawings better than my own met my eyes. Whoa, these kids are good! Or assisted...
And my heart sank as we headed to first grade: Among a few show-stoppers, Kalina's watercolors seemed sweetly pale in comparison. I was glad to see that my little girl at least enjoyed seeing her artwork displayed, and seemed every bit as interested in other kids' art as she was in her own. I gave up hope of Kalina winning a prize amid the semi-professional 6-year-old creations and moved along with the girls through the rest of the show while Matt managed Naomi in the crowd. I also mentally prepared my strategy for consoling a heartbroken young girl when she walked out ribbonless, and for convincing her that the evening wasn't wasted.
Kalina gave all the artwork careful and gracious consideration (rushing only through the last of the photography, as her capacity for enjoying art became depleted), most often voting for flowers and pretty pictures or sculptures, including an oven-bake-clay nativity, a graceful ballerina paper sculpture, and several flower photos. Many of her choices won prizes. She also bypassed the sole cake entry (cakes are art, and thank goodness I managed to get Elise away before she could sneak a tiny fingerful of that particular work of art) to vote for a butterfly picture instead. Elise, on the other hand, vocally voted for any artwork with any sea animal theme, in addition to her very enthusiastic (loud) bid for the cake. It's a good thing she couldn't spell, or she would've seen that I'd written Kalina's choice instead--Elise watched me very carefully, but didn't find any grounds to contest the fact that "cake" doesn't, in fact, have nine letters in it.
Then Elise pulled us through the refreshments line, eagerly claiming a large cupcake as her own, and we joined Matt and Naomi with full plates to wait for the prizes to be awarded. And wait, and wait. The room was stuffy, the wait was long and three little girls approaching their bedtime needed to run around outside. So we did for a bit while Matt saved our seats.
When the awards ceremony began, the speaker made all the kids promise, out loud and in unison, to be okay if they didn't receive a prize ribbon. They would all receive a participant ribbon (Kalina perked up and smiled, and I quickly and quietly made sure she felt okay about walking up to the front to receive it--she said she was), and they all might receive a prize on a different day with different judges, as all the work was beautiful. But not all would receive a big fancy prize ribbon. This was a good reminder for the parents, too, and especially for me and the other mommies in the room. I braced myself.
It was cute to see the kindergartners head to the front to claim their prizes, and I briefly wondered whether I should've entered Kalina as a kindergartner even though she's doing first-grade work and could very well be in first grade. But I think I answered my own question.
Then it was time for the dozen or so first-grade entries to receive their awards. The judges were kind in that they often awarded a couple honorable mentions, even going as far as double first-prizes if it was warranted. And a volunteer was kind enough to follow around the judges and record their comments so that each winning artist would know something about how their artwork was received. The first honorable mention went to a child whose painting made good use of lines and dots, and I knew it couldn't be Kalina's.
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| Kalina is in the back row with her artwork and her ribbon! |
The unassuming burgundy ribbon Kalina brought back to her seat validated my parenting, and my whole life up until that point. Honorable mention. The professional judges who know about these things regarded my firstborn's work as worth honoring, and mentioning in a public ceremony. They agreed with me that she is incredible, a work of art herself.
Plus, I wouldn't spend the ride home trying to convince Kalina that it was just fun to see her work displayed, and others' work and get to vote for other kids. There's always next year...
I was proud of the judges for seeing beyond the bright colors and "I took an art class and this is what my teacher told me to do" artwork and awarding home-grown, simple art that they believed showed something beyond a pretty picture. I was proud of Elise for supporting her big sis even when the evening wasn't about her (at least there were treats), and for only asking to hold a ribbon, not keep it. And I was proud of Kalina and I for winning an award. I mean, Kalina.
I started to notice, though, that I was a bit more excited about the ribbon than Kalina was. I asked her: how did it feel to be up there with your ribbon? "Not too scary," she replied. I haven't been able to get much else out of there other than a smiling "No!" answer to my question about whether she thought she'd win a prize, and a few affirmations that she's proud of herself.
One thing's for sure, and that's that there will be more art. There may be more art shows, and possibly more ribbons, but either way, it sounds like Kalina will continue to be enthralled by the beauty around her, and occasionally capture it in a way that pleases her. And as she moves forward in life, that's really the best prize of all.
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