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Art for art sake

The other day, I saw a 5-yr old kid doodling on a book provided by his parents who were seated beside him on a dinning table. I was very curious of what he was drawing coz I like to see kid’s art for art sake’s expression, I think they are beautiful. So I went over and kepoh a bit la. On close observation, I saw him drawing steps and steps of stairs and some other geometrical objects. Inside my heart I was just thinking probably this little chap liked to climb stairs and got obsessed with it. I didn’t bother much la coz when I talked to him he didn’t answer me also la.

After a few minutes, the kid was showing tantrum and crying in front of everyone.

Puzzle?? The father asked: “What’s wrong?”
Boy: “The steps are not equal; I don’t know how to draw them”
Father: “aiyo, daddy help you draw, use the ruler la, and all must be equal size one, draw this one bigger, don’t make noise again.”

So the little fellow drew using ruler measuring those steps one by one.

Gosh!!! I can’t believe it. Children have the most creative energy and imagination that they should be encouraged to draw freely and expressively but not seeking approval from parents all the time. Through drawing, we parents will understand what our children think and thus guide them towards the right path but not lead them to a stiff path at the tender age of 5 or younger.

In my humble opinion, parents should not afraid that their kids will not catch up or join contest or win prizes instead they should focus on nurturing the creative ability in children. It will help them in many aspects of life not only the art realm. Please don’t kill their creativity by teaching them the wrong way, allow the artistic spontaneity in them flow.

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