Blocked Drawing
Can’t see what I draw
Boy sits between paper - me
Giggles spur me on
My youngest son was sitting on my lap, taking so much joy in blocking my line of sight to the paper my daughter had entrusted me with, and telling me what to draw. The fact that I couldn’t see where my hand took my orange pencil was absolutely intended and the source of most of his joy. That, and the silly drawings which resulted.
The more I pretended to be bothered by his obstruction of my view, the more frequent his giggles became. And the sillier my drawing, the louder the giggles, too.
Of course I kept drawing and protesting.
When I later looked at what I had drawn (“a golden bed, mommy”) I realised it was a great way to help me draw differently. Draw without prejudice. Just draw.
