The Next Generation
Now, I'm not a fellow who's apt to be stuck for words, or incapable of filling an hour of time with the requisite amount of hot air. But I must confess a degree of trepidation at the thought of having to entertain a restless fifty-member group of seven-year-olds for that duration. I prepped myself as best I could, with actual paintings used to create the book, reference photos I sourced of Newfoundland dogs, the original preliminary sketches, and of course, the book itself all tucked into my artist portfolio.
But I also brought along some blank pages and a Sharpie, and that ultimately led to the best part of the whole experience.
The hour got off to an hilarious and disarming start. I explained who Thom Barker (the author) was, and how we had been friends for, at that time, 49 years since meeting in grade one at age 6. The sheer amount of geologic time that represented to these seven-year-olds was a source of immediate fascination. I was met with a chorus of kids offering up the various ages of their parents, all of whom were younger than the 49 years in question. Some of them did the math and calculated that I was 55 years old, also a source of astonishment. For some strange reason, I had thought initially that I would present as a parental figure to these kids. Wrong generation on my part. The reality was that I was more of a grandpa to them.
To my great relief, I was able to keep their attention through the reading of the book, and a few subsequent doodles I did on the spot showing how I interpreted the dog. The hour was quickly moving by.
There was about 15 minutes to go, and I still had their interest, so I thought the time was right to move the art lesson to beyond mere doodling.
One of the critical frames in Lady MacBeth is the view from behind her head as she stares down into the abyss of the basement.
I'm a firm believer that kids can 'punch above their weight' in terms of learning new things. They are literally sponges waiting to absorb whatever you put their way. And so, when the hour wrapped up, I left hopeful that I had taught them at least a little bit about the artistic process.
I received some confirmation of that later that night when the teacher forwarded me a message she got from one of the dads:
"Hi Dave, I am writing just to express our appreciation for coming to Huron Junior Public School today and talk with the grade 2 kids. All my son has been talking about since coming back from the school is Lady Macbeth and how amazing an artist you are (which I completely agree with)! Thanks a lot for inspiring him and we wish you all the very best!"
But a few weeks later I got the best treat of all. The teacher had the kids make thank you cards, which she then packaged up and sent to me. Many of the cards featured, naturally enough, their own interpretations of Lady MacBeth.
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