Dear adult, please don’t judge all my artmaking based on the finished product.
When you see my collapsing cardboard sculpture, I’m learning about gravity and engineering.
When you see my scribbled mess, I’m developing my fine motor skills.
When you see my clay creations, I’m learning about 3D shapes and spacial awareness.
When you see my almost totally brown painting, I’m learning to mix colours and how they all eventually mix to make brown.
When you see me upset about my sandcastle being washed away, I’m learning that not every artwork I make can be permanent.
When you see me building with blocks, I’m learning to turn a mess of items into something I recognise.
When you see me frustrated about my creation, I’m learning that failure is part of the creative process.
When you see me creating, my brain is engaged in a neurological workout.
