How I Learned About Art and Life in First Grade

 

         Our desks had inkwell holes.  Fifteen of us, each with a regulation lump of clay sat at these desks.   Many were making ashtrays.  Some, mostly guys, were making snakes.  Snakes were easy but inconsequential.  I wanted to distinguish myself.  I struggled, sneaking glimpses of the others.  Mostly ashtrays.  Some, the clever ones, were making ashtrays out of snakes. 

         From behind the art instructor leans over me and my opus.  That is perfect, she said.  What is it? 

         A bear? I opined.  And when I next looked at it, it was a bear.  A very fine bear.  A fitting precursor to a career in the Arts.  (I have this bear somewhere and when it turns up I’ll add it here.)

         Takeaway:  frequently you are done before you know it.

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