Art archaeology

Art archaeology

Some of Indigo’s art gets tossed. Some gets framed and hung on the wall. Some, she tries to toss but we rescue. And some, none of us wants to keep or discard, so it goes into a pile for me to photograph some day. She’s actually getting quite good about photographing it as she goes, but I still have a boxful from her earlier years, and I am finally digitizing it.

A few nuggets from last night’s round:

First or second grade. I love the sand at the bottom of the ocean, and the way the partial coloring of the sky makes it look like something huge has just sent up a splash. Maybe it was a whale.

First rule of pre-printed paper: fill in the O’s, D’s and R’s.

Indi went through a phase when she made a lot of lists like this. Maybe an expansion of a school exercise? I will translate.

My life.

–I have two very good moms.

–I have two ears one nose two hands two eyes and one mouth.

–I have seven caves. (Ed. note: neither she nor I knows what she meant by this. I suggested that it might mean “orifices,” as in the old joke about having seven holes in one’s head, but she was sure she hadn’t heard of any such thing. My Spanish dictionary doesn’t give any figurative meaning for “cueva”: just “cave,” pure and simple.)

-I have a lot of books.

-I have a lot of stuffed animals.

-I have a lot of toys.

Sometimes she just listed words. This page is headed, “Words in English and Spanish.”

A photo from an Our Family Coalition event. I love what she wrote on top. Nas = nice, which is a logical guess.

Eventful day

Eventful day

As I shared on Sermons in Stones, I joined Indigo for an art workshop at our local library yesterday. I want to post photos of the notebook cover she made. I love her sense of design.

Front cover:

Back cover:

Then we went across to a gallery where we’d seen the exhibit separately and both liked the art. A jewelry pop-up was in progress; it was lovely stuff too. Right there and then, Indigo (who has been thinking about it off and on for years) said she wanted to get her ears pierced. I said, “You mean, today? Now?” We had just enough time, well, theoretically, before we had to leave for the church auction. She said yes, and an hour and a half later we were headed to the auction with these brand new accessories.

She didn’t even flinch. She says she works hard at that. As an outlet she just said a deeply-felt “Ow” after each one.

Mural Making

ATTENTION:This blog was made by Indigo M.

I have been painting a mural on my bedroom wall since we came to this house, but have not finished until now. This is what it looks like:


It’s a forest! Here are one of the birds:


And here are the ants that the birds eat and the grass that they hide in:


And here is the other bird:



P.S. I have told Mama not to call me Mookie any more.

P.P.S. I am very proud of my blog because it is my first. I wonder what the computer thinks of it.



Mookie made this castle over the course of several days. It reminds me of Bongo’s Dream House (see: The Big Book of Hell, Matt Groening), especially when she explains what all the elements are. Crocodiles in the moat, gardens, tree houses, fountains, art rooms . . . I want to live there! I have my tower all picked out.


The tiger and the penguin

Mookie made this in “Rainbow Chasers,” the after-Sunday-school time at church where she often spends two or three hours due to my having classes. I love all the different shapes and the way the sentences tend to end in the middle of a line, creating a nice rhythm. And it’s such a sweet, loving story, with a “happily ever after” that is not about a wedding. The child has a way with words, and with art too. I don’t know where she got this idea.

A transcript follows for the sake of readers with small screens.





Once upon a time…
A tiger loved a penguin. The problem was,
the penguin was afraid of the
tiger because she thought that he would
eat her. One day, the penguin was
sitting on a bench and reading a book when
suddenly, the wind picked the book right up and carried it
into a tree! The penguin had only flippers and wings so she couldn’t
get her book out of the tree!
Luckily, the tiger had seen the penguin’s dilemma and, being a tiger, he
was excellent at climbing trees! Before the penguin could so much as
blink, the tiger was climbing the tree. And
before she could blink again, he had the book in
his paws and was offering it to her. Just then, that very day, the penguin realized
that the tiger wasn’t really that scary after all, and that
he just wanted to be friends.
And from that day on, the tiger and
the penguin were best friends and lived happily ever after.


Yesterday Mookie drew this giraffe in school:

I love the detail in her drawings, such as the tufted tail and the hooves here. She may have been inspired to the book we listened to on the way to school, The Giraffe, the Pelly, and Me, by Roald Dahl. Then again, she has loved giraffes for a long time. Here’s one she drew fifteen months ago, reposted for your pleasure of seeing early childhood artistic development in a nutshell.