Sorry, it's not a Sunday comic (I didn't have one available today) but that guy on the left is pretty funny anyhow, isn't he? Kind of an evil smile...
Anyhow ~ Fourth graders learned about Picasso. After a BRIEF review (due to the time limitations of an impending vacation) of facial proportions etc, they drew a slip out of a bucket. Some were red, some blue. Those students who pulled a blue slip took a blue sheet of construction paper (dark, royal, or sky blue, or turquoise) and those with a red slip took a red-based sheet (I had a burgundy color, a couple of different mid-range reds, and two different pinks available to choose from). Time permitting, students began drawing a face, with a sad expression for blue period, happy for rose. These faces were "made up" - not representative of anyone in particular.
In the next class, the faces were quickly completed and traced with a black marker. After a very BRIEF demo (again, those time limitations) students began painting. Two tables were set up for blue period, two for rose period paintingts. The BLUE period students were given paints in blue, turquoise, black, white, and a silvery purplish color. The ROSE period students were given red, magenta, orange, black, white, and a silvery coppery peach color. They painted without water, sometimes wiping excess color off the brush on newspaper, remembering NOT to stir the paint when they dipped their not-so-clean brush in a new color (that way the color doesn't get "dirty"). They had just the one 40 minute art class to trace the drawing, watch the brief painting demo, and complete their painting. So if some don't look quite finished, it was the result of a student "time-management" problem!
I expected the students to be upset that they couldn't make their own choices whether to do a rose or blue period painting, but they went along with the color selection process without any arguments. Everything went GREAT - the kids mixed colors and painted enthusiastically! One student at each table was given a small bucket with some water, and they collected and cleaned the brushes for their table at the end of art, while their table-mates washed the table and put away the paintings to dry. Of course, one boy decided to spoil the perfection by offering to lick the paint if his buddies would give him money. By the time I got to the table, his tongue had a slash of deep magenta on it. Sigh... WHY?!!!!