Indy and Harry

We're heavily into many things at our house, as is the case with many houses. So here are the fruits of many hours spent with Harry Potter and Indiana Jones.

Somehow, I'd like to see an Indy/Harry mashup, but after the disaster that was "Crystal Skull," I'm not sure my favorite would come out the victor. These first two are from a pupative book our youngest started to write. It got this far.

Then we have good ol' Henry Jones, Junior. Looking mighty dapper with his whip and his stubble, I might add.

Square Balloon?

I'm not getting much art out of our oldest these past few months -- he's turned into a teenager and is concealing more from Mom and Dad than he used to. But some things still leak out.

Christmas Is . . .

 

First of all, I'm so sorry I haven't posted here in months. Can't explain it. Really, really busy I guess.

But here's a Christmas acrostic poem, with a little bit of art.

More Indian Signs

Give the kids an idea -- writing messages with Indian signs -- and you get all sorts of things coming through.

I'll have to find our youngest's scout book and scan the page that offers an interpretation of the story. Our daughter was courteous enough to provide her own translation.

Dear Dad, Dear Mom

Speaking of propaganda -- here's some from our oldest.

The Best Me . . .

Too bad my scanner cut off the first sign . . .

This is, of course, propaganda from their DARE program at school.

Remember, Check Both Sides

It's fun, of course, to see the art.

Though sometimes, what's on the back of the art is even more interesting.

Remember, I don't explain 'em, I just post 'em.

Stupid X1,000,000,000

A little note our oldest son scribbled on a homework assignment from last year. He actually did do a good job on the assignment, once we got him past the hate.

Minions . . .

Kind of an interesting collection of critters here. There's a minion. There's something that looks like Larry the Cucumber. And a cross between Archibald Asparagus and a mermaid. . .

Underwater

There's something magic about the sea. I remember as a kid drawing elaborate plans of secret bases built inside tiny islets, periscopes disguised as palm trees. I'm pretty sure I drew my fair share of submarines, too.

Then there's the Nautilus here, exploring the briny deep. And finding a shipwreck.

Soft Kitty . . .

Once again, it's amazing what you find when you help your kids clean their rooms.

This one turned up in our daughter's room, but a quick glance tells me it's the work of our oldest son. And it's beautiful. Why this one got shoved into the bushel basket that is our daughter's room is unknown -- except that she said he was disappointed with the grade he got on it.

Art for Artists

Apparently, they had an art appreciation unit this year.

And a soup appreciation unit as well. Can't say I'd want to try "fry soup."

I'm also enjoying my son's interpretation of Munch's "The Scream." Certainly there's much more in a child's mind to scream about when there's a fire-breeding tornado in the background, rather than a Krakatoa-inspired sunset and schizophrenia.

SNAE!

Now with the temperatures in the 90s, it's kind of nice to think of snow. As in "it's very, very far away from us at the moment."

The Tree of Life

Here you go. Another version of the Tree of Life.

Tree Fort

Ah, summertime, when the thoughts of boys turn to tree forts and plunger-launching crossbows.

Bleak Birds

I don't know why the family is so bleak. They seem to get along with their squirrel neighbor. They both seem well-fed. Maybe there was infidelity, or a chronic lack of jellybeans. So I don't know. And our daughter, who drew this, isn't telling.

REVOLUTION!

Ah yes, the school project parade begins. This from our youngest, copied freehand.

Jabba the Dadd

Found this on my desk when I got home from work today. I'd like to hand it over to some kind of Sherlock Holmes forensics expert to see which label was written first . . .

SCHOOL'S OUT!

School is out. Meaning I've now got bales of fresh new material to sort through for this blog.

But a concern: Now that my kids are a little older, a lot of their art is this "school art," and a lot less of it is their own free-form creation. That concerns me. We try to give them time to draw and doodle, but given the massive amounts of homework they all come home with every night, they don't have much time for it.

One other thing: Our oldest took an art class at school and decided he'd rather continue in band rather than art, because "art class wasn't what I expected it would be." He's not much on communication, but I have to wonder. He did come out of the class with some new techniques and perspectives on art, yes -- but I'm not sure he enjoyed it. And that's fine -- not everyone has to enjoy everything. I just hope school didn't put the kybosh on his desires.

Bs!

Yes, an old joke.