Azure Jane Lunatic (azurelunatic) wrote,
Azure Jane Lunatic

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I am so going to mash That Woman.

The other day I bought some markers and paints and stuff for Nephew, as Sis doesn't seem to have that sort of stuff around. I was raised with paper and pens and markers and paints and stuff all over, so I feel it's only fair that Nephew get that opportunity too, even if it is a bit belated.

Me. Nephew. Sis. One of those very very cheap boxes of watercolor paint for elementary school students. The very small concrete patio outside the sliding glass doors. Paper. Brushes. Two large containers of water.

"I don't wanna paint!" quoth Nephew.
"And why don't you want to paint, honey?" asks his mother.
"It's too much work!"

Sis and I look at each other. Where the hell did that come from? I want to know.
"Those are [That Woman]'s exact words..." Sis says dangerously.

She tries coaxing Nephew to pick up the brush and draw with it. Seeing as he's reluctant to draw with markers and crayons, even, I decided that this would never work, since he said "No!" stubbornly.

I tried a different tactic.

I dipped my finger in the water, and scrubbed it on the paint. I pressed my finger on the paper.

Nephew's interest was engaged.

I did it again.

Messy, and easy. Nephew jumped right in, getting paint all over the place.

After a while, I picked up the paintbrush he'd said was "too much work" before. "And if you want to get more paint on the paper at one time, you can use this," I said. "It holds more paint than your finger can.

Nephew was intrigued. I concentrated on getting him to put color on the paper rather than making shapes with the color on the paper.

Crawl before you can run. Nephew sees me, artistically, running; he's intimidated.

The next technique I taught was the "splat". Take brush, load brush with paint, "splat" brush on paper. Makes a lovely mess.

After at least four large sheets of paper were completely covered with paint, Nephew got more interested in splashing paint-water at the cat through the screen door. I decided it was time to go change for work; I left Dude to supervise the water-play. Nephew ended up playing with water in the bathtub instead of playing with water on the porch at the cat. Much better.

I think he likes paint now. I'm also rather certain that Sis will be getting finger-paint for Nephew at the next opportunity. Finger-paint is fun!
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