I remember this horse hanging in the hallway when I was in school. Standing in line, my eyes would wander over all the dusty cowboys and cactus-laced western scenes until it rested on this long-lashed pony. It was my favorite time of year when the rodeo would come to town and our class would get the challenge to draw something for an award. I was 11 when I won the Rodeo Art contest with this little black and white sketch of a horse. It was much more of an honor for me (to get that blue ribbon) than it had been when a bank borrowed my still life drawing from the school and hung it in their lobby. After all, my horse was there in the hallway for me to see – the still life was boring (hated drawing it) and I never got to see it framed in the bank. A kid thinks with their eyes – and that other picture was out of sight, out of mind.
There never seemed to be enough time in the day for art when I was a kid. I was one of those dreamers who would rather doodle on my papers than finish them to turn them in. In my free time, I was always drawing (what little there was of it). I spent more time on the covers of my creative writing stories than I did on the story itself. For me, there was always an excuse to doodle. And when art wasn’t on the schedule, I took to fancy handwriting instead.
The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. Makes sense that my kids turn every math page in with artwork scribbled in between each row of problems. Funny how you forget these things until you see something you drew so many years ago. Looking back at your childhood is a wonderful tool in helping you understand where your kids are coming from.
This particular little horse was flooded like most everything else that I owned when my husband and I lived in Houston. I snapped this final shot of the mare and threw her moldy frame (her included) in to a plastic trash sack. Thank goodness for photography; or she would have been forgotten.
The purpose of sharing my rodeo art with you? Just a little reminder to you homeschool moms out there that are as busy as I am… don’t forget the art! Leave some time in your hectic schedule for daydreaming and scribbling… and smudging charcoal and pastels over thick papers. It’s music for the soul.