When I was in primary school, there were art classes every week. I would be going home asking for potatoes, lady's fingers and what-nots for printing. Mommy would carve stars and heart shapes out of those vege and put them in a plastic bag the night before. The next day, the potatoes would turn brown, the lady's finger would be slimy and the smell! Ugggh...i can smell it while typing. But then, I was happily printing my drawing paper away, looking sideways, up front and behind for some inspiration ( It is called COPYING back then ). I never got an A for art. :D
And then I remembered, when drawing papers were no more. Art classes were not confined to paper but leaves, glue and ice cream sticks and alot more glue! I remembered my egg-shell scarecrow. How I pestered my aunt for a perfect empty egg-shell with just a hole as big as a chopstick's at the bottom of the egg so I could stand it up and dress it with a bottle.
And then I remembered the teacher asking us to bring wooden clothes pegs for art class the next day. We were doing a pen container! I only managed to glue 4 sides of the container with paper glue. Took it back home and showed to my daddy. He brought more clothes peg and settled my art work with Uhu! Ahhh The Morphin to my nose! XD I got an "A" for it. Hehe!
I remembered a WAU. What I did in school were incomparable to what my dad and I did in that weekend! He drew the biggest wau utilising a piece of manila card to the max and used a penknife to cut it out. My friends in school didnt have such big waus so I was pretty excited already! He bought 5 big packets of glitters (THEY ARE REALLY BIG PACKETS THAT I STILL STORE THEM IN MY BOX TILL TODAY! :D ) and starts putting glue on the sides of the wau. Then he poured gold glitters and let it rest. I was jumping up and down, asking daddy when are we gonna proceed to the next section of the wau! MY GAWD! Blogging about it makes me excited too!!!! XD
I remembered, it was the most beautiful, elegant, colourful looking wau in class. I remembered it very well. And no one can touch it, only SEE it. With my chest held high, I passed it up to the teacher and of course, I scored an A. ;)
I remembered a wooden kampung house, set in the student's art work shelf, where only the finest art works were displayed. We were supposed to build a house with ice cream sticks. Mommy bought back those larger sticks used by the dentist! Its was perfect! Then daddy started to saw out pieces of hard wood for the frame. He loves carpentry. He loves electronics. He loves handcrafts. When the frame is done, he stick the sticks, one by one till the perfect last piece. It was there for 2 years. And everytime I walked passed it, I couldnt help being proud of it and wanting to tell other students about it. Thank you Pa! :)
All those years...I dedicate my As, my pride, my happiness to you. :)
And then, I was in secondary school. We still had art classes. It was refined art, where we did different styles of painting and drawing, different texture of materials used. It was a lovely distraction after a day of Geography or Maths or boring boring Pendidikan Moral. I remembered my Pooh Bear. I did it with cotton and towel fabric. I remembered a craved clown with crayon-based drawing. I surprised daddy with my art work. :)
And then I remembered...I learnt the patience, the delicate nature, I learnt it all from daddy.
