Otis and I recently painted these wooden sculptures on a Tuesday afternoon together. Did you know that you can pick up these little scraps of wood for free at the lumber yard, in the scrap bin? I wish I had known this before we bought a fancy set of blocks. I grabbed a handful at a recent visit and primed them so they were ready by Tuesday afternoon.
We talked about how painting 3-dimensional sculptures was different from painting 2-dimensionally on paper, and we did a few experiments with mixing paints to achieve flesh tones. I made the old man on the left first, and then Otis made his own version. Like our little corporate drones?
I looked at his sculpture as he was putting on the finishing touches, and asked in disbelief, “Otis…are you making…. an Indian sculpture?” I mean, doesn’t that look like a bindi on his sculpture’s forehead? I had to take a deep breath as I contemplated having a conversation about racial sensitivity. After all, the kid had been making all his sculptures in varying shades of dark brown. Luckily, though, it’s just that someone else was trying to throw a rock over this sculpture’s head, and it hit him on the forehead (this happened to Otis when he was 3). Phew, glad I can wait to have that conversation!













