![]() ![]() There is little time left for "art" between learning the tables of multiplication and the past participles of the irregular French verbs. The business of living, or rather the business of "making a living," becomes the most important event in the life of every boy and girl. School begins and the greater part of the day is filled up with work. Soon however this happiness of just "making things" comes to an end. His fond mother gives him a box of coloured chalks and every loose bit of paper is rapidly covered with strange pothooks and scrawls which represent houses and horses and terrible naval battles. The baby is now a sculptor.Īt the age of three or four, when the hands begin to obey the brain, the child becomes a painter. But to the small infant they represent another expedition into the pleasant realm of art. There are too many million babies, making too many million mud-pies at the same time. These mud-pies do not interest the outside world. It is his first contribution to art.Īs soon as he (or she) gets a little older and is able to sit up, the period of mud-pie making begins. It sounds like "goo-zum, goo-zum, goo-o-o-o-o," but to the baby it is perfect music. WHEN a baby is perfectly healthy and has had enough to eat and has slept all it wants, then it hums a little tune to show how happy it is. ![]() Previous Chapter Next Chapter A Chapter of Art ![]()
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