Regarding The Turker Thing

An Artists' Life:
There are two problems with my last post; one was a wrong word (Still can't fix it-find it, that is, and replace it with the right one), and the next problem was forgetting the point of the whole story.
Well I wanted to say that I was the one who had earned tons of some kind of "Turker"-like units of satisfaction, honored by Kylies' devotion. And feel responsible for the few children that do seem drawn to what I am doing. At least they stand by my side and watch me paint for as long as I am painting for that particular session, sometimes an hour, sometimes much longer. And they will just stand around watching, and I feel like their 'art guardian' for that period of time.
And when I am done, I like to nurture their interest, and offer them a bit of paper and paint to mess around with, because the older ones are waiting without asking; I was, at their age, so I just assume. And they've none turned down the offer of a min-lesson and supplies.
Our little twins? - just the same. We've had several art projects and they've loved them for the most part. The main delight we have with our projects is that we have twins - two and one half years old and it is lovely because their mama and dada have really been wonderful about teaching them peaceful coexistence. And so I can offer them a lesson at the same time, which I think is heavenly and they love messing around with all things creative. And rarely does anything unreasonable occur. If it does, it is more like this:
Take a look at the painting of mom & cat:a self-portrait. Notice how the lines are all wobbly and bumpy? This is because Baya was leaning on one side of me and Esme the other, as they each struggled to demand colors and to get the first view of what was emerging from the blankets. They actually "oohed" and "aahed". It feels almost like cheating to paint for them, because they are so easily pleased.
And little ones like ZZ and Baya seem extra amazed when the final picture emerges: how did you do that, Nana? is the question most often asked. The funny thing is, it will be so easy to show them how to make my simple kind of pictures when they have developed that hand-eye coordination that helps them keep their crayons on the paper, just where they want them to go. That alone is the first big deal.
To sum it up, when I teach, I learn, and when I give, I receive. And those ironies are what I learn from. When someone tries to teach me something I get all snooty and my ears get stuffed with cotton balls and I can't hear a thing. But when I offer my knowledge, I offer it freely and happily. I am a big contradiction , so what's new about that?

