We met for our second art class and, because of the great success of the first class, added a few more students to the mix: That’s Not Chinese and Unfazed.
Each of us selected a picture that we would replicate and That’s Not Chinese was quite excited to be painting a quaint little building with the words, “The Paris Post,” on it.
As Ice Cream Man’s Mom provided us instruction, Unfazed – unfazed by the instructions – started her project and was added color to the mix while the rest of us were still taping our paper to the table. “No fair, you’re a professional,” Sleepless noted. Unfazed – unfazed by the comment – continued on.
While others had chosen flowers and animals, I decided to paint a man. As I sketched it out, erasing that which didn’t work for me, I couldn’t help but sing, “In just seven days, I will make you a man, man, man, man, man.”
We all finished our paintings and were proudly displaying our work when That’s Not Chinese made a sad discovery about her painting. “This is in Paris, Idaho!” Although the English words, “The Paris Post,” should have given it away, it wasn’t until she read the flipside of the picture which detailed the location of the building. “No worries, I can fix it,” she said while grabbing her paintbrush and adding an ‘e’ to the end of ‘Post.’ “There we go,” she said and showed all of us her revised painting which now read, “The Paris Poste.” Apparently French is a lot like Spanish, if you’re not sure how to say/fix it, just add a vowel at the end and leave the ‘the’ intact. Silly That’s Not Chinese, that’s not Paris (France).