# children paint their first experience in the wrong way #
A particularly curable hot search has recently been done: #the first experience of a child's paint fan is all wrong #。
Many parents, with their children, experience the current super-heavy, non-painted handwork, which was thought to be a gradual, well-regulated creation, but all the time they were laughing. The child is completely out of his or her way of doing what he or she wants, is obfuscated, his or her methods are messy, and his or her steps are all out of step, and his or her eyes are full of “plugs and mistakes”。
But no one would have thought that the end of the dry-form product was a surprise to everyone。
There are no standard colours, no patterned textures, no deliberate drawings, and the seemingly obfuscated, varnished, crooked pentrums are interwoven into unique muscles. It's a fine, gentle, natural, radiant and curable form, and it's an artificial recognizance and romance, compared to the refined product produced by the curriculum。
Internet users are outraged that the process was all wrong and that it ended unexpectedly, probably the magic of children。
The world of adults always asks for “yes”。
We learn the curriculum, follow the steps, manage the strength, follow the template, and are careful at every step, fearing error, bias and substandardness. We seek to be coherent, uniform, precise and correct. We are accustomed to standardized answers, modeled results, logical, disciplined and manageable。
But kids are different。
They don't know the technique, they don't know the shape, they don't know the color formula, they don't have a frame. Getting a paint fan, just following the feeling, rubbing it with the heart, waving it. In the eyes of adults, it is a mess of error and a complete error; but in the world of art, the traces of sexuality, undefined colours, freedom flow are the most precious “natural beauty”。
Those “mistakes” that we have defined are the achievement of a unique “right”。
Standardized steps can only produce a single piece of work, and unwitting childism can produce unique flowers。
This paint fan, which turns over and seals god, hides the simplest truth of growth: adults win with skill and children with nature。
We are always accustomed to correcting all the “mistakes” of our children: symmetrical drawings, non-painting, sequential and human behaviour. We have worked so hard to trim the elasticity of our children, to restrain their nature and to regulate their behaviour in the hope that they will do the right thing, that they will live the right way, that they will live the right way。
It is slowly discovered that too many standards have leveled the spirit; too many corrections have bound the gift。
Many times, a child's “incompetence” “incompetence” is not a mistake, it's natural; it's not a mistake, it's a characteristic。
This is never the best place for the product to be, but it preserves the pure and freeness that has long been lost to adults。
Adults who do what they do, fear error, are afraid of imperfection, fear of being different, end up living as the most common of millions of ordinary people; children who do what they do, dare, and do what they want, have accidentally reaped their own surprise。
In fact, life is never a standardized test that must be followed。
Not every step has to be precise, not every attempt has to follow the rules, not all “failure” choices, and ultimately wrong。
In many cases, unconscionable journeys, insistence on what they want, clumsy attempts that are not seen, are the only way out of the scenery that others cannot walk。
Growing up, maybe:
When we were little, we painted, we were wrong, we were unique
When we grow up, we are careful and do the standard but we live in peace。
# kids paint their first experience all wrong # and the cure is not just a nice fan, but a soft, reverse cure。
It tells every anxious adult that there is no need to pursue perfect standard answers, to allow clumsyness, to allow mistakes and to allow deviations。
There is no absolute right step in life, and it is the best answer in itself。
The seemingly wrong path, the confused life, the imperfect process, will end up in another way, in your own right。
