This brings back memories of 2 weeks ago when I was working with classes of
first graders, outside, with Jackson Pollock 'drip' paintings.
As if that wasn't messy enough, at the end of the day I neatly stacked all
the paint cups on top of my rolling drying rack to bring back into the
building, hit a little rock on the blacktop which caused the rack to bump,
and toppled a half-full cup o' red thinned tempera all down my neck, arm,
right side, leg, shoe, etc.... talk about getting INTO the Pollock
experience! (And the kids yelling, "Ooooooooohh, Look she's bleeding"!!!!!
didn't help much). Neither did my sleeveless apron.
Guess who had to hit the sinks FIRST when we got back to the room???!!!
"Sorry kids, I am more 'Pollocked' than you....".