After the event

Presenting the gift (pictures by Mathijs van Dooren)

 

This day, this morning

This morning, we started to hang the pictures up around eight. A rasta man came looking. I asked him if he had children, yes I have a son, but he probably won't be here. I said that we only miss two children. He said: "My son doesn't like school, I tell him you have to learn to read and write, but he likes to be outside." I continued and the man stayed. I asked for the name of his son and I remembered the name. He said I will find him then. I let the man be.
He went away and came back. We talked about his son again, he was worried. Afraid he would grow up without proper schooling. He just can't learn. I said all children have some talent. He said he likes the outside and he likes to fish. I said that being a fisherman is a good life.
Then he said he coukdn't find his son. He pointed at one picture and said he might look like the kid on that picture. I took offmthe picture and looked at the back. It was him.
The man started to cry. He said "thank you". I said monday we give the paintings back to the children. He said I want to have it. I said it belongs to your son.

Wilhelminapark, in the morning of 15 November

yep he is here alright

Step 1 for exhibition

Thank you Dennis Hielen and GVP students of the "praktijk klas". Teacher Rudy Courtar had hoped they would be ready in 20 minutes, but that was too optimistic. To finish it of, Mr. Hielen had to get a ladder and go inside the construction to give extra fastening to the panels.

We hung up some painting to test if they will hold with our tape. Here you see Olga and me in our official moment: fastening the first painting: our new logo. (design Annemieke Kusters :))

Mixing Colors

Mixing Colors is a magical experience. The girls especially loved to see how red and white turn into pink and how red and blue turn into purple. Some of them made beads in their hair, earrings in their ears, necklaces around their neck, just to be able to mix the colors.

When the children finished the sketch of their face, we let them mix the perfect color of their skin. We had three colors for that; brown, white and orange. Usually we did not correct them, but one time, there was a little boy that made a color much ligther then his skin. Teacher Ankie told him to add some more brown, but he said no. "I am half Kaukasian you know," the dark brown boy said. "Who is Kaukasian then, your mother or your father?" asked teacher Ankie. "My great grand father." said the boy.