Ummm... okay sure. That was one of the drawing requests I got at my daughter's elementary school. One little boy asked me to draw his whole family (who I had never seen before) and all his pets (who I had never seen before either, even though he gave me detailed descriptions of where the black and white spots were on his cat) and they should all be playing basketball together. That one I approached in a very impressionistic way with a lot of motion lines!
The easy ones were, "Can you write my name in pink and purple and draw three kittens?"
Marion, my grandmother, when she was a girl. She lost her parents when she was five (one to a fire and one to an illness) and she went to live with an aunt. Years later, she met my grandfather at the A& P where he worked. He said he was touched she would take time to chat with him when she came in to shop, because he was an immigrant and she was a native New Yorker. All my grandparents lived in NYC and I loved to visit them and hear (and imagine) their stories.
Paint paper - dry paper on clothes line- stack according to color on shelves in studio - then dip into - Think: play! - Think: try new color combinations- tear paper and paste- Collage is a freeing approach
Doesn't this make you want to dive in and get messy?
It makes me think of an art teacher I had when I was little and took painting lessons in her barn. She told the group of 5 or so of us: It is nice to look at your brand new box of colors all lined up perfectly, but never make them too precious. Use them, get messy, loose yourself in the process and you'll do your best work.
She was the same woman who taught me some tricks to save a painting. "Have you tried more yucky yellow?" she would ask. (She had a lot of faith in yellow ochre to pull a painting together.) If some of her other tricks didn't work and we still weren't happy with a painting, she would take the piece of masonite to the sink and rinse it off so we could start fresh. There was a lot of experimenting going on in that barn and not letting art supplies or whatever we were creating become too precious was one of the biggest lesson I learned.