16.08.2011

On the weekend we went together with So to the local market, Psa Leu, to buy the material that was needed for the next six weeks. When we realized that we were about to start the third week of the project, we were suprised, as it felt as if we just arrived and started it.

We bought wallpaint and brushes, pastic foil and loads of string. The market was about to close, because we went in the late afternoon. Everybody was packing their goods together and some people were sweeping rubbish, blood and left over vegetables together. TheĀ  smell was overwhelming. Unfortunately in a good way. We had to keep ourselves together to not have our stomachs turned upside down. Our bicycles were waiting outside and we drove back home and do some planning for our next lessons.

On Tuesday we brought the brushes, the paint and some cups to fill it in. We arrived an hour earlier to prepare the lesson and protect the tables with plastic foil from being painted. The sticks and stones had already been brought to the “artgallery” and we put a bunch of them on the table for the kids to chose. After having seen that we protected the classroom with plasticfoil, but not us, we decided to buy raincoats from a seller on the street in the village. It is really thin plastic held together by some rubber bands. Their are tearing really fast, but this was our only option. 1500 Riel per coat. When we gave them to the children we were already wearing ours. They grinned and took theirs with exitement. We helped them to put them on and saw them disappearing in the large amount of plastic. Eventually their heads came out the right side and they were holding their raincoats up to not step on them.

During the whole lesson the children have been in a really quiet, concentrated state that made our hearts happy as anything- because you could see how each child found its own way of painting or chosing the material, and each one was careful with it, almost respectful towards it. One boy in particular just chose to mix each colour that he painted on his stone with white, which created a fusion of pastell-colours. He was holding his brush in one hand and the stone in the other, while his mouth was open in concentration throughout the time given to paint.

We were dripping wet under our plasticcoats and we tried to compensate that we the water we brought. Even the children were saying how hot it was, but at the end of the lesson, when we saw how much paint their was on their coats we knew that it had been worth the trouble.

The result of the lesson had been beautiful. We laid all stones and sticks that had been painted on a foil in the sun and the collection of different styles and colours created the picture of the class- each one of them as an individual had chosen their way of painting, and at the end their was a colourful picture, that put them all together again.

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