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Small clay pieces:

6yo Theo made these in his clay class at the Hammonton Arts Center.

Clay tray:

6yo Theo made these in his clay class at the Hammonton Arts Center.

Tray with leaves:

6yo Theo made these in his clay class at the Hammonton Arts Center.

Traced leaf:

6yo Theo made these in his clay class at the Hammonton Arts Center.

Theo’s Art Presentation

Theo’s imaginary world from his class at the Hammonton Arts Center

Theo’s painted clay bowl:

At the Hammonton Arts Center

Clay art by Theo:

At the Hammonton Arts Center. He made three of these: the fish he’s pointing to, the bracheosaurus to its left and the Christmas tree at the upper left.

Sand Art from the Hammonton Arts Center kids craft:

We weren’t sure they were going to make it back home as we were on bike and detoured by way of the Lake Park playground. But they’re reasonably intact. When we left the Center they were full—the two-inch gap is all settling! The long one is Theo’s, the wider jeannie-bottle one is Francis’.

Carl Malamud, Washington’s I.T. Guy. From the article: “His art is in figuring out how to free documents that aren’t restricted by secrecy but by the fact that the government has failed to put them online.” Via @timoreilly.

Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock:

Today’s homeschool art project from Theo. Can, You, Tell, Time?

monkey and banana:

Theo’s art for today

the 2 snowmen made by THEO.

[The caption above was also written by Theo, age 6. He was very proud of typing it in. And before someone remarks, I pointed out to Theo that the character on the right had dress conventions that suggested female-ness and that he might call them “snowpeople.” He said, “no they’re still snowmen” and hit send.]

Untitled. Francis (4yo). Drawn in “Theo’s Art School”, 1/2/2010.

A neighbor a few houses down retired “reluctantly” at age 89, one of the last vestiges of fine glasswork that Hammonton was once known for. But this is South Jersey, so don’t call it art!

“Some people say glass cutting is about the art. I don’t. It was just a job for me. A way to make a living.”

I don’t know Calletta except as someone I wave to as he mows his lawn—something he does with more energy and frequency than I do, despite his extra half-century! Read full article in Press of A.C.