After art class Vashti sits in front of a blank piece of paper. She wants to make art, but she doesn’t think of herself as an artist. Her teacher asks her to make a mark on a blank piece of paper. She makes a dot. Her teacher asks her to sign it. Her dot is art! But that’s not where the story ends. Vashti takes that dot and goes on her own artistic adventure, expressing herself in dots until she has her first amazing art show at school. Read along to this classic story, then pick up your own art supplies, make a mark, and see where it takes you. How do you like to express yourself through art?
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Art class was over,
but Vashti sat glued to her chair.
Her paper was empty.
Vashti’s teacher leaned over the blank paper.
“Ah! A polar bear in a snow storm,” she said.
“Very funny!” said Vashti. “I just CAN’T draw!”
Her teacher smiled.
“Just make a mark and see where it takes you.”
Vashti grabbed a marker and gave the paper a good, strong jab.
Her teacher picked up the paper and studied it carefully.
“Hmmmmm. Mhm. Hmmmm”
She pushed the paper toward Vashti and quietly said, “Now sign it.”
Vashti thought for a moment.
“Well, maybe I can’t draw, but I CAN sign my name.”
The next week, when Vashti walked into art class, she was surprised to see what was hanging above her teacher’s desk.
It was the little dot she had drawn—HER DOT! All framed in swirly gold!
“Hmmph! I can make a better dot than THAT!”
She opened her never-before-used set of watercolors and set to work.
Vashti painted and painted.
A yellow dot.
A green dot.
A red dot.
A blue dot.
The blue mixed with the red.
She discovered that she could make a PURPLE dot.
Vashti kept experimenting.
Lots of little dots in many colors.
“If I can make little dots, I can make BIG dots, too.”
Vashti splashed her colors with a bigger brush on bigger paper to make bigger dots.
Vashti even made a dot by NOT painting a dot.
At the school art show a few weeks later, Vashti’s many dots made quite a splash.
Vashti noticed a little boy gazing up at her.
“You’re a really great artist. I wish I could draw,” he said.
“I bet you can,” said Vashti.
“ME? No, no huh-uh, not me. I can’t draw a straight line with a ruler.”
She handed the boy a blank sheet of paper.
The boy’s pencil shook as he drew his line.
Vashti stared at the boy’s squiggle.
And then she said...