Pudding loves art, so it was high time we gave her the chance to indulge in an activity that focused on her talents. This weekend I discovered a place nearby that was just perfect for us- an art studio where you buy a canvas, and all paints and materials are free to use to make your work of art.
Both kids enjoy the process of painting, they don’t usually care too much about the end result, but going to an art studio was different, and special.
I hadn’t counted on how busy such a venue might be on a Sunday afternoon. It was crowded with lots of people, noise, bright lights and colours. Coming down with a cold, my senses were under assault, and I could feel myself getting overwhelmed. Cubby became more restless too, but interestingly, Pudding seemed to channel her focus into what she was doing. Generally, rather than become more absorbed in an activity, she tends to withdraw and disengage in the face of potential overload. Not this time.
Pudding still struggled with motor-planning. She wanted to paint a heart in her picture, and asked for my help. Frequently when Pudding draws at home, she gets frustrated that the image doesn’t match her expectations. Here she didn’t get frustrated: she just kept painting until she was done.
This was a place where Pudding could express herself without the challenge of words. A space where getting absorbed in her activity and tuning out the rest of the world was an asset. A place where she could be herself: as an artist and an autist.