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My mother said to me, "If you are a soldier, you will become a general. If you are a monk, you will become the Pope." Instead, I was a painter, and became Picasso. - Pablo Picasso -
Fernand Halphen as a Boy, Auguste Renoir, 1880, From the collection of: Musée d’Orsay, Paris
You are not connected . . . to anything.
You are not connected to anything because you are connected to everything.
How can I be connected to anything, how can I put my own mind to rest,
When my mind is not just my own, but is public property?
-Geoffrey Dilenschneider-
Fair-haired Boy with a Red Dot in the Background, Ladislav Mednyánszky, 1895 - 1900, From the collection of: Slovak National Gallery
School
Class
Girls
New
Worlds
Sports
Stars
Fast
Cars
Grades
Test
No
Rest
-Charles Ghigna-
untitled (Norwegian boy), Egron Lundgren, 1861, From the collection of: Malmö Konstmuseum
Out of you,
And the Mirror
On the wall.
Neither of you
See me at all.
You can't tell,
If I lie,
Or if I,
Want to die.
It's the true me
You'll have to find.
Until then
You'll remain blind.
-Jason Owen Douglas Hylton-
Portrait of Two Boys, probably Joseph and John Joseph Nollekens, Joseph Francis Nollekens, 1702–1748, Flemish, active in Britain (1708; from 1733), ca. 1745, From the collection of: Yale Center for British Art
I want more jokes.
I want more fun.
I want more candy
By the ton.
I want more laughs.
I want more smiles.
I want more cookies,
Piles and piles.
I want more games.
I want more friends.
I want my more
To never end.
-Douglas Florian-
The birds are gone,
the world is white,
the winds are wild, they chill and bite;
the ground is thick wit slush and sleet,
and I can barely feel my feet.
-Jack Prelutsky-
Dragonfly. Painter's daughter portrait, Ilya Repin, 1884, From the collection of: The State Tretyakov Gallery
The tree I had in the garden as a child, my beech tree, I used to climb up there and spend hours. I took my homework up there, my books, I went up there if I was sad, and it just felt very good to be up there among the green leaves and the birds and the sky.
-Jane Goodall-
.woem taC
.smiws hsiF
dluoc I hsiw I
drib a ekil ylf
.sky eht ni
A meeting, Marie Bashkirtseff, 1884, From the collection of: Musée d’Orsay, Paris
Friendship is the greatest of worldly goods. Certainly to me it is the chief happiness of life. If I had to give a piece of advice to a young man about a place to live, I think I would say, 'sacrifice almost everything to live where you can be near your friends.'
-C.S. Lewis-
I never know
just where to go,
when all the world
is full of snow.
-N. M. Bodecker-
The Magic Foot-ball, 'Tommy appeared at an upstairs window.' (Boy with Mumps), Norman Rockwell, 1914, From the collection of: Norman Rockwell Museum in Stockbridge, MA
And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places.
Those who don't believe in magic will never find it.
-Roald Dahl-
Portrait of Two Children, Probably the Sons of M. Almeric Berthier, comte de LaSalle, 1841, From the collection of: Dallas Museum of Art
I giggle
I smile
I laugh
I grin
We're smart
We're bright
We're funny
We're happy
What shall we do with it?
I wish papi didn't shout at me.
Sometimes I really don't want to go to the piano lesson.
I hate homework and I hate music.
Head of a Girl, Elizabeth Nourse (American, b.1859, d.1938), Circa 1882, From the collection of: Cincinnati Art Museum
I know I am strong
both in my convictions and in myself.
I know I am beautiful
both inside and out.
I know I am powerful
and growing more so.
I know I will do just fine.
-Laura Veuve-
De uno al otro, mandamos saludos de amor y amistad,
A Boy, Yi Je-chang, 1896/1934, From the collection of: Korea Data Agency
las adivinanzas
¿Qué es una vieja larga y seca que le escurre la manteca?
¡La vela!
The Irish Girl, Ford Madox Brown, 1821–1893, British, 1860, From the collection of: Yale Center for British Art
I am keeping my eye on that boy.
My secret eye, spy eye.
How does he act when the teacher leaves the room?
If someone makes a mistake,
what then?
He picked up Lucy's pencil when she dropped it.
Does he recognize my existence?
Does he see me gleaming
in my chair?
-Naomi Shihab Nye-
A Boy, Lee In-sung, 1912/1940, From the collection of: Korea Data Agency
Sometimes it is the artist looking into a mirror,
Painting a portrait of his own heart.
-Walter Myers-
A Boy, Hwang Sul-jo, 1904/1939, From the collection of: Korea Data Agency
좋은 교훈
así
esto
no
volverá
a
suceder
Titus van Rijn, the Artist’s Son, Reading, Rembrandt Harmenszoon van Rijn, 1656/1657, From the collection of: Kunsthistorisches Museum Wien
A book is a house
that is all windows and doors.
Some walls are slick,
with the zing of ink,
some old and cloth-soft,
smelling of dust.
Walk in.
Find your way.
Light falls
through the windows of words.
-George Lyon-
Study of a School Boy, Attributed to Frank Duveneck, ca. 1895, From the collection of: Cincinnati Museum Center
por las noches cuanto más aullaba el viento, más a gusto se yo en su casa.
Charles Collyer as a Boy, with a Cricket Bat, Francis Cotes RA, 1726–1770, British, 1766, From the collection of: Yale Center for British Art
I Want to Meet the Girl
Who does not run her country
the way I do not run my country.
I want to meet the girl who hides in a crowd,
who laughs into her hand,
who was not in the picture.
The girl who stands back
after being introduced
by her parents
in a way she would not choose.
Who turns her head to the side
so she doesn't miss seeing what's there.
Where is she?
-Naomi Shihab Nye-
Girl Seated, Margaret Burroughs, 1959, From the collection of: SCAD Museum of Art
나는 행복합니다.
나는 똑똑.
어머니는 나에게이 아름다운 드레스를 만들어.
나는 내 어머니를 사랑.
Family Tree
My roots are deep within you,
Growing as you grow.
My shade provides the shelter
For the new seeds that you sow.
No matter what the season,
I stand here still the same.
Come winter, spring, or summer,
my branches bear your name.
-Charles Ghigna-
Little schoolboy of Bonmahon, Edith Collier (artist), circa 1915, From the collection of: Te Papa
I wish I had a brother twin
Who looked like me and I like him.
Every day we'd have such fun
Being two who looked like one.
-Charles Ghigna-
Girl in Pink with a Fan, CASSATT, Mary, 1889, From the collection of: Tokyo Fuji Art Museum
A whisper,
a shout,
thoughts turned
inside out.
A laugh,
a sigh,
an echo
passing by.
A rhythm,
a moment
caught in time.
A moon
a star,
a glimpse
of who you are.
-Charles Ghigna-
Do you hear the voices
floating through the wind
following me,
they laugh and whisper
as I turn and my hair blows forward
attempting to shield my face.
I've yet to realize
they can't chase me
if I don't run from them.
-Cindy Lisica-
Three girls in yellow straw hats I, August Macke, 1913, From the collection of: Kunstmuseum
el jardín
de belles couleurs et des arbres
amis
bavardage
heureux
jaune et orange
vert et bleu
ils sont de belles couleurs
cirque
rire
joie
A Girl in Red, Lee In-sung, 1912/1950, From the collection of: Korea Data Agency
The adult is the enemy of the child because of the awful process of civilizing this thing that, when it is born, is an animal with no manners, no moral sense at all.
-Roald Dahl-
A Girl, Hwang Sul-jo, 1904/1939, From the collection of: Korea Data Agency
Let me fetch sticks,
Let me fetch stones,
Throw me your bones,
Teach me your tricks.
When you go ride,
Let me go run,
You in the sun,
Me at your side;
When you go swim,
Let me go too
Both lost in blue
Up to the brim;
Let me do this,
Let me do that -
What you are at,
That is my bliss.
-Eleanor Farjeon-
A Girl Standing, Kim Yong-ju, 1911/1944, From the collection of: Korea Data Agency
"You seemed so far away," Miss Honey whispered, awestruck.
"Oh, I was. I was flying past the stars on silver wings", Matilda said.
-Roald Dahl-
Girl in the Garden, Mary Cassatt, 1880 - 1882, From the collection of: Musée d’Orsay, Paris
Sometimes I pretend
I'm not me,
I only work for me.
This feels like
a secret motor
chirring inside my pocket.
I think, she will be so glad
when she sees the homework
neatly written.
She will be relieved
someone sharpened pencil,
folded clothes.
-Naomi Shihab Nye-
Sometimes I like to be alone
And look up at the sky
And think my thoughts inside my head -
Just me, myself, and I.
-Mary Ann Hoberman-
Girl with peaches. Portrait of V.S.Mamontova, Valentin Serov, 1887, From the collection of: The State Tretyakov Gallery
I want to catch worms, all the worms in the garden.
I will put them into nanny's pocket and bring them home. I want to show them to papa and maman.
I love garden and I love worms.
Portrait of Mrs Catherine Smith Gill and Two of her Children, James Tissot, 1877, From the collection of: Walker Art Gallery, Liverpool
Sometimes I wish I could choose my own book.
But then mom would say "No. it's too simple and the colors are too bright. Bright color is not good for you."
La Promenade, Pierre-Auguste Renoir, 1874 - 1876, From the collection of: The Frick Collection
Chocolate is the first luxury. It has so many things wrapped up in it: Deliciusness in the moment, childhood memories, and that grin-inducing feeling of getting a reward for being good.
-Mariska Hargitay-
Childhood is the world of miracle or of magic. It is as if creation rose luminously out of the night, out of darkness, utterly new and fresh and astonishing.
-Eugène Ionesco-
Boys Playing on the Shore, Albert Edelfelt, 1884, From the collection of: Ateneum Art Museum
Children
can
change
the
world.
Jane
Goodall
The Skipping Rope, Joaquín Sorolla y Bastida, 1907, From the collection of: Sorolla Museum
Play is often talked about as if it were a relief from serious learning. But for children play is serious learning. Play is really the work of childhood.
-Fred Rogers-
Red Dragonfly, Wolfgang Lettl, 2001, From the collection of: Lettl Collection
There are only two lasting bequests we can hope to give our children. One of these is roots, the other, wings.
- Goethe -
एक माँ की गोद कोमलता से बना रहे हैं और बच्चों को उन में गहरी नींद।
A mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.
-Victor Hugo-
yo me llamo
Francisco
como mi abuelo
y como
el abuelo
de su abuelo
cómo me alegro
que esta ciudad
lleve el nombre
de San Francisco -
el santo patrón
de los animales
aquí mi nombre
todos lo saben
escribir
-Francisco Alarcón-
Young Girls at the Piano, Auguste Renoir, 1892, From the collection of: Musée d’Orsay, Paris
Close friends contribute to our personal growth. They also contribute to our personal pleasure, making the music sound sweeter, the wine taste richer, the laughter ring louder because they are there.
-Judith Viorst-
Children painting spring flowers, Viggo Johansen, 1894, From the collection of: Skagens Museum
I like to do my homework.
I typically like to do math because my teacher said I'm smart as a whip.
Yesterday I got all my answers right without asking my father anything.
¿Qué hacemos en la escuela?
Cantamos canciones y juegos de juego.
A Girl Writing; The Pet Goldfinch, Browne, Henriette, ca. 1870 (painted) - 1874, From the collection of: The Victoria and Albert Museum
I never want to go to grammar school but mother made me to. I like to paint, I can paint my goldfinch pet Chu Chu with beautiful colors in my grammar book, and that will make me ever so happy.
We all gathered around in our kitchen on Sunday afternoon to read to each other.
After that, mother would give each of us two scoops of vanilla ice cream with the cherry on the top.
That's my best memory.
Madam Henriksen's school for girls in Skagen, Oscar Björck, 1884, From the collection of: Skagens Museum
Teacher
books
Friends
laughter
Massage
passage
Finding your way
Learning is fun
I want to blow the bubble too but papa said it's too dangerous and not good for me.
I wish papa could let me try.
Two little girls being taught how to sew, Anna Ancher, 1910, From the collection of: Skagens Museum
Why do I have to learn sewing. I never want to.
Maman made me.
I wish I could play monkey bars and climb the tree and tumble over the green grass just like Tommy did.
The young seamstress, Jozef Israëls, circa 1880, From the collection of: Kunstmuseum
All day long you sit and sew,
Stitch life down for fear it grow,
Stitch life down for fear we guess
At the hidden ugliness.
Dusty voice that throbs with heat,
Hoping with your steel-thin beat
To put stitches in my mind,
Make it tidy, make it kind,
You shall not: I'll keep it free
Though you turn earth, sky and sea
To a patchwork quilt to keep
Your mind snug and warm in sleep!
-Edith Sitwell-
In the birth of this child I experienced something of the life of God. I experienced what is to love without measure or merit.
There was nothing for this child to do to earn my love.
-Desmond Tutu-
A Boy lighting a Candle from one held by an Old Woman, Rubens, Sir Peter Paul, 17th century?, From the collection of: Dulwich Picture Gallery
Being a parent . . . you really are responsible for the day-to-day upbringing of your child and you have to do some sanctions and try to figure out when to reward.
With grandkids, you can just reward; and it is a purely beautiful and pleasant relationship, and you don't expect as much as you do from your children. It's just a perfect relationship.
-Madeleine Albright-
“I shall never have a bath again," I said.
"Just don't have one too often, once a month is quite enough for a sensible child." my grandmother said.
And I love my grandmother even more for that.
-Roald Dahl-
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