Here is Charlie's collage as inspired by Mondrian.
It was displayed outside of the art teacher's room at Charlie's school, for all to see during parent-teacher conference evening.
At the conference, we did talk about Charlie's may I say 'attachment' to the green shirt/brown pants and decided to encourage him more to wear different clothes after my trip to Greece.
Mostly we talked about art. I related that some of Charlie's first receptive language programs (back in the days of 40 hour/week Lovaas ABA) had been for colors and shapes; how he love, love, loved the construction paper squares (in an array of colors) and shapes his lead therapist made for him; how he learned to color and, for a time when he was 2 1/2 - 4, colored pictures in multiple colors with expert precision between the lines. And how, after that, his coloring and general inclination towards all pursuits artistic dwindled to indifference.
But then the art teacher brought out those color squares on Wednesday.
I could have brought Charlie's colllage home last night, but (yes I have proud mother syndrome) I rather wanted as many people to see Charlie's work as possible.