As I kid, I can only recall going to summer camp once, at the park district. I remember being forced to jump in a freezing cold pool in the morning and making crappy arts and crafts in the afternoon, like covering a bottle with scraps of masking tape and then coating the entire thing with brown shoe polish in a lame attempt to make it look like some kind of ancient artifact. Here is a modern-day example from Pinterest which, although light years better than the one I made in my youth, is still not something I would choose to make/admit to making/display in my home as an adult, so the fact that they are still being made makes me wonder at the longevity of this particular craft.
I also seem to recall “sculpting” an ash tray out of clay, although I don’t recall if it was for one particular parent or both, since this was after all the 70s and everyone smoked with abandon. My mom used to call ahead to the Park N’ Shop and give us money to pick up a gallon of milk and some smokes for her and we got to keep the change to play video games…ah, the carefree 70s.
So you can imagine my amazement when Jack went to a week-long art camp sponsored by the City of Savannah’s Cultural Affairs Department and made art running the gamut from textiles:
They also used traditional media like oil pastels, paint, and of course, glitter:
and finally, a Shrinky Dink necklace with his name on it–can you think of a better way to wrap up? Oh! Perhaps some performance art? Because each group practiced a little play based on a different Disney movie. Jack’s class did Alladin and guess who got to be the genie? That’s right!