My son, Robb Harmon, had a school assignment that instructed that another family member assist him in creating an improvised board on which to write The Lord's Prayer. It was already past 7 pm, and I had no idea where to get a folder or any paper board material. Thank God when I looked in our archive files, I immediately saw a primer whose cover had white color. The other side of the board spread had no print. This is it, I said to myself.
I asked our house mate to take the cover off the pages. Then I asked my eldest son, Martin Howell, to give me the set of color pens that he had received as gift from a Ninang. Ideas came fast: Brown for the text, green and yellow for the title, put stars (it's one of the few graphics that I am capable of drawing with eyes closed), and an art style for the board's corners.
Yes, ideas came fast but it did not necessarily mean that those were great, an expression of my creativity. I was not very satisfied with it, actually. :-( My family members, more particularly Robb, said it was great. But I thought they uttered the appreciation through their nose.
Just look at the output. After Robb's submitting it to his teacher, she will give it back to him. But the instruction is that the prayer board must be placed on our dining table. Will we?
