His illustration style matches the text, the story, and the theme. Reynolds’ simple lines, hand lettering, and water color and tea illustrations make this a charming book of primitive art. If I ever see this principal, later superintendent, again…well. I KNEW I was philosophically oriented to a student-centered. That was early in my career, and to this day I remember that as a defining moment. Unlike the perceptive teacher in Reynolds’ story, the principal told me not to hang it the parents would be embarrassed. Each little artist enjoyed the experience from the girl who drew a two-dimensional drawing of house with flower garden and, yes, the white picket fence, to the boy who just let red cover the whole paper and a little of the floor. But more importantly, to the chagrin of the principal, I displayed all paintings. The day I gave them two was the day of discovery, like the girl in the book. I gave them each of the primary colors one color at a time. And The Dot reminds me of a time when I was teaching first graders, and I encouraged them to paint. The problem with an old teacher is she has so many experiences that connect to almost anything anywhere anytime.
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