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The small red square

The orders were: "Transform the red square in a recognizable object. A small collage work without artistic pretension, but very interesting in terms of knowledge of students. Of course, I'm supposed to observe the layout, organization of space, understanding the assignment, but a subsidiary question me: why one chooses it rather a flower, and the other a TV? Is this a coincidence? Or a combination of circumstances begun there chandeliers, and that precisely at that very moment, such a child will choose a train, and another a caterpillar ...

; Why do we take the tram, the street, why we are entering into this store, rather than this time, when nothing obliges us to do? What guides our feet, our hands, our brain swinging, and opt continually? Each subject of writing, creative writing, memory, thesis, we forced to choose, we run on a track. And then we must enter into the fabric of our lives, in the Yarrow our experiences, our feelings, this little trick that will emerge and prevail in thought built. A little something from nothing. An anecdote in event, a concern, a perfume, will influence our choices, and continue to shape, to model our lives. It's fascinating to imagine what would have happened if we had ... turned right instead of left, that day. What would have happened if the door remained closed instead of opening, if the bell had been broken. If the train had been five minutes late ... .. so Si ...

It's a little game I always liked to deliver. Kids love it, too, and some publishers do not make a mistake, that offer books in which children choose what they want to live according to the Adventure: If you want to enter the cave, will see page 18. If you want to go through the forest, will rather on page 40. An original way to feeling in control of its destiny, feeling completely illusory but so enjoyable!

And you, what would you do the little red square?

Edict of 21 November:

Hut Hood did not resist the urge to draw me a red square ...

Thanks for this nice contribution to my little contest where there is nothing to gain ...