I worked today with Child & Family Services teaching an art class for kids with mental illnesses. Before the class came in, I asked what was wrong with them so I'd know what to expect. One boy had attempted suicide several times. A girl had been beaten and was catatonic. Some were shy. Some were boisterous. Several just stood and stared at me when they walked in. They were ages 5-12. Then, for an hour and a half we made dioramas. They got to play with stickers, clay, feathers and glitter-glue. They laughed. (Well, not the catatonic one. She just sat.) They got to forget about their shit for 90 minutes. Art is wonderful that way. No rules and you get to make something pretty. What could be better than that?