ART LESSON: Dad often came home for lunch and would bring us something special. One time it was a bottle of catsup and one of Mazola oil. One day we would pouor catsup on our friend rice and the other we'd pour oil. It was wonderful. What impressed me was when he brought home sheets of colored paper and pencils. Dad wanted me to draw birds with a curly line, Dorita sketched strange looking houses, and Jerry bent the pages in a book, slipping them on the inner edge saying that they were ice cream cones. None of their things made sense to me. I sketched airplanes without wings which made them laugh. So I took off the wheel off of my plane and called it a canoe. Then I wondered, is it right to draw things and not make them look real?