A few years ago an online friend of mine who teaches at a Jewish preschool in Tuscon told me about the ice painting her children had done. I was intrigued & was keen to try this out for myself. Well after much procrastination I finally programmed this & we are doing it this week.
Basically I went out & found some ice block moulds, which wasn't easy because the only ones I could find had these permanent sippy straw things branching off to the side & since I already have some paint eaters amongst my crowd this was a temptation I wanted to avoid if I could. I finally tracked down some in a relatively more expensive store, but luck must have been on my side. They were on sale for over 50% off & shaped like rockets. How cool!? I took these moulds to work, filled them with paint & stuck them in the freezer. A few hours later out they came. Running them under water to assist in eased the removal of the paint from the moulds.
The children then went to work.
As you can see, some of the moulds didn't want to let go of their paint. I think it was more a case of the bases no longer maintaining a grip on the softening paint. Either way, the children were presented with a problem to solve - how to apply the paint when it won't come out? Some scraped out what they could........
While others discovered other means.......
As the paint began to melt it became easier to apply, but it also meant that it was being applied in thicker portions & that small chunks began to break off during the application process.
This was not only a marvellous creative & sensory experience, but it also provided some dilemmas that required the children to utilise their problem-solving skills. In addition, this provoked some lengthly discussion among the children as well as between them & the adults about why the paint was so hard & what was happening to it. One pair even went to the sandpit where the cooking gear was situated & began making ice blocks for everyone.
Although I may have introduced this idea, the children made it their own & took it off to a number of unforseen directions. Now I'm not one to brag, but I believe this was intentional teaching in all it's glory.