Art on the Ball

There‘s a fascination for balls right from the beginning. Even before we are able to speak or write, we crawl after balls and are attracted magically, when they roll, jump and hop – being so absolutely movable. Maybe because such a ball is just doing what it wants to. At least, as long as we are small and motor activity and coordination are unknown terms.

When we grow older, ambition arises and we want to control the direction now, set the limits for the ball. It is supposed to do something certain, supposed to obey, to be on our side while competing, to play along. Soccer is one of those games, that never stops fascinating us, even though we are no longer children, even though at a certain point our physical condition only allows us to watch and cheer.

At a Primary School we met a class of girls and boys, ready to crayon. The day‘s task: Create a drawing for the soccer worldcup. While the girls dedicated themselves to colour a green turf with undivided attention, just to work well-considered on the team lineup then, the boys, while yelling, created soccer players that rather resembled warriors. When the drawings were hanging on the wall later on, we were amazed by the variety of the children‘s styles. Starting from Kandinsky like reductions of certain players to a finely considered national flag of South Africa.

Just before the end of the first half-time, the game was over for the kids, soccer fantasys were over – the slide in the garden was calling and it would be time for lunch soon. Sporadic charming talks, trying to find out about the reasons and thoughts, made evidently clear that these children have no idea about the worldcup and that they don‘t care either. But as soon as a ball is rolling and everyone is having fun, they want to be a part of it. Even with adults.