Most kids would be so excited they would show me their progress and ask if it was good (ramro). They could not leave until they showed me what they drew, even if I was in the kitchen having dinner. Very sweet and I loved all their drawings, even the scribblers. But there was some problems that would pop up. Caste. :( There is a big caste problem in rural Nepal and was very apparent during drawing. Three caste groups came to draw (who doesn't love to draw!?) which is why it often had to be on the rock and fighting/hoarding/tattling on others was common.
The rock was common ground for all castes, being right of the footpath that continues through the village. To the left was the house I stayed in, a very welcoming, non-cascist(?). . . middle caste family. The lower caste children wouldn't feel comfortable drawing in their space and sometimes were chased off if they had wandered in. It seemed everyone knows the white people don't care about caste, which helped in facilitating a group drawing session, in helping ease possible tensions within the group. One girl in particular instigated a lot of problems, accusing the poorer children of stealing the pencils, not letting them use certain colors. Often kids would grab a handful of colors, a sharpener, and take their drawing to their own group. To which I countered with only providing one pencil sharpener. It worked out, overall the kids had a great time, but it was exhausting at times. Especially trying to communicate trust in them when I don't speak the language. The lower class children also had lower confidence in themselves and would try and slink away, embarrassed of their drawing. To which you make a big scene about how awesome it is. Again, it always started and ended with smiles but there definitely were a few snags.