I saw him on the shelf at a thrift store, his white plaster eyes just staring back at me. I walked past, but then had to go back. I picked him up, put him back on the shelf a couple of times...But he just had to come home with me. And Art Club transformed him.
Whenever we do paper mache, we have acrylic paint left on our palletes. Some of it gets used by the next class, and sometimes I can scrape it into lidded containers. But a lot gets thrown away. Beethoven came to the rescue!