Showing posts with label art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label art. Show all posts
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Monday, November 9, 2009
conversation with 5th graders about The Future
We've been working on Future Self portraits in Art.
Me: So who can tell me some of the things that might happen in the future?
Class: Flying cars! Robots! Living Underwater!
Me: Okay...and what about something more personal? Who can tell me about a personal future thing?
Lavell, a genius ten-year old, shyly raises his hand. I call on him.
Lavell: Exploding chickens.
Me: Okay, Lavell. Please explain how exploding chickens are personal.
Lavell: ...It's their business.
AWESOME.
Me: So who can tell me some of the things that might happen in the future?
Class: Flying cars! Robots! Living Underwater!
Me: Okay...and what about something more personal? Who can tell me about a personal future thing?
Lavell, a genius ten-year old, shyly raises his hand. I call on him.
Lavell: Exploding chickens.
Me: Okay, Lavell. Please explain how exploding chickens are personal.
Lavell: ...It's their business.
AWESOME.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
modern art camp makes me want to rock out.
I'm teaching at art camp this summer, starting Monday. This week I've been training, which has so far consisted of unpacking a lot of art supplies, asking people what their majors were/are, and giving myself what I think is a bonespur on the heel of my hand from CPR practice on hardbodied plastic models.
I have always loved and hated the beginnings of things, and camp is no different beast. I love that the people and kids who are strangers now won't be in two weeks' time, but hate having to wait for the time when the sea changes from awkward to awesome.
What is already awesome: the size of the art room. 80 kids a day will see the inside of this room, 20 at a shot. They’ll be making puppets, drawing themselves as Rococo vampires, and making oversize sculptures of tiny objects in it. They’ll make friends, get crushes, and learn to love or hate tempera paint. I’m still trying to come up with something really campy and tacky for them to make, a cabin flag of sorts for a city camp with nary a cabin or totem pole in sight. Maybe they’ll just claim The Bean for their own, with craft glue and glitter. We can popsicle-stick over Grant Park.
I love that all these boxes of something will one day be something really cool and full of glue. It’s such a cliché that teaching is inspiring, but really the entire profession and act IS. Your job is to either inform or remind people that it is possible to do such things, spin gold from straw and puppets from newsprint. All anything great takes is some wild enthusiasm, steady hands, and raw materials.
They don't call that shit construction paper for nothing.
I have always loved and hated the beginnings of things, and camp is no different beast. I love that the people and kids who are strangers now won't be in two weeks' time, but hate having to wait for the time when the sea changes from awkward to awesome.
What is already awesome: the size of the art room. 80 kids a day will see the inside of this room, 20 at a shot. They’ll be making puppets, drawing themselves as Rococo vampires, and making oversize sculptures of tiny objects in it. They’ll make friends, get crushes, and learn to love or hate tempera paint. I’m still trying to come up with something really campy and tacky for them to make, a cabin flag of sorts for a city camp with nary a cabin or totem pole in sight. Maybe they’ll just claim The Bean for their own, with craft glue and glitter. We can popsicle-stick over Grant Park.
I love that all these boxes of something will one day be something really cool and full of glue. It’s such a cliché that teaching is inspiring, but really the entire profession and act IS. Your job is to either inform or remind people that it is possible to do such things, spin gold from straw and puppets from newsprint. All anything great takes is some wild enthusiasm, steady hands, and raw materials.
They don't call that shit construction paper for nothing.
Friday, February 27, 2009
Thursday, February 19, 2009
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