Recently I have reconnected with a student from my earlier days as an art teacher. And, I do mean early! Maybe 25 or more years ago was the last time I saw him. What a surprise to find that he had earned his master degree in theater arts and is still living near by.
Teachers have an odd job. They rarely see the final product of their work. During the school year, we see sparks of possibilities in every student. Students graduate, and we don’t keep in touch but with a few. We’re left wondering “whatever happened to…” “Did he (or she) use the talents that were so apparent?” The ones that struggle, that work the hardest, always leave a mark on our hearts.
So soon I’ll have some answers. The student, that is now a man, asked me via email to submit a piece for a Day of the Dead show in our town’s new historical societies’ building. A show that he is curating. When we meet at the show, I’ll get to here about his journey from my classroom to now. What an adventure it must have been!
Here in the Bay Area, we just finished one of our coldest weeks ever. Those living in the east, probably think of us as wimps. I’ll admit it, but even so, we all probably begin to fantasize about warmer climates when we’re chilled to the bone. And even though, we can’t travel to the heat of a jungle paradise, our imaginations can take us there in spirit.
Science now confirms that what you think your body feels. Strong memories can be felt by the body. It can’t determine the source of the minds reaction. It can only follow. So let your reveries take you to your favorite warm climate and bask in the virtual sun of your own creation. Stave off the cold for just a little while.
Tension? Let me tell you about tension.
Graduation angst is all over the faces of my high school seniors. Like deer caught in the headlights, they see the near future rushing towards them, and it is finally hitting them that life is about to change. They’re experiencing the tension of leaving that safe forest of daily school routine and taking those tentative steps of crossing the highway of life into adult hood. Being part of the lucky class of 2013 might be adding to the tension.
The piece above is actually my example for my students final art project. The theme is facades, and they have all the PhotoShop skills they’ve gained this year to use to make their pieces. I’m excited to see what their interpretations will become.
I’m finding that I really like working in pencil, and then scanning that drawing into Photoshop. Sometime I begin directly in PhotoShop, but after teaching how to use the program all day, I really miss the feel of traditional media. To be able to combine the two is so freeing as I can manipulate my drawings endless with no fear of corrupting the original.
It’s April, and the world is in bloom. I’ve spent the weekend working in my backyard garden trying to get it back in order after it’s been neglected for so long. Winter in California is a holiday compare to other parts of the country , but still it can be cold and wet. During the winter, my garden is best experienced from behind a window in a warm and cozy room. The sunshine this weekend,however, demanded an extended stay outside. So I shot myself outside and hunkered down to do some serious weeding and trimming. A rototiller rejuvenated raised beds with a health dose of organic matter, or in more earthy terms, cow manure. The wild hinter lands are less a jungle and my winter, white skin has the beginning , if not a summer tan, at least a spring one.
To carry you
Beyond the everyday
To places yet unknown With hopes
That something new And miraculous
If only you are open
And willing to quiet
That ceaseless voice
There’s another voice
To guide you where
Well,as you can see, I don’t know cat anatomy that well. I’m more of a dog person. The prompt for Illustration Friday, though, was “whiskers.” That makes me think more of cats. Anyway, I just got a new digital Wacom tablet and this is the second image that I’ve painted with it. Needless to say, I’m as happy as a cat with a ball of yarn.