As a teacher, I see the full range of work ethic and value choices. Tatum works while Melanie sleeps. I do not judge because everyone is fighting a battle. I provide a safe place for students to create and breathe and sleep and be. I create a non-judgmental space that often accomodates students and adults who feel free to voice thier opinions... which can often be judgmental. We are fighting battles and we are on our own journies of self awareness. Peace.
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Being funny with students requires a certain amount of facial expression. I have been debilitated in my attempt to be funny with students.
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Observational pencil sketch of bananas.
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Depression is a focus on the past. Anxiety is a focus on the future. Breathe in presence. Exhale stress. Focus on what you can do. Do.
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Drawing to see. Seeing in parts.
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This one is from a photo.
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What happens if you really only look in the mirror, and not at the paper?
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We know God has a sense of humor because He says 'be anxious for nothing' and then he gives you kids.
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No peaking, and the experience is more valuable than the product.
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Gouache experiment.
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An attempt at organizing my 'why' for making drawing the center of my curriculum, and selling the idea to my students. Suggestions for refinements welcome.
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Pencil. Waiting for my daughter to complete her shopping at forever 12... I mean forever 21...
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Often I am given to making marks on paper that reflect the objects I see coming towards me as I gaze out the front car window. I do this exercise as a passenger of course. The goal is not the end product, but the process of connecting what I see with motor control. The product is an indication of movement and energy. Give it a try!
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Reflection of our state. Reflection of our time. Reflection of our lives.
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Kierkegaard said we undersand life by looking back, but we must live life forward. On a trip to the Chicago Art Institute with a group of students, I penned the students behind me and then I penned the rapidly moving images I saw through the front window of the bus . I still do not understand life except that perhaps it is full of energy and art and love.