Posts Tagged ‘art’

Recycling, Elevated

Saturday, February 6th, 2010

I understand that recycling should be automatic and done out of the goodness (and / or self-preservation instinct) of one’s own heart.

I understand that even if we all recycled, it still wouldn’t be enough — we need to drastically curb, if not stop, our consumption of one-time-use goods.

I understand that we should be moving toward beverages that come from rivers and fruit trees and herbs, not bottles and chemicals and processing plants.

But I can’t see something like this and not be encouraged.  An Austin architectural firm has found a way to make recycling entertaining, and to help concertgoers work together to create a temporary thing of beauty, all while calling attention to a problem most people just don’t want to think about — the incredible amount of trash we generate and the lack of options about what to do with it.

Cup City, you just made my day.

Saturday Teacher Feature: Katherine

Saturday, September 26th, 2009

Today I am bringing back the much-neglected Saturday Teacher Feature for a most worthy candidate: Katherine, a close friend of the family and a second mother to me for much of my childhood.  She is an art teacher.  Not the type who wears gaudy floor-length necklaces and gesticulates vaguely while describing obscure concepts.  Not this type, either.  Just an amazingly creative and dynamic woman whose accomplishments speak for themselves.

What do you teach, and how long have you been teaching it?

Currently, I’m the director of Art Education at the university, which means I only teach a few classes.  I have two undergraduate methods classes and a graduate class called Art Forms, which integrates music, theater, dance and visual arts with academics.  I also volunteer at an inner-city school program, teaching art to middle schoolers.

[Editor’s Note: “Miss K” also taught a variety of art techniques to her Sunday School and Bible School classes.  I remember lots of wearable art – tie-dying, of course, but also a really lovely technique involving oil-based dyes that we used to marbleize scarves.  She always tied this in with a Scripture verse or concept we’d been learning about in school, so it was relevant as well as fun!]

Who or what inspired you to teach?

I’ve always loved children. Even when I was a little kid, I liked littler kids, and I still prefer young people to my own age group.  I find them refreshing.  The great thing about children is that they’re sponges.  They absorb everything.  Adult learners aren’t good sponges; they just want to share everything they know.  I would prefer someone who would listen to everything *I* know and repeat it back to me.

What’s the toughest thing about teaching?

When you have a discipline problem, a student who honestly doesn’t care – who has become hardened to adults or to respecting others.  That’s very difficult; having one really difficult student can ruin an entire teaching experience.  It just discourages the whole rest of the class.  The kids who want to learn became afraid of the negative force.

When do you have the most fun while teaching?

When there’s the element of “Wow!” or the element of surprise in a lesson – an experience where the kids can’t figure out how you did that, or you have something new to give them.  Even better is when a student will “Wow!” you with a response to something you’ve taught.  I also love when a student will come and share something meaningful and personal to them.  It shows me that they trust me, and that’s when I know it’s all worth it.  I’m benefiting from the experience as much as they are.

What one thing do you try to teach all of your students — the one thing that would enable you to say, “I was a good teacher“?

Respect.  I work with inner-city children, and I start by saying, “I have great respect for you, and I’m going to show respect for you: when you’re talking to me, when you’re doing your artwork.  In return, my expectation is that you’re going to show respect for me.”  I think if you establish that at the beginning of class – that you’ll respect each other no matter what, even if you disagree – you’ll really be able to learn.  Sometimes I’ll have to stop the class and say, “I can see that we’ve got some people who aren’t remembering to respect one another, so I think we’ll just have to put away the materials and sit here.  I’m sorry.”

Another important thing is resilience – to keep going back, no matter what, keep at it – and this applies to everything in life, not just art.

Any final thoughts?

I want my students to think deeply and be intentional about their artwork, so it has true meaning for them.  Usually artwork does have meaning, which is what I love about it.  It’s like an elegant problem that has more than one correct answer – in math or grammar, there may be a “right” answer, but in art, you can give a problem or question and have a multitude of correct answers.

“‘Think Small’ is My New Motto.

Tuesday, September 8th, 2009

It helps me handle the too-muchness of it all.”

So says the incredibly imaginative Maira Kalman, writing about history, heritage and home in a fanciful mix of photography, painting and chalkboards.  Seriously, you need to see this.

Link from my dad (my DAD?!) who never ceases to surprise me.

NSFP

Monday, August 10th, 2009

I don’t know if that’s an official abbreviation, but I wish someone had shared it with me before I put on Pecker in the company of friends and family last night.  It’s the first of three John Waters movies I’m watching in preparation for my Dynamic of the City class today.  And boy, is it foul.  Several of the plotlines involve adult entertainment, and this guy is not shy about poking the camera places it wasn’t meant to go.  In fact, other than a few lines of well-aimed satire at the artistic upper echelon of New York, the movie was pretty awful.

The first year I taught Creative Writing, the wonderful movie Stranger than Fiction came out.  I happened to see it with Rob, and we both agreed that if ever there were a movie that young writers needed to watch, this was it.  So I made an impassioned plea to the principal.  The movie’s PG-13, and I thought I remembered most of the reasons for that rating, which I explained to her in detail.  For instance, the protagonist gets together with a girl and there’s a shot of the two of them lying half-asleep in bed together.  I thought this was actually pretty tame, considering it’s a monogamous relationship and the thrust of the whole movie is decidedly pro-life and positive.

The principal, an optimistic and wise leader, told me it sounded like a great idea.  So another teacher and I piled students into our cars and left school a couple of hours early to catch a matinee.  (As you can imagine, the students loved this.  And, since I had underestimated the amount of time it takes a dozen high-school seniors to decide on and order lunch, we also had to sneak food into the theater.  That won me street credit for a week.)

Watching the movie with the students, however, I noticed all kinds of things I hadn’t when I’d watched it with Rob.  Every curse word made me flinch.  When the camera panned over a couple of naked rear ends in a locker room, I was mortified.  A scene where the main character fantasizes about the girl he likes (no pictures, just voiced-over thoughts) was almost unbearable.  Despite the fact that the students loved the movie and got a lot out of it, I left feeling exhausted and defeated.  I wanted to teach them something, but I couldn’t filter out all the junk.

So, I’m sympathetic to my professor.  He probably remembers watching the movie, the cheesy acting and the didactic satire and all the great shots of Baltimore.  If he’s like me, he’s blocked the memory of the more unseemly bits.  But still, a warning would have been nice, especially before I told my mom to watch.

Style Wars

Friday, August 7th, 2009

Has everyone seen this movie but me?  I had to watch it for my summer class, “Dynamic of the City.”  Here’s why you should watch it too:

  • Lush, defiant, sprawling urban murals. Or, if you prefer, graffiti.  I’ve never seen anything like it.  Regardless of your personal preference, you have to admit it’s refreshingly beautiful.
  • Old-school hip-hop. Before it was all about drugs, misogyny and cop-killing, it was about style.  Several students agreed that if rap still sounded like this, we’d be listening.  Many of the tracks are spliced with footage of break-dancers, another lost art form that has disintegrated into sex and violence.  (And the deadpan voice-over about “rocking your body” is priceless.)
  • A sense of loss. I felt slighted that this movement had come and gone before I was even born (or at least old enough to appreciate it.)  I’m not sure how it ended except by a crackdown of security on the train yards.  The saddest part was watching the taggers turn into entrepreneurs, searching for a way to prolong their creativity — they suggested a supervised program of train murals with the public voting on which designs it preferred.  It was a great idea, but the MTA scoffed at it and the two retreated to their opposite corners to gear up for the next fight.

Every once in awhile we have a chance to reconcile opponents, to de-polarize opinions, to hold up what we have in common instead of what we disagree about.  Shame on us for looking the other way.