Tuesday, June 23, 2015

my morning poem - june 23, 2015

...and sea brush mingles 
             with the pale oyster shell dust 
                                                   while my children's footprints whisper in the morning air....


beachwalk memories 
i hold tight to my heart 
as i stroll the morning sands 

                                                  and watch the sun emerge upon the earth


Sunday, June 7, 2015

I'm Back...

It dawned on me the other night that it's been years...YES, years since I last posted and so much has gone on over the years that it would make your head spin so we will leave that for another entry, but the bottom line is, I am ready to start writing again.  Let me rephrase that, I have continued to write and create but I haven't been sharing it and I believe that I am ready to share my writings again. Blogging has become quite a big deal these days so it makes me happy to think that I was doing it back in 2012 here and there and now, in mid 2015, I am ready to take on the challenge again.  I want to reflect and create and share...so what better place to do that then through this MemoiART blog.  And although the initial idea was that Drew, Tammi and I would write together, it didn't pan out that way, so I will keep this gem as my own.  I hope you all join me and together, we can learn and grow as art educators, as moms, as researchers, as artists...as women!

Thursday, April 4, 2013

More ART Matters Thoughts...

I was excited to be asked to submit a 50 word comment about why I think ART MATTERS...

Here's what I came up with (and 50 words aren't many - this was a tough task!)

ART matters because OUR CHILDREN MATTER!
…they need to communicate creatively and divergently in environments that encourage problem solving skills!
…they must be able to apply their knowledge to real world applications through their “Heads”, “Hands” and most importantly, their “Hearts”! 
…they must desire to stay in school…to learn…to express themselves…to care! 
…they need to understand that ART documents our past, our future and perhaps most importantly, OUR NOW! 

ART Matters because OUR CHILDREN MATTER!

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

A November Post:

The written text is becoming my media of choice this month.  
I feel as though I must write daily.
…another shower and another day of finding comfort in writing my Croy's name on the steamed shower doors,  just as I did in my youth - my teenage years where I wrote my latest crushes names on the steam filled door in a big heart, or with an eye and a tear, the dramatic teen mastering the precision of drawing an eye ball, showcasing  the shadows that silently fall in the tear drop, the subtle lines, grey tones, whites, tints, shades.  Shadows.
I always found comfort there, comfort in my "shower drawings - my shower art". 
Personal.  Private.  Mine.

Now, as I seek ways to urge myself to make it through another day without my Croy, I find a renewed comfort, a peace, writing his name in script followed by a heart,
< my heart >
wrapped around his name.  His heart wrapped around my soul - my very existence. 
I close my eyes and rinse the shampoo from my hair and often, when I open them, he is gone. 
                                  croy is gone
His name has quietly dissolved back into the steamed walls and I am left wondering how to keep his name, his memory, his youth and his magic alive. 

Through my art - through my text - through my narrative - through my teaching. 
I don't know. 
But I know I must - it has become my "art with purpose".

Art
With
Purpose.

Thursday, October 25, 2012

October 25, 2012

It's been too long - but I have more MemoiART to add as I am living such a busy life as mom, art teacher, grad student, wife, friend, artist, writer, presenter, speaker...I'm tired.

Music has been a big part of my life the past few months - specifically the Indigo Girls.  As I listen to their music, I am fueled to dig deep and attempt to figure out the "where am I going...where am I headed" feelings that I am haboring daily.  I'm not sure if this is mid life "stuff", 4 years of hidden grieving "stuff", or complete and utter exhaustion - bottom line, life is good and music and art most definitely SAVE!

Here are the lyrics to "Closer to Fine" - Thank you to these incredible song writers, guitarists and singers - from morning to night, I listen to these words and I keep moving.  I am working on an art series and a few personal poems that are inspired by this song.

Songwriters: AMY ELIZABETH RAY and EMILY ANN SALIERS - Indigo Girls!
 
I'm trying to tell you something about my life
Maybe give me insight between black and white
The best thing you've ever done for me
Is to help me take my life less seriously, it's only life after all
Well darkness has a hunger that's insatiable
And lightness has a call that's hard to hear
I wrap my fear around me like a blanket
I sailed my ship of safety till I sank it, I'm crawling on your shore.

I went to the doctor, I went to the mountains
I looked to the children, I drank from the fountain
There's more than one answer to these questions
Pointing me in crooked line
The less I seek my source for some definitive
The closer I am to fine.

I went to see the doctor of philosophy
With a poster of Rasputin and a beard down to his knee
He never did marry or see a B-grade movie
He graded my performance, he said he could see through me
I spent four years prostrate to the higher mind, got my paper
And I was free.

I went to the doctor, I went to the mountains
I looked to the children, I drank from the fountain
There's more than one answer to these questions
Pointing me in crooked line
The less I seek my source for some definitive
The closer I am to fine.

I stopped by the bar at 3 a.m.
To seek solace in a bottle or possibly a friend
I woke up with a headache like my head against a board
Twice as cloudy as I'd been the night before
I went in seeking clarity.

I went to the doctor, I went to the mountains
I looked to the children, I drank from the fountain
There's more than one answer to these questions
Pointing me in crooked line
The less I seek my source for some definitive
The closer I am to fine.

I went to the doctor, I went to the mountains
I looked to the children, I drank from the fountain
There's more than one answer to these questions
Pointing me in crooked line
The less I seek my source for some definitive
The closer I am to fine.

We go to the bible, we go through the workout
We read up on revival and we stand up for the lookout
There's more than one answer to these questions
Pointing me in a crooked line
The less I seek my source for some definitive
The closer I am to fine
The closer I am to fine
The closer I am to fine

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

20th Year of Teaching...

So I have successfully completed 2 1/2 weeks of teaching - and so far, so good!  I have to say, after 20 years in the classroom, I still LOVE IT!  My students are learning, creating, thinking and making me look good!  Their art is spectacular - I took a new approach this year and spent the first week going over painting techniques with both my intro and advanced students. 

We "played" with acrylics, watercolors, resists, brayers, stencils, collaged materials, etc... and created pages to help us prep our visual journal assignments for the rest of the semester.  There were a few students who were a bit confused with the chaotic creating that went on, but I think overall it taught them A LOT!  Not only did they learn to get their own supplies AND clean them AND put them back (and if you teach teenagers you know that can be one of the biggest challenges in secondary art education!), but they realized that art truly IS an expression of one's self!  When given the freedom to experiment with the tools, their art rises to meet their creativity level and magic is made!  They began to realize that good artists must be good researchers AND good art detectives!

I will share a few of the outstanding visual journal entries I received in the first week!  Pure Joy!

These were my Art II student's 2 page spreads with the prompt - "ME"