In a message dated 7/9/2005 1:32:52 AM Eastern Standard Time,
Let us start a new thread. When difficult times come upon us, we must keep
faith in the transformative power of an education in art.
I am from a small family. My brother died in utero. Dad worked long hours, 6
days a week and just came home for dinner. It was a quiet household. I loved
art materials and paper. I spent my time drawing and creating. There was an
office supply store in my neighborhood in New York and they made their own
paper pads. Thick ones, All sizes. And cheap. I used to fill them up. We didn't
have art ed in the schools then. I was shy but my fifth grade teacher
recognized my talent and had me make a historical mural for the class. I never
Finally, I took art in H.S. The teacher had faith in my talent and gave me
his own quill pen. I thought it was gold. I still have it.
It was the faith that these teachers had in my talent, that I thought, "I
can do this!" I want to give my own students the encouragement to explore and
risk to find themselves and the joy it gives.