Skimming the surface of sleep
I can't tell where I am relative to the beginning or end of my day. Since my last post I...
+ Spent a hectic 30 minutes with about 10 kids from my mom's class. Description and after-thoughts posted here.
+ Thought some about my plan of attack for Thursday's class, crashed around 3pm and got 6 hours of sleep
+ Woke up, spent some time online to catch up with friends I hadn't talked to for a couple days
+ Wrote the first half of the drawing advice I'll be including in the sketchbooks. Devised a drawing-as-your-personal-visual-language metaphor.
+ Tried to sleep more, watched Red Dwarf. o.O
+ Slept about 20 minutes. Woke up and wrote the second half of the drawing advice, including 67 ideas of things to draw.
+ Snuggled with Reagan, dozed more. I feel like I haven't spent time with my husband for ages.
+ Sketched and brushed the dog.
+ Got ready for day 2! (printed things out, gathered more of my sketchbooks for show and tell, etc)
I'm currently remote posting from my dad's computer downstairs to avoid bothering Reagan with my light and noise. He'll be sleeping another 4 hours.
... I just realized that this remote posting means no scans to upload. I'll include some with today's debriefing, as I'm sure I'll want to talk about it and be more alert than I was yesterday.
Busyness and being out of sorts means I haven't gotten time with my poetry. So here's something from high school I really don't understand:
Forgiveness
It doesn't matter the style of your clothes,
Only who designed them, and that they are your own.
It doesn't matter where you got them from,
Only where you wear them and why you go those places.
It doesn't matter how many places you go,
Only that you try not to get stains on yourself.
It doesn't matter that you did mess up those clothes,
Only that you notice and try your hardest to clean them soon.
It doesn't matter where you go to clean you clothes,
Only that you do it yourself and use lots of bleach.
What was I thinking? I think it fits with a quote I found on a sticky note while gathering sketchbooks. If you can't convince them, confuse them. -- Harry Truman I love quotations that encourage absurdity.
To make up for that lameness, I urge you to go listen to Danny Sherrard perform his poem "We Are Prometheus" over at IndieFeed. I caught the podcast of it recently and it blew me away. Incredibly inspiring and incredibly humbling.
I'm off to teach children about drawing! :D
Labels: drawing class, excitement, poem, poetry
posted by annie @ 9:52 AM
2 Comments
2 Comments:
Good stuff about the art teaching. I think it's probably as, or more, important to love the thing/subject/activity you're teaching as to like the kids you're teaching, your passion will permeate.
Your little windows, the frames with the fantasy lanscapes in them, have really inspired me. I remembered - I'd forgotten - that when I was younger and drew all the time, I used to like to do lettering where the loops and tails of the latters made frames, and fill them with similar small worlds. Lately, I've been wanting to lose myself again in made-up picture landscapes, but feared I'd lost the knack; subsequent (necessary) learning to draw from life and what was really there, and then not drawing much at all for years, had perhaps killed it. But now I'm interested to try again, by making small, contained windows like that.
Not wanting to be a leader because you don't want to be a follower makes perfect sense to me.
Lucy,
I don't know if you check follow-up comments. I realize it's been a few days, and I did want to thank you for dropping in and sharing about your little doodled worlds. Illustrations that mix typography and more typical images really fascinate me, especially those that tend towards illuminated manuscripts. It means a lot that you were inspired. :)
And I'd be remiss if I didn't specifically encourage you to follow your enjoyment of art. Don't be afraid of missing skills; in the absence of perfection comes personality!
The dogged pursuit of getting what's on your mind on paper is a rewarding challenge, too.
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