Thick but mind tweaking blog about art and art education.

I post this blog, "Thoughts on Art and Teaching," for me to go back to, to read and reflect upon.  You are welcome to join me.  I don't want to forget these conversations in my retirement.

Mr. Hamlyn's last post loosely discusses the disconnect between the theoretical approach to teaching art as taught in University, and the teaching of art according to the standards in our public schools (and my experience that private and charter schools are worse).  I heard this same disconnect when attending grad school, but also discovered that an art teacher has so much personal influence in the way he or she approaches the teaching of art.  University clarified for me something I'd discovered in my final years of teaching- that classroom teaching can become less explicit in terms of elements and principles, and more holistic in terms of interpretation and social justice.  Foundational skills in art are relatively simple to teach and learn in the context of teaching those hermeneutic skills of interpretation and meaning, dontcha think?  (I'd heard an art academy instructor once suggest that the meaning and appreciation of art is essential to learn before college, particularly in those elementary classes and that "one" required art class most students take before h.s. graduation; that continuing art students will study value et.al with the necessary depth they need at the university level.  The mastering of value or texture is NOT important to students who are not to become artists.  Interesting concept here.)

With attention and compassion, I believe art education can be all we, as good educators, can make it.  Mandatory testing, Explicit Direct Instruction, and schools designated as failing- the labels and demands made by the state of education in the nation today- haven't quite wheedled their ways through the closed doors of art classrooms yet; the art room may be the last vestige of teaching thinking.  Good art educators need to grasp the power they have, albeit with sly and sneak, with every last inkling of hope that the state of education will turn around soon.

Leaving our kids. I'm so sad.

Chico, Wakako, and Tedo

Benjamin Franklin was proved wrong by a few days, but not so many.  Almost three weeks with six of us in Ted and Wako's small but comfortable house has tested each of us, but everyone has done so well.  That being said, not a one of us isn't ready to settle home. 

Off to a long work week for our favorite couple, and off to our long travels for us.  We will leave here at noon today, that is noon in Kyoto, and arrive home at dinner time.  (Funny.  Leave noon on Monday, travel for 23 hours, and arrive in Chico at 6 pm on Monday, exhausted.  How is this NOT time travel?)

Update today,  9/27.  Took a full 36 hours door to door.  So why do I dread doing this again?

Update today, 10/ 3.  Still jetlagged.  WTF.  I hate this.

Osaka Human Rights Museum and Human Rights in Japan.

Ripped illegally from some website: Burakumin were
in charge of dealing with corpses.

Learned a lot after a visit to the Osaka Human Rights Museum today.  Many of the same discrimination issues we face in the states are paralleled here in Japan, including gender bias, gay/lesbian rights, and the rights of those afflicted with HIV.  Equally interesting was the discrimination against Okinawans- who many be compared to our Hawaiians, the Aian's from northern island Hokkiado- who live similarly to our indiginous Alaskans and the Koreans and Taiwanese, who were brought to Japan years ago, used as cheap labor, and are today discriminated against in many ways.

Most fascinating was the chapter about the Burakumin.  For this I could find no parallel in the U.S.  In the early 1600 s Japan established a caste system of four classes, and the Buraku were below the lowest, the outcasts,  being those who dealt with death- undertakers, butchers, executioners, and leather workers.  Although this feudal system was eliminated in 1871, those labeled as buraku have not been able to thwart the stigma placed on them by an extremely class conscious society.  Do read more HERE if you're interested.  This is fascinating stuff particularly in that is so prominent today.

Kyoto has KILLER humidity.

I am ready for California Valley DRY.  Arghh.

Take me out to the Ball Game, in JAPAN!!!!!!!!!

Ted decides the whole family should go to the Hanshin Tigers
vs the Tokyo Giants game in Osaka. 
Dad wants to wear his SF Giants hat; that gets vetoed big time.

The tickets Wako and Ted got required a purchase to a meal at an Osaka hotel, so we are forced to eat at a Chinese full course dining room.  Each meal probably cost $85.  That, times all six of us?-  $510 holy crap.  It was hard to believe we were stuffed- each plate was so small- but there were 6 courses.  Unbelievable meal!  And so much fun!  Thank God for Wako who could tell us what we were eating! (oh. The tickets weren't nearly that expensive.  Puhleeze.)

In the train station.
I love the random graphics everywhere...

CRAZY fans!  95% of the whole crowd wore Tigers jerseys,
hats, towels, hand bands and had the plastic clackers. 
OMG so over the top, but such a blast.
 Each section had a cheerleader, trumpets, and every one in the crowd
 knew all the songs and chants. 
We were SUCH gaijins!

Right fielder from the U.S.
Matt Murton, who looks almost exactly like Ted,
or Ted looks like him, hits a home run. 
Could have been Ted with the response
he got from our portion of the stands.

Seventh inning stretch.  No one sang no dumb "Take me out to the ballgame." 

Every single person in the stands blew up balloons. 

Again, SO over the top, and ridiculously fun!

Some fans dressed up for the occasion. 

Those with these wide "Japanese worker" pants

were the MOST  avid fans of all.

In spite of the fact that the Tigers lost,
Murton had a good game, so Ted and Hobie (aka Matt Murton)
were the stars of the exiting crowd. 
We knew none of these people, but they all wanted photos with our two "Murtons." 
Hilarious. 
Our jaws were hurting from way too much laughing.

Japan is SO Japan!

Take off Saturday God Awful Morning Hour~~

Franzen, Roth, Lethem, Hitchens, McCarthy, Updike, and Amis

Retired again thank god.
TIME magazine and Charlie Rose have me all excited again about good American literature (even that written by British expats.) And these guys ROCK at the top of my list!  Can't wait to read all of all of them. 

Time to indulge.
And draw.
And paint.
And write.  





WaHOOOO!

KYOTO! Here we come~

To see our most favorite couple, Ted-o and Wakako!
Can't wait.

Simple Pleasures- Twice!

Image grabbed from triathalontrainingblog.com

In all our blessed yuppiness, Mike and I are traveling now in a bonafide motel (cab over camper); we have chosen sleep over youth.  I was the big hold back, but was won over. Why is it I still don't feel like I'm one of all those others traveling in RV's?  Today I learned that I need 30, not 40, amps for hookup, that we have grey water and sewage (what the hell is grey water?), and when we park our "rig" in an RV park, we don't have to listen to other RV generators (like we did in campsites with no electrical hookups.) With glee, I get wifi on my picnic table, and when we buy our little flat screen tv, we'll access 50 cable channels.  Oh dear Lord, help me now.

On a slightly different note: tonight we parked our white behemoth in Gold Beach, Oregon. We watched the hundred or so charter fishing captains motor boat their passengers up and down a half mile the Rogue River estuary. (I love fishing but this did seem a bit more like conveyor belt trolling.) I chose a simpler route and walked the miles long beach.  Knew I'd made a winning choice on this beautiful, slightly sunny day, when I paused to see the sea lions poke their heads out of the waves, follow swells, and body surf! This picture is JUST what I saw! Jeez I love nature!

Black-Eyed Peas Belong in Every Classroom

Image grabbed from http://soulbrotherv2.blogspot.com

Probably one of the most interesting and inspiring posts I've ever read was on a blog I follow by This Brazen Teacher, a blogger and teacher of fourth grade art. She (I think) is wonderfully articulate about art, art education, and education today and, while navigating her meanderings in this edu-world, has gathered and shared warm as well as chilling insights. With dismay from this small corner of the educational community, I read that she is leaving her Ohio classroom for graduate school. (Makes me sad that the best of the best so often tend to escape, readily FLEE from the classroom for so many obvious HELLO! reasons.) Yet as the public so often reminds us, we are overpaid for the long vacations we get. So GO,  Ms Brazen, and with providence we shall get you back, stronger and louder, in these miserable yet loving trenches where the kids so call for you.
OK, so. With that long digression, I now give credit to this same educator for sharing the Black-Eyed Peas song "One Tribe" as combined with a lesson needed in all classrooms. DO visit This Brazen Teacher's blog  to see what she has done (scroll down to the image with the "play" button on it), and consider what YOU may do with this same jingle in your classroom, workplace, home, studio, ad infinitum.
Between her creation and this one on You Tube, I'm thinking we can not let this one go:
JustSayNo2Hate and "One Tribe."

The Art House Co-op

I was just introduced to the Art House Co-op website; the link is in the list to the left, but the site needs a special recognition here.  So many ideas are to be gleaned from this site!  Again, if I were still in the classroom.....

If I could dig straight down, I would eventually get to... . . . . China?

Nope.  I would get to the middle of the Indian Ocean, somewhere off the tip of the African continent.  Where would YOU show up?

StumbleUpon.com is a technological black hole.  Found this incredibly postmodern quote (above) by Jim Jarmusch, film director.  (Click on it and the quote becomes readable; I just had to include this stolen image because I liked it.)  This is the attitude we should be imbuing in art classrooms today.

Bill Owens. Photographer.

It was in the mid 70's that I first learned, and laughed, at the photography Bill Owens included in his book Suburbia.  I remains on my bookshelf today, and I still giggle when I browse through.  If you don't know Owens' work, take a gander at his website and most recent work. It's absolutely wonderful.  Consider the power of a lesson on cultural anthropology in an art room, and maybe one of student learning - how to laugh at ourselves.

I love the art of pun, and no photographer does it better than Bill Owens.   (I also think this is the neighborhood I grew up in~~)

A Couple of Shout Outs....

Must post a two images for a few most special people in my life.

I told hubby Mike that I want to live life fully, and that before the end as it is, we are going to both get tattoos.  (If you know him, there is no way he'll do this.  If you know me, you'll know he has no choice.)  I'm liking the first image here for him, and yeah, I can do that too, maybe on my legs?  He will absolutely not appreciate this.



The second is for my son Ted and daughter-in-law Wako in Japan. I miss them so much. I also just found out that Wako reads my blog.

HEY WAKO!!!! Is this YOU?!

:o)

Remember Outsider Art?.. How about Outsider Use...

Lifted here from fellow blogger Kevin Kelly, who compiles images of how people around the globe customize their "stuff" to create an optimal use, or as KK says, here are images of "personal modifications, folk innovations, street customization, ad hoc alterations, wear-patterns, home-made versions and indigenous ingenuity." See more on his site called Street Use.

Again, I'm thinking classroom curriculum. What a blast to laugh and create. Goes straight to those 21st Century Skills (remember? those archaic skills that politicians and administrators are removing from schools with the arts?)

Making Art. The Quandary

The work of an artist is surely fraught with conflicting purpose. I love drawing, painting, writing, creating in general, but that purpose? yeah, pretty big sticking point. Do I really paint just for ME? How many pieces, framed in glass, painted large on deep canvases, do I amass in my studio, and for why? Because I like to make art? How much do I struggle to show, to sell, to "get rid" of this (what has now become) stuff? Do I donate it to a local charity (so it will sell for $20, or not sell so I may bring it home?) Do I lay it out flat on the driveway at the yard sale? give to to friends who someday may find a place for it in their home? or just allow it to continue to pile up? Do I paint work that "people will like and so it may sell"? (Shoot me now.) Or continue the exploration (and pile) of my own style and statement? Or do I just make car decals and greeting cards for fun.

Just finished 4'x6' acrylic Tennessee dog and Maui kitty for a good friend. There ya go.

Think I'll go read a book this afternoon.

How are YOU dealing with the daily media images of the gulf coast wildlife?

I'm doing rather poorly.

I've been researching what I might be able to do to help- from the opposite coast for better or worse. A few hours on the computer have offered up many avenues, including how to help at the gulf with time, materials, money, and actually, how to become a "first responder" for future devastation, particularly on our own Pacific coast.

I write this blog post so I may offer out a letter the Audubon Society has suggested concerned and sickened people send to our legislators. ALL legislators. I have modified it so it sounds most like me; use it, modify it some more, or check out the original letter and other info here.

Dear Whoever,
The oil spill and images I see daily make my heart hurt, so I am writing to urge you to support President Obama's $35.6 million budget request for Coastal Louisiana restoration projects. While not a lot of money, it will begin the important work of rebuilding Louisiana's wetlands and marshes.
A healthy coastline is better able to withstand a variety of threats, whether from the damage the oil spill will certainly inflict or costly storm damage. Communities in Louisiana that haven't fully recovered from the devastation of Katrina are now facing a second economic blow as a result of the spill. We have an opportunity to create jobs, work to mitigate the impacts of this tragic oil spill, and again rebuild the critical coastal marshlands that nurture a significant Gulf of Mexico fishing industry, and buffer the Louisiana coast and its communities from storms and other threats.
PLEASE, please, please support full funding for Coastal Louisiana restoration and support the President's budget request of $35.6 million. With all my being, I believe we must do everything we can to alleviate the potential destruction of our singular, precious environment.
Thank you for your attention,

Thanks for reading this post. It's all I can do today... we'll see about tomorrow.

The Girl Effect

I can't believe I never saw The Girl Effect before; tell me this is new. So, I’m copying this straight off the page that has floored me tonight:

Here’s the thing: Girls living in poverty are uniquely capable of creating a better future. But when a girl reaches adolescence, she comes to a crossroads. Things can go one of two ways for her- and for everyone around her.
One: She gets a chance, gets educated, stays healthy and HIV-negative, marries when she chooses, raises a healthy family, and has the opportunity to raise the standard of living for herself, her brothers, her family, her community, and her country.
Two: None of these things happen. She is illiterate, married off, isolated, pregnant, and vulnerable to HIV. She and her family are stuck in a cycle of poverty.

It’s no big deal.
Just the future of humanity.

Sometimes I want to write. Sometimes others have already written so eloquently, there is little left to do but share.

Art, art, art, I love you.....

On YouTube by Andrea Dorfman.
Sit back and smile for 2 minutes.