So last night... I was listening to the NPR, and they were talking about what made a good teacher. The conclusion that was reached over the course of the interview was that a good teacher is first a good leader. A leader who sets goals high, and then challenges her troops to achieve it. By leading his troops to the goal through cajoling, praise, encouragement, setting high standards, and let's face it, setting a good example.
You may be asking yourselves, "what does this have to do with the title of the post?". There have been many, many times over the years that I have thought about being a teacher. In fact I almost was one, but my resolve faded when faced with the enormous responsibility involved in being a part of these kids lives. The NPR interview led me back to the classroom, and got me thinking about how I would teach an art class. I have a lot of ideas for the actual class room, but I think this is how I would start out. You can follow along, if you like. I feel a little self-conscious about this, like "He has a lot of nerve trying to teach about drawing." but I think that's just shadows of a six-year-old whispering to me. So... Here goes.
Lesson 1:Proof that every one of you has what it takes to learn how to draw.
1.Gather together a pencil (or pen, or whatever) and blank piece of paper.
2.Write this short sentence:
I can draw.
That's it. This shows two things. You can use a pencil (or whatever) to make a mark that carries meaning to the viewer. It also shows that you have the hand-eye coordination to see something and then reproduce it at least well enough to recognize it.
People may say things counter this. Things like "I can't even draw a straight line." (I can't either, that's why God invented rulers) or writing isn't the same thing as drawing a lion. That's true, it's not. This example is perhaps over-simplified. Like anything though, drawing is a skill and must be developed, but like any skill, anybody can get learn to be proficient at it.
Until next time, take care and be good.
Your friend,
Jeffrey
1 comment:
Are you talkin' to ME?
My mom swore her whole life that she hadn't an artistic bone in her body. Then, at 65, she took up painting sweatshirts. Then, porcelain. When she died, she had trunks of paints, shelves of greenware, her own kiln, and a treasure trove of beautiful, hand-painted porcelain that we all fought over.
Tell you what...you teach Abby to love art as you do and I will be thoroughly satisfied with your teaching skills.
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