Some are eye candy. Others are illustrations of my thoughts. Enjoy.
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Thursday, December 29, 2011
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
I am a...
I think it's interesting how much labels and titles matter to us. On the one hand people are willing to pay thousands of dollars for a label (types, colors, levels in a program, greed cults, brand names), and on the other people give their lives up to escape labels (racial, religious, ethnic, cultural, offensive).
The other day I mentioned running to an acquaintance. They asked me if I was a runner. Like a gust of wind in my brain, I was taken back to the Art department at Southern Virginia University. I remembered struggling with saying I was an artist. I mean sure I created art, I was an Art major, but was I an artist? After a lot of art making, discussion with my Senior Art Girls (I'm going to include Katie and a few younger people in this too) and professors, and talking "in-loud" to myself I decided I could say, "Yes, I am an artist."
So here I am again, wondering, "Am I an artist?...Am I a runner?" Why does it matter "what" we are? Eh, who knows. Anticlimactic much? Once again I've started a post in a mental fervor...then I go to sleep and try to finish the post a few days later. The fever is gone, and the post ends like this, but just to spice it up I'll make a list of the labels I like to have or have been given.
-Daughter of God
-Smith
-Weird
-Artist/Painter
-Runner
-Teacher/Educator
-Latter-Day Saint
The other day I mentioned running to an acquaintance. They asked me if I was a runner. Like a gust of wind in my brain, I was taken back to the Art department at Southern Virginia University. I remembered struggling with saying I was an artist. I mean sure I created art, I was an Art major, but was I an artist? After a lot of art making, discussion with my Senior Art Girls (I'm going to include Katie and a few younger people in this too) and professors, and talking "in-loud" to myself I decided I could say, "Yes, I am an artist."
So here I am again, wondering, "Am I an artist?...Am I a runner?" Why does it matter "what" we are? Eh, who knows. Anticlimactic much? Once again I've started a post in a mental fervor...then I go to sleep and try to finish the post a few days later. The fever is gone, and the post ends like this, but just to spice it up I'll make a list of the labels I like to have or have been given.
-Daughter of God
-Smith
-Weird
-Artist/Painter
-Runner
-Teacher/Educator
-Latter-Day Saint
Saturday, December 17, 2011
Sunday, November 27, 2011
My classroom
Tour de Laura's classroom.
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| This is our Red Ribbon Week door. The kids wrote their natural highs on the clouds. Yes, those are clouds. |
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| We made texture turkeys. Implied and tactile texture. |
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| Vampire stomach turkey |
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| Peacock turkey |
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| I teach 5th and 6th graders. |
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| Crying because he's going to be eaten? |
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| Texture swan |
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| Right now our Dia de los Muertos chalk pastel calacas are up. It's blacker than the night in there! Those are their journal boxes. |
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| The desks are in weird positions because the music teacher, who I share a room with, moves them. |
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| There's the desk :) |
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| love them! |
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| Muffin cat is their to inspire and motivate the students. And there's Ferdinand the bull. |
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| Darth Vader! |
So that's my classroom. I don't know what else to say about it. If you have questions, feel free to ask :)
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
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