i painted ten pictures of the same shape. hot pink, dark green and blue. the shape is my apartment. each composition represents the different ways in which i move through this space.
...to having to face the fact of a warmth and a glow and a delight flooding up from within, dictated by no external copy but existing and developing and changing in its own right, as a result of what one was looking at.
from architecture to zoology and from heart surgery to structural engineering, the doodle, diagram, map, sketch, outline, draft, 3d model and intricate rendering, all contribute to a long and complex process combining the eye, the mind, the imagination and the hand.
in understanding artmaking as an opportunity to speak about and reflect on issues important in the lives of students, the process of making art begins to mirror a process of formulating an identity.
making art is a way to listen to myself think and to try
to connect with other people. i pay close attention to details. i collect and produce images. i observe how my environment influences the way that i move through it.
teachers who model the reflection processes of contemporary working artists provide students with critical thinking and research skills. making visible the thinking processes of artists gives students the tools to examine and discuss big ideas. an ability to dissect an artist’s big idea may help students to form their own.
a main task of the analyst of any patient is to maintain objectivity in regard to all that the patient brings, and a special case of this is the analyst's need to be able to hate objectively.
finding connections between adolescent development and the work of artists and researchers, gives educators a foundation for understanding adolescence as a fluid process, capable of bouncing back and forth in time.
we drove past a smashed semi and three totaled cars. we listened to an interview about spirituality and mark rothko on the radio. we stopped for groceries.
gregory first tried twisting the top of it, then pushing. next he tried pulling it apart from its body. with a smile he said, "it IS a pen!!" his glasses, strapped around his head, were bright blue just like the monkey bars. the two of us became sharks on a bridge. he asked about my notebook. he showed me his teeth.