Tuesday, May 22, 2018

Life flows

Life flows much more smoothly if you engage reality as it is and not as you think it should be. Building life actions on a delusion doesn’t work. It doesn’t work in the big world of reality or in the little world of your personal interactions.

We’ve seen its lessons in Vietnam, Iraq and Afghanistan. And in the American South of slavery. We see it every day in our frustrations at people who are being themselves and not who we want them to be. We see it in the children we mold by expectations and not by love.

The people who see reality for what it is are the people who can change it, while the others continue to bang their heads against the wall.


Sexy

I asked celebrities when the last time was they felt sexy.

Beyonce: On stage.

Stephen Colbert: When I fantasizing I’m Benedict Cumberbatch.

Benedict Cumberbatch: When I’m not fantasizing I’m Stephen Colbert.

Donald Trump: When I’m drunk and dreaming of Stormy.

Joe the Plumber: When I’m wearing my Calvin Klein briefs.

Mick Jagger: When I stare at the big tongue logo.

Scott Pruitt: When I am helping kill baby seals.

Mitch McConnell: Hmmmm….What was the question?

Paul Ryan: When my wife massages my widow’s peak.

Mike Pence: When Mommy and I snuggle watching soft porn.

Bashar al Assad: When I’m looking at one of those big hard Russian missiles.

Kim Jong-Un: Every night when I put in my order for a little Korean kitty.

Wayne La Pierre: When I’m naked, looking in the mirror holding an AK47 in each hand.



Monday, May 21, 2018

Art

Art is more importantly an action than it is an object.

Sunday, May 20, 2018

Some art

Some art wants to shake your hand.
Some art wants to hug you.
Some art begs you to like it.
Some art wants to have a conversation.
Some art is just coy.
Some art puts you at ease.
Some art challenges you.
Some art infects your brain.
Some art makes you envious.
Some art makes you take action.
Some art puts you in a muddle.
Some art makes you face reality.
Some art makes you see what’s behind reality.
Some art just won’t let go.
Some art makes you reach into your wallet.
Some art lies to you.
Some art tells you the most naked truth.
Some art is not ready to be art.
Some art has become boring to you.
Some art tells you what you forgot about yourself.

Some art makes the world new again.

Saturday, May 19, 2018

Young and old

In many traditional societies, children are encouraged to play until the time comes for their initiation rituals into adulthood. Then they learn what their role is as adults and learn what the expectations are of them, growing as adults in as open a way as the society allows. In their old age they become elders who are respected for their wisdom. In this way there is continued dialogue among young and old in the life of the group.
In contemporary American society, this structure too often becomes skewed. Children at early age are taught to compete, to win, to achieve as their goals. Play for its own sake becomes secondary. Initiation rituals to lead young people into adulthood are hollow. Manhood gets defined by sexual behavior and alcohol. Young people linger in a kind of adolescence until their late 20’s or early 30’s. Youthfulness is admired in looks and behavior even into middle age. A midlife crisis brings continued yearning for the “freedom” of youth.
Aging is lost youth, not acquired wisdom. Yearning for the youthful and the trendy continues through life. The elderly become, not a resource, but a burden to be hidden away and out of sight.

Friday, May 18, 2018

Life stories

We often forget that our life stories are in our bodies. How we were born and grew. What we touched. What we saw. What we felt. What we dreamed. How we were broken and healed. How we stumbled, bled and got back up. How we gave and took. How we touched and were touched. Who we held. Who we trusted with intimacy. How we made ourselves in space and time. Our pain, our failures, our grief, our joys, our orgasms. The way we pulled other bodies into our own. The ripples our bodies made when we jumped into the lives of others. The way we made new life. The way we died. The way we rotted. The ghosts we left behind.

Thursday, May 17, 2018

Power in the classroom

Teaching mathematics without computers in my early years as a teacher meant standing in front of the classroom, expert, authority figure, in charge. Except for occasionally sending students to the board, that was my place in the classroom. As innovative with gadgets and visuals as I could be, I was still front and center.

When I moved to a teaching position in art schools, whether with academic courses or studio courses, I naturally gravitated to the front of the classroom--too much of the time.

The teacher, as dispenser of exams, criticism, knowledge and grades is automatically granted de facto power. Standing in front of rows of students all looking at you affirms that power. You stand, they sit. You speak, they listen. You call on them to assure that they have heard what you said or that you can clarify their understanding of what you said. You are selecting and dispensing the knowledge.

At one point this didn’t make sense to me any more, though I’m not sure why. But giving up power seemed to be a way of gaining a more workable power. Small classes sat around a conference table, larger ones in a circle. I sat in the circle with the students, changing my place randomly through the semester. I found value in sitting next to quiet students, vocal students, unprepared students, and students of different genders, races and ethnicities.

I usually gave a short intro to the material and required each student to have a comment or question on the material of the day. This gave them a kind of power over content of the same kind as I had. This worked in small group projects as w ell. I could refocus and elaborate as needed to ensure main ideas were covered.

We all faced one another knowing we were all responsible to one another for learning the material. We were all in a sense teaching one another, even if in small bits. Journaling was required to assure each student was prepared for each day’s discussions.

In studio classes, I began to sit with the students in critiques as each student laid out the aesthetics, intent, process and criteria by which they wanted their considered. I was expected to be the main critiquer with the most important things to say.  But it didn’t always work out that way.


I found these changes to be valuable and evolving investigations of how to consider power at work in the classroom.