#teaching art

[shelbi-the-art-wizard]

Yet another painting of my darling, currently hanging up in my classroom. 🥰

[twitcheye]

I woke up this morning thinking about how one time, I was invited to teach a short art class at a local elementary school. I won’t name names but it sounded a lot like “Laurelhurst” (because that’s what it was called, oopsie). The first day I was there, when it was lunch time, I helped herd the kids to the cafeteria and then went to the teacher’s room to eat my lunch. The other teachers ignored me and I quietly ate my sandwich at the end of the table and left to go back to my class, finish up and leave for the day. The second day, I did the same thing, and the teachers ignored me again, and it was fine, whatever.

On the third day, I arrived in the teacher’s room with my little sandwich, and an older teacher stood up and came over to me. “You’re in the wrong place,” she said, smiling coldly. I looked confused. The other teachers were all eating, too, so it wasn’t the wrong place to eat, clearly. The older woman said, “Follow me. I’ll show you where you are SUPPOSED to be.” I packed up my sandwich and followed her. She led me across the hall and down a bit, to a storage room where the printer and construction paper was kept. There was one tiny child’s chair in there and a milk crate set in front of it. “This is where YOU eat lunch,” she said.

I figured that I wasn’t going to be there for very long and anyhow it wasn’t very much fun in the teacher’s room. For the remainder of the two weeks I was there, I went dutifully to the supply closet, sat on the tiny chair by myself, and ate my sandwich. Sometimes a teacher would come to retrieve their copies and get startled by my presence there. But really, no big deal, I could listen to my audiobook on headphones and finish my lunch in peace.

On the evening of the last Thursday that I was there, a television special about me aired on the local PBS station. It was something they re-ran every once in a while, talking about the lack of arts education in Oregon and how schools made up for it by hiring real artists to come teach little two week long programs, and sometimes those two weeks were all the students ever got for the year for art. It was a good show, about fostering creativity in students and how that helped them to apply critical thinking skills to other areas in life. They followed me through a class at a different school and interviewed me at my studio.

The next day, my last day at that school, I was walking through the hall, talking to a couple of the little girls from the class I was teaching in, and one of the teachers from the teacher’s room stopped me. Oh no, I thought. I’m probably WALKING in some spot I’m not supposed to be in now. “I SAW YOU,” she said. My mind raced, going over any transgressions I might have done that morning and coming up blank. She said, “I saw you on TELEVISION last night.” I said, “Oh. Yeah, that was me.” “The kids are all EXCITED! Everyone is talking about how they saw you on TV and you’re here now!” she said, beaming at me. I said, “oh, good, yeah, it’s a good show, I’m glad you saw it.” She said, “You should join us in the teacher’s room today at lunch! We’re all really SO happy you’re here!”

I said, “No. Thank you.” And I ate my lunch in the storage room where they told me to go, listened to my audiobook, and went home. Because fuck’em.

[apolloartexchange]

There exists a fine line between the dreamscape and our conscious reality

To enter the dream is to relinquish control to your subconscious mind. It's trying to tell you something; Are you listening to your dreams?

When we go to sleep our dreams consist of our current challenges, fears, aspirations, connections and failures

In its initial introduction this work strikes the heart of its viewers directly with this extreme luminescent and neon color combination. It pierces and punctuates the light in the spatial composition in a way which cannot be ignored as if even a passing glance is enough to make its mark for the rest of your life

In this same way the piece permits an even further display of dreamlike depth in its conveyance to the viewer. Its safe to say this piece is bathed and possessed by this neon lighting

Our perspective sits within this darker room disconnected and separate from the source of light at hand. It feels as if we’re an outside viewer with an invitation for entrance by  this immense temptation of ascendant light

These arches allow a transition to be felt as the inner archway translates and hosts a medium intensity of luminescence before falling off to a much darker inner wall

Liminal Dreamcore art can be viewed with the foundational inspirations of surrealism and impressionism. A liminal space is one which acts as a bridge from one point to another. Hallways, Lobbies, Elevators and much more may be considered liminal spaces. There exists key elements in every piece, sometimes all simultaneously. We notice a pool, checkered floor, strange endless neon lights and a mixture of motion blur to merge it all. These elements feel as if they don’t belong together however they still combine each others influences through reflection to craft a unique dreamcore experience

When one becomes a student of the dreamscape they find a specific element which connects and mirrors across almost every lucid practice; Liminal spaces occur in every single dream as they act like a bridge or lobby to a endless offering of experiences within the dreamscape

Although the concrete timeline of the "Liminal Dreamcore" style remains rather ambiguous we must note with high conviction that the artist Jared Pike sits definitively within these developments at some point and range

Overall this dreamcore digital rendering displays a scene of surreal light which immerses its participants in a perspective set as an outsider looking in as the ascendant color extends an invite to all which view

"Neonsense"

DC Motion

What do you see when you view this piece?

[mrsbinnsartroom]

We are making city collages in kindergarten and 1st grade. This project provides great practice for our painting, drawing, cutting, and gluing skills!

[collageart365]

[stanprokopenko]

Marshall and I talk about how and why years of teaching helped us learn to draw. Glenn Vilppu said there are no rules, just tools. When we come across a rule in our studies, we need to investigate the purpose of the rule, so we understand why and when to properly apply it

[mrsmteaches]

School is "closed indefinitely" up here.

I'm glad to have a timeline.

I'm glad I can plan now.

I'm not glad because it's going to be hard and I miss my kids.

[mbrainspaz]

#whineandpaint

I haven’t decided why yet but it’s funny when my wine & paint students lean in conspiratorially to ask me if I “actually have an art degree.”  Yessirree. You’d better believe I spent 4 years in college studying illustration, web design, marketing, painting, printing, and art history so that I could make pocket change standing on a stage teaching you how to paint at the level of your average 6 year old. You’re in safe hands with me.