Art education has become a passion of mine. I regularly teach 19 students who faithfully come every week. We have become life-long friends and I have loved seeing them become fascinated with all aspects of art. They also see the world in an entirely new way. Most artists understand this fully. They get excited about the way table legs in a restaurant interact in patterns with one another. They see the fabulous shapes of shadows. They see twenty-five different shades of green in a wooded hillside. Now, my students are enjoying this whole new world within a world.
Weeks have past since I last blogged. It seems that I dropped off the planet. I guess I did. My two clever daughters, Carri and Julie, had their babies on the same day: May 3, on opposite ends of the continent. I spent half a month in Boston, MA with one new darling baby, Cora, and the other half of the month in Gardnerville, NV with baby Ruby. I held them both for hours and hours. They are new. Totally vulnerable. Thus, the most powerful people on earth. Every adult around them jumps at their very whim. Thoughts are only for their well being, happiness, health, safety, etc. They blink; we quake. They cry; we leap. They smile; we crumble. Perhaps there is a lesson in this kind of humility?