(no subject)
I have a hard time remembering what it was like when I was a child learning about art. I will occasionally have flashbacks while I am teaching and then forget about them again. My strongest memories were of my teaching yelling or being upset because either we used too much paint, or we were destroying the paintbrushes by pressing down on them while painting. I do remember however going to a nursing home and making pinch pots and using tools to make impressions on the pots with the elderly people. I loved making pinch pots and was happy that we got to make at least one every year. I don’t remember glazing them, but I know we did. I also remember weaving. This was extremely frustrating for me. I just didn’t understand what I was supposed to do. I often see this frustration when I am teaching it and wish I could find a way to make it easier to understand. I also remember being confused about foreground and background. What did she mean to draw things that are closer first and the draw things that were further away last? I mean the paper is flat, soooo…. I remember going to the Ringling Museum of Art, and don’t get me wrong I loved art. I just remembered that we had an older lady giving us a tour of the museum and giving us history of each painting and a little information, I was just a little bored and probably could of done with something more interactive. I was excited about this huge painting of bison, because the painting made me feel like the bison were about to chase me out of the museum. At one point we had to make bookmarks for a book we were reading. I copied the cover and everyone thought I had traced it. My teacher knew better. Often times as an art teacher we discourage copying and want the children to produce their own ideas. The how to draw books are the worst, because they only show one way to achieve an image. We should encourage copying because it helps the student see all the details and it gives them a sense of gratification and self-satisfaction. I remember art parties. Art parties were after we had received so many stars as a group. We would have some type of yummy food and look at famous prints of paintings in the classroom. I always loved art parties.
My two fondest memories were of making a bust and making a puppet. The bust was probably the size of my fist and I think I liked it because I felt that it had more detail then anything I made. Though it didn’t look like what I wanted it to. Because we were doing so much detail I over exaggerated my indentions and lines and instead of looking like a young girl, it looked like an old lady. I think it was one of the first times where I accepted the fact that my mistakes were awesome. The puppet was probably frustrating for my teacher. We were in first or second grade and sewing all of the fabric we used wasn’t ideal so she allowed us to use hot glue guns. Surprisingly no one burned himself or herself. We also use scraps to make the face and add other details. This is about all I can remember.
My two fondest memories were of making a bust and making a puppet. The bust was probably the size of my fist and I think I liked it because I felt that it had more detail then anything I made. Though it didn’t look like what I wanted it to. Because we were doing so much detail I over exaggerated my indentions and lines and instead of looking like a young girl, it looked like an old lady. I think it was one of the first times where I accepted the fact that my mistakes were awesome. The puppet was probably frustrating for my teacher. We were in first or second grade and sewing all of the fabric we used wasn’t ideal so she allowed us to use hot glue guns. Surprisingly no one burned himself or herself. We also use scraps to make the face and add other details. This is about all I can remember.