We are all so different, yet so much the same in ways that really matter. We want to express ourselves.
We need to discover our most authentic self. Perhaps a self that was never discarded, for all of the various reasons that this can happen. This usually happens at the hands of those who have lost their own childhood. As a home school mother I wanted to provide an environment that nurtured what my children were born with, natural creativity, endless imagination, belief in self.
The Industrial model for the learning environment stifles the richness of childhood in all of its glory. As it assumes trouble and vacancy, actually naming aspects of enthusiasm, a disease. That model is dying. A model for leaning that has held the creative soul in prison for a very long time. Thinking outside the box is the duty of the artist. We cannot really make significant progress by doing things the same old way.
As a home school teacher and art teacher for many years, I have come to discern that the variety of different ways that something may be perceived, explained, constructed, developed is endless, limitless. We are not all the same in the way we gather information nor in expressing what we have gathered. Can we give value to these differences?
Make everything you do an Art,