beulahbondo's Diaryland Diary
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Drip schmip
Please excuse my long absence from your cache. A couple of crazy days and nights have thrown me off momentarily, of which more maybe later.
This morning I had to get up early early to teach art to the little chirren. I always get nervous the night before about whether the alarm will go off, whether I will hear it, and so forth, and as a result I don't sleep well. But I did get up, and I did get there on time, and the sink was clogged so we couldn't dye fabric, so we talked about Jackson Pollock and did gesture drawings.
The little chirren reacted like little 1950s Republican art critics to the Pollock. They scowled and said "That's not art" and "I could do that." But I kept my cool and we did some thinking routines and made connections between aesthetics and experience and they were impressed when I told them how big the paintings were and possibly even engaged with the idea that it took a lot of energy and machismo to run around that big canvas with a dripping can of housepaint.
Whatever. I don't care whether they like the paintings. I just want them to haul themselves out of the trough of fifth-grade literal thinking. They'd draw with white-out in one hand and an eraser in the other if they had a third hand for the pencil.
Enough of me. Go read cracklaugh. She's really onto something!
10:23 p.m. - 2003-02-27
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