rather than the final product.
Other times, it’s BOTH. Thanks to Jackson Pollock and his unconventional ways of creating art, that is:
To close out the school year, some of my 3rd and 5th graders made Jackson Pollock-esque canvases by laying it on the ground and dripping paint bottles, paint brushes and (get this) dunking near-rotten oranges in colorful paint and throwing it at the canvas. The results were phenomenal, and unexpectedly beautiful works of art were created. The exercise proved to be therapeutic as well – and everyone was happy!
Tomorrow is the last day of school. Though I will be engaged in art-making + art-critiquing with the kiddies this summer and beyond, the community and its participants will be drastically different each time. During the past 9.5 months, it was hard to see beyond the temporal. I too, like Pollock, entered into a “zen-like” state of letting things flow, flying by the seat of my pants during my first year as an art teacher. Now that the school year has come to an end, I have been afforded the opportunity to reflect on what my experiences have taught me. And I wouldn’t trade these past 9.5 months for anything in the world.
Once again, there is much to be thankful for when you catch of glimpse of the impact you can make in the lives of kids and art. No matter what anyone says, Art is Freedom. and it’s AH-FREAKIN-MAZING.