Friday, November 2, 2007

Answer to the video pun

Two entries ago I suggested that there was a visual pun in the video that I posted about the milk carton houses. I had tried to keep in line with John Scalzi's request to entertain him... and a pun would have been especially appreciated.

Several of you have joined in the "game" and attempted to identify the pun... I appreciate that. Thank you for all of your comments as well.

The pun is embedded in the action of the video, and parallels the words. It was during the editing of the video that I thought to add the pun, although at that time I was not aware of John's request for a pun. So that part was a coincidence.

It takes place near the middle of the video (about 1m 14-15s on the digital counter displayed in the lower right corner of the video screen) , as I pan across the back side of the table, and walk behind the milk-carton house that is above all the others. I walk behind it, then pan to the back of the room where a few teachers are talking, and pan to the front of the room where a few more teachers are standing around talking.

The words that appear on the video read "a behind the scenes peek at teachers..." The pun is referring to the walk 'behind the scenes,' behind the house, showing you the back side of the house while at the same time getting a glimpse of the milk carton house creators.

Also, the house I walk behind at that point is at the highest point of the display. So it is the 'peak' of the display. A behind the scenes peek/peak...

... For those who wanted to know!

Okay, a weak pun, but a pun just the same!

Tuesday, October 30, 2007

An early morning gift

Every morning he heads for my classroom. He stays with me for about 30-40 minutes. Sometimes he helps me take the chairs down from the desks, or fills the cups with water for one of my classes. Other times, he sharpens pencils, or sets out materials on the student desks for me... and when the 'work' is done, he gets his art folder out and starts working on one of his ongoing pieces. One is a doodle, and one is a soft pastel pumpkin drawing.

But today, I had no work for him to do because I had forgotten he was coming. I was focused on finishing up the last of my progress reports which had to be done by today. When he appeared at my side, he was smiling, hands in his pockets.

I tried to hide that I had forgotten our appointed time together, and told him today I had no work for him to do, which meant he could spend the entire time drawing. 

Instead of retrieving his folder, he asked for some paper. "I want to start something new," he explained. "I saw something on my way to school this morning. I want to draw it."

I pulled out a sheet of heavy white paper for him. I regret that I picked the 9X12 size rather than the 12 x 18 size. In my mind I didn't want to waste the larger sized paper on something that might end up in the trash if he didn't like it.

What a big mistake that was.

My mind was really on those progress reports when I handed him the paper. I just wanted to get him his materials, then let him be. I didn't even ask what he was going to draw. Just what did he need to do it?

"I want to use oil pastels," said the 4th grader. "Purple, orange, and black."

Hmmm, I thought, odd colors, but it is near Halloween time. I told him to get the colors he needed, then I sat down at the computer to get my precious progress reports done.... what a nit wit I can be sometime.

Great moments don't always announce themselves with celebratory loudness. Sometimes great moments amble in quietly, with hands in their pockets.

Ahhh me...... <sigh>

About fifteen minutes later I got up to take the completed progress reports to the mail room. I glanced over his shoulder to see what he was doing....

 

                                     

 

I stopped, completely forgetting all about the progress reports in my hand.

"Is this what you saw on your way to school this morning?" I asked.

"Uh-huh," he answered without even looking up. He was coloring the black furiously, like he was trying to get it done before he had to return to his classroom, or trying to get it done before the image in his mind disappeared.

I recognized that fury in the hand holding the black pastel ... that passion... the drive...

The sunrise had filled his soul. A sunrise that I didn't even see this morning because I had driven to school before the sun rose.

I smiled. How could I not? "Yes... a spectacular sunrise... did you know that many, many artists have been inspired by the early morning sunrise?" He looked up briefly, possibly even politely... I could tell he really wanted to get back to his picture.

"What happened to you this morning, ... do you know what we call that?"

"No, what?"

"Inspiration. You were inspired by the rising sun."

He nodded... "Yeah, the colors were beautiful... it was all orange and purple, and the houses and the power lines were all black."

I smiled, feeling just a little bit of happiness that I was there to share his joy first thing this morning. I knew that feeling in his heart, of wanting to capture an image, to recreate somehow, to keep it soI can see it again and again.

I tell you, for just a second I felt like my job was done in this boy.

 

 

I mounted it on black poster board, then showed it to our assistant principal. He walked straight to the boy's classroom. I followed. It was only 8:20 a.m. Mr. C made a big deal about what the student had done.... I held the picture up for thewhole class to see... our young Artist was grinning shyly at his desk, totally surprised by the show of praise and approval. His classmates expressed various words of surprise and delight..."He did that?" seemed to be the most repeated words. "Wow!" "He's good!"

I have a brand new box of oil pastels to give him tomorrow. To take home. This kid has the eyes of an artist.

Just wanted to share that with you all. Knew you would appreciate it.   <very big smile!>

Sunday, October 28, 2007

Milk Carton Houses, A surprise for John

John Scalzi's Assignment #189 

You amuse me for a change. Tell me a joke. Tell me a story. Show me a funny picture. Point to a good online video game. Suggest a good book or movie. Link me to a diverting YouTube or AOL Video. Well, you know. Surprise me.

Okay, John, this video clip was going up for today, but I thought I'd give ... you know ... the two birds/one stone deal.

Here is my most recently made video, fresh off the aol uncut video-line:

                                                   (look for the visual pun in the video)

                                      

                                                                    Let me know if you found the pun!

Milk Carton Houses Video was made one day during a workshop, Celebrating Diversity through Art, at NCCAT in Cullowhee, NC where 22 teachers and two seminar faculty members spent a portion of the week bathed in hands-on projects of creativity.

NCCAT stands for the North Carolina Center for the Advancement of Teaching, an idea that was sparked in 1983 from the heart and mind of one Teacher of the Year, Jean Powell of Clinton, NC.

It is a place of continuing professional development of teachers in the state's public schools. This year was my first time attending an NCCAT seminar... I encourage all public school teachers to look into it, ask your principals, talk to teachers who have gone... find out how you can attend one of these seminars.

All expenses paid for... mileage/room & board/materials/all events and activities, as well as your substitute teacher!! This is one workshop where teachers are treated as the professionals they are. Not all seminars are related to visual art, like this one was. Some are music-based, science, math... or a combination of these. I think it's all about providing opportunities for teachers to explore areas of learning that they have possibly neglected, and about reinspiring them, capturing their enthusiasm so they can return their classrooms as new teachers. More than a hundred seminars are on-going all through the year.

This session (milk carton houses) was only one of the many projects we worked on. Though the purpose of the various art activities was to give us ideas of what we can do with our students, it was also to provide us an art escape/retreat, where we could be the students once again, and feel what it's like to learn something new, to be slightly out of our comfort zone as tasks challenged our creative nature.

If you are interested, there are more photos in my previous entry, and two more musical videos. You might want come back and check it out later when you have more time, as it takes more than a minute to get through them all, and they are worth watching... well, at least, I think they are!!

 

To all my visitors and regular readers: I invite you to visit the aol uncut video website and leave a comment there. Even rate the video for me. Thank you for doing so.

Hereis the link:

http://uncutvideo.aol.com/users/bgilmore725/537e260a40640e493747a51198f41ee4?index=0

 

Music from Crosby, Still, Nash, and Young's Album/CD Deja Vu.

 

Saturday, October 27, 2007

Pictures and Video from the NCCAT experience

I invite you to visit awhile. You'll need some time to see all the pictures and the two videos I've made for you this morning, so if you are in a hurry, just come back later when you have a hot cup of tea or coffee to offer comfort and warmth.  

Back in September, I attended a five day seminar/workshop at NCCAT (North Carolina Center for the Advancement of Teaching. As you can imagine, I took many pictures and made several 'movies.'

It takes great chunks of uninterrupted time to edit them, arrange them into an album, and to create the movies, then upload them to a public video site like youTube or aol uncut videos. This morning, I found that time. I claimed that time. Above is the album I put together, here are a few shots of the cultural arts we worked on, and finally, at the end are two videos featuring the performance of the Kyai Gunung biru gamelan from Western Carolina University. Not many words, but lots of pictures.

Shadow puppetry was taught/demonstrated by world-known puppet master Hobey Ford. I had never seen a shadow puppet, let alone made one, but that morning, we all made our own shadow puppets to tell a story. Our group chose a story that Rochelle (an art teacher) had selected for one of her classes back home. We all made the characters and scenery, then put on the performance. It was called "Us and Them", about two villages warring against each other, and how their final conflict ended. Not the usual happy ending, I might add.

                                     

I created the characters to represent the opposing villagers, resembling a man and a woman just because they would be easily recognizable, and often we don't understand each other. Like warring villages.

I actually now have the skills and knowledge to build a shadow puppet theater. All I need is a story to lend itself to the shadow puppet telling, some time, lots of time, and an audience. Could be something I do with the students.

The shadow puppet theater is made from a science project board (black), a circle cut out of it (about 24 inches), covered by a white shower curtain for a screen, and a light source provided to back light the puppets. Puppets are made by cutting out the shapes from black poster board. These are taped to the end of a dowel or shiskebob stick in such a way that the puppeteer can hold them firmly against the white screen with the light shining from behind. Someone does the story narration while others maneuver the puppets to illustrate the actions. It's a great way to tell a story with or to children.

                                    

I learned about the symbols and myths of the indigenous people of Australia. We made boomerangs. This one is mine. I have already started the boomerang art project with my third graders.

                                     

One seminar instructor, Marie Cochran, gave us a brief history of people affected by diaspora, of being removed from their homelands, and what home means to many African Americans.

I learned about shotgun houses... didn't know what they were before this. To find out more about shotgun houses, check on the link provided in previous sentence. After a brief history of famous black artists, and a video about the shotgun house, we were asked to consider our own cultural heritage, and the meaning of home. Then, we were given the task to create 'home.' No other parameters given. We had about three hours to complete the project before dinner was served. From start to finish.

                                                        

My home features a two story main house, with a separate, raised room just for me. Home is a place of quiet retirement, an art studio, a library, a computer room/office. Away from the phone and the tv, away from all responsibility. A dream, no doubt. Is there such a place? My home. (actually, my real house does not look like anything like this, but in concept, it does.)

                                    

The instructor set up a display table with all of our houses. They were well crafted, each one different, all colorful and inventive. I'm going to add a video I made of the houses later on.

I hope you enjoy these.

 

                                     

                                                           Making the Gong Laugh

 

                                       

                                                          Gamelan Kyai Gunung biru

Since its beginning in 1986, NCCAT has served over 6,000 teachers a year. In 2007 alone, over 100 seminars have been held. A new NCCAT opened up at Ocracoke Island last month... it's a former US Coast Guard Station. Teachers can attend one NCCAT seminar every three years.

NCCAT..."where teachers are offered support for today and a bright vision of tomorrow."

Sunday, October 21, 2007

beryl the squirrel and winnie the cat

I don't know this pair, but I came across the video while searching for squirrel info after I wrote that last entry about "Where Have all the squirrels gone?"

I thought it was kind of cute, as any animal lover would. I don't think I'd like to invite the critter into my bedroom, although this little guy looks friendly enough. Who is singing the song? It's a little over three minutes long.

                          

It's probably not a good idea to make pets of them. Yet there are times when one comes across an injured or young squirrel, and one wants to take care of it. I don't have all the instructions for doing such under those circumstances, but here is a link that provides some advice for caring for wild squirrels who are not ready to be released back into their natural habitat.

Just because I figured you hadn't seen this squirrel video... there are beaucoups of others at youtube, of course. I chuckled my way through several.

Yeah, I know ... they're rodents.

But they are so cute in these videos.

Where have all the squirrels gone?

Where have all the squirrels gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the squirrels gone?
Long time ago
Where have all the squirrels gone?

... and so the lyrics go to this made up song (the tune is Where have all the flowers gone, by Pete Seger) in my head every time I walk out the back door into my yard. 

                             

I first asked myself the question about the missing squirrels two weeks ago when I set out to experience the freedom that comes from walking without any foot coverings and without a care in the world (I do occasionally have such moments). The acorns bit into my feet mercilessly with each unprotected step.

I wondered at that... why have I never noticed acorns covering my yard like this before? We've lived here for 25 years. I don't remember trying to avoid so many acorns before. It then occurred to me that squirrels have been doing a good job keeping our yard acorn free. I had never realized how thorough they have been all these years... until this year.

The squirrels are slacking off. That was my first thought.

I looked up into the trees.  I wondered: I haven't seen very many squirrels lately. Where are they? Yeah (said with great suspicion), in fact, my dogs often chase them this time of year because the little furry acorn consumers are out and about gathering up the nuts. Now that I think of it, I haven't seen or heard Max nor Misty bark very much as they watch the yard from a perch on the chair in our living room. No, there haven't been very many squirrels at all.

In fact,if I rely on the measure of acorns to account for squirrel presence, possibly there are no squirrels visiting our yard. At all. Nada.

                                              

I imagine Max wondered where they are, too, as we walked around the woods surrounding the yard today.

And another thing. We have a beautiful cherry blossom tree... let me rephrase that: had. Here is how it looked back during Easter week of this year.

                            

It was full of pink cherry blossoms this spring, then it died suddenly, dropping all its leaves before summer was over.   

                             

My husband had pruned it back in the hope that it would return next spring, but it isn't looking good so far.

                                                

As my canine companions and I walked around the yard this afternoon, I took a few pictures of the changes, not only in the leaves of the trees, but in the overall view. I do this every year.

In much the same way I took photos of our son from the time he was born, I have been taking pictures of our home and yard, to lovingly document the changes through the seasons of each year, and to remember the days when we first built our home, moved in, and first began landscaping.

Like a growing child, our yard has been transformed by our attempts to find something we can maintain.

When we first moved in, we were ambitious, and planted all sorts of trees, shrubbery, and smaller plants. We soon discerned that some plants loved the sun and others loved the shade. When we became aware that our yard was a shade yard, we began looking for plants that would thrive with less sunlight. Then we discovered our soil was acid, so we had to neutralize it from time to time. We've had vegetable gardens in our yard, but mostly we've grown and nurtured perennials, and some annuals.

Hostas have been a successful favorite in our yard, and azaleas, rhododendrons, crepe myrtle, and dogwoods. There was a time when our front yard looked like a jungle for all the hostas, yuccas, and philodendrons we had growing. In the winter, we'd bring philodendrons into the house ... they grew so big I had to give them away to someone with more space in their home.

Over the years, we have downsized the yard, planting less. Several years after we moved into our home, Steve's thoughts turned to his love for fish. With the pond he built in the front yard came cattails, water lilies,lotus, and other water/bog plants. That pond was part of our yard/life for fifteen years.

The time finally came when we had to downsize. The work to maintain it was beginning to strain and stress him. It's been over a year since it's removal... he filled it in, himself, with a shovel... the koi were relocated to a larger pond a few miles down the road. There are very few plants  left for us to maintain. Mostly just grass, a few hostas, a few azaleas, and the hardwoods growing around us.

It's a good thing, too, since this year has seen near drought-level rainfall... not much... not enough to make a difference.  I don't know how we could have kept our pond up in a low water season/year like this one. Many of our trees are dying. We haven't tried to water them due to concerns for water levels. I think it's a shared concern in much of the Southeastern United States.

Where have all the squirrels gone this year? Could they be living closer to the river? A year ago we had a water source in our yard, the pond. Perhaps they need to stay close to water as well. I thought little critters got their water supply from dew on the grass, but I can tell you, even in the mornings I have seen very little dew.

Yeah, I'm thinking they've moved closer to the river behind our property, about a half mile away actually.

Then there's the  article I read in the Kids National Geographic magazine that came in the mail yesterday. Coyotes are moving closer to the city, it reported. They are about the size of a small German Shepherd, they walk around, hunting at night, and laying low during the day.

My friend and neighbor called me last week and described the yip of pups and the howl of an adult coyote close to her house. She said it sounded like they (possibly a mother and her pups) were walking toward my end of the street. It's possible they are living in our neighborhood.

Coyotes prey on squirrel... don't they? Well, any that come down from the trees after dark. If any would do that. Maybe that's where some of the squirrels have gone.....?

...and maybe I need to keep a closer eye on my dogs at night.

Saturday, October 20, 2007

Doodles and rainbows

                                                                         

Russ, our ToonGuy here, posted one of his doodles in his journal entry today. I've seen lots of doodles, and I think Russ must be the Doodle Master.

I like his drawings. His Pear Dude character defines words through illustration. I chuckle at the rightness of it, how he captures the emotion and meaning of words through such a simple drawing. He has also illustrated phrases submitted by readers. His "Dammits" series was charming. Here's just one entry of those.  If you have a word, a feeling, a thought, Russ can illustrate it simply. At least, he makes it look simple. That's what I like about his work.

I suppose my keen interest in his drawings stem from my recent trek into doodling. When school first began this August, I wondered how I would begin... where would I start in this new classroom, this new subject of which I had been entrusted to teach? How could I follow what their previous teacher had started? 

I thought the element of line would be a good place to begin. Kids love to draw. Making lines is a skill they had already acquired since pre-kindergarten days. Making lines well, with intent, using a variety of line patterns, shapes, thicknesses... well, sometimes they did it and sometimes theydidn't. I wanted them to be aware of what they were doing when they made lines.

Doodling seemed to be a good place to start with my third - fifth graders... structured doodling.* Most of the students doodled without being asked... they'd be caught drawing during math, or during reading... and told to stop drawing and get on with their work. With guilt and not so much speed, I have seen them tuck their drawings away carefully. Last year, one fifth grade student slid his carefully penciled drawings into a clear plastic sleeve. He valued them. His friends held him in high regard because of them. He had a whole collection of drawings in his bookbag. He couldn't find his homework every day, but he always knew where his drawings were. There are students like this in every classroom. How do I tap into that interest to treasure their work, whether it's writing or math or drawing?

Today I want to share some of the structured doodles* my students are working on. Now that they've gotten a good start, we can put them away and bring them out later when I need a substitute. Most of them do not want to stop working on their doodles, and a few of them are totally dissatisfied with their doodles because they started to scribble on them.

I cannot recognize by name the bold, young artists whose work I display in this entry.  

The difference between a scribble and a doodle is that scribbling has no intent, unless you are marking something out, trying to eliminate it, to destroy it. Or unless you are only two or three years old and you are trying to imitate the writing and drawing you see others do. In that case, there is intent: to make a mark.

                                     

Doodling is drawing with intent, it's about making and moving lines across thepaper, and usually you don't even know what the final drawing will look like. You just start. With a dot, or a line. Straight or curvy, bold or light, broken or complete... doodles always begin with a line. They often grow into shapes.

                                   

After explaining about the element of line, and demonstrating the different types of lines, I showed them some doodles I had found in books and magazines. I showed them my own doodles. They were impressed enough to be bold in their own designs.

                                     

You can see how easily the students took to doodling. Like I said, they already knew how to do it... most didn't realize it was something to be encouraged or even developed into a piece worthy to display. None thought of it as art. It's the beginning of illustration, I told them.

                                           

I did it with third through fifth graders because they seemed to have the dexterity with a pen that the younger students lacked. Each student was given two pens to draw with: a black flair medium point, and a black fine point roller ball (generic). They were not accustomed to drawing with pens. Pencils have been their choice of tool because ... they can erase! They love to erase. Crumble up mistakes, throw them away, and start over. Such waste!

They don't have that option with a pen. And good paper is too costly to throw away because of a "mistake."

Hmmmm. So what do we do when we make a mistake? one concerned student asked. I gave him the usual artist's answer: we don't make mistakes. That comment was met with expected quizzical expressions.

The philosophy was tested that very day. While drawing, one of them said, "I made a mistake! Can I start over?" That's when I explained how artists sometimes can't start over, don't want to start over. They move on. They work with the "mistake." They look at it in a different way. Step back from it, and think of a way to use it just the way it is, or work around it.

Sometimes, a masterpiece results from our mistakes. By emphasizing something in the 'mistake,' or making it part of the design, a drawing gains new character, a new direction, ... it takes a turn that seems far from the original intent of the drawing. It changes how we look at our paper, the lines we made upon it. Often artists are very surprised by the final piece.

I'd like to say they understood immediately. But they didn't. That's okay. It comes with time and experience. They are only in elementary school, after all.

                                

One student reached completion of his doodle before the others. I suggested he pencil in the background for a more unified look. My goal was for them to fill their paper with line, not to leave much white space. A handful are having trouble filling their paper with the doodle. The same ones are having trouble when they write as well. I'm hoping that doodling will help them bridge the gap in their thinking. It's all in the details: whether you include them, or not.

                                             

I had to trim these drawings considerably because the students had worked their names into the doodles. Linking one's name into a doodle is common practice among kids, so I had not discouraged it. It made it more difficult to show their entire work, however.

I had other projects in mind for the younger students, and theirs involved using more color than line. The kinders worked on rainbows these past few weeks. They are learning their colors, so making a rainbow was a logical art project. Only two students did not understand that black and brown were not part of the rainbow. They are only five, after all! 

                                                         

One student's work particularly interested me in its Seuss-like appearance. He had not done it intentionally, but it was appealing just the same. I was tempted todraw a character in black ink on top of it... but it wasn't mine to change. The dripping effect took place when he carried his rainbow to the drying rack. I had demonstrated how to carry it like a food tray so the colors wouldn't drip. Alas, kinders don't hear all the instructions, even the repeated ones. It's characteristic of the age. He had carried it like a sack. When I saw the result I couldn't help but smile.

                                     

                                                 I told him it was a beautiful rainbow.

I read about structured doodles several years ago in a book by Mona Brookes. I borrowed the term, but I'm not sure from which book. Here is a link to one of her books, and here is another.