Last week, I asked one of Julia’s art teachers for an update on how she was doing in class. Learning Adobe Illustrator is not second nature to Julia (or me, I might add). The answer was that she is doing okay but not getting any of the larger art concepts. Oh, how I wish she was. But I am not surprised. That is Julia in all her classes. She doesn’t take history because she is awful at time and although she is okay at memorizing dates, people and the causes of any war, she doesn’t get any bigger pictures.
But I’ve held onto much more hope for art. She has probably drawn more pictures and made more clay figures than any ten kids put together. That counts for something, right? Continue reading
20 July 2018 Friday
It is spring!
It seems like a long time ago now that we, make that I, reclaimed Christmas. I don’t expect that the winter holidays will always be perfectly smooth but our last Christmas and then New Years cruise seemed to reset my holiday clock better than anything else. Distinct differences and concrete plans worked miracles. Prior to last year, I was not only missing our pre-death holiday ‘routine’ but also missing the friends with whom we shared many thanksgivings and a few Christmases—people and plans I thought would never change. Then there was change. Ah, embracing those Noble Truths.
Morning mural painting at Randall School stretch way beyond the scheduled noon ending time. A tryptic on the retaining wall that surrounds the gym equipment that so many of us worked for so long to become a reality. Now, five years (Really, five years?) after the ‘new’ playground equipment was assembled, there will be art behind it.
