What can I say today.
Youngest went and played basketball, got three baskets and had fun. That is a Very Good Thing, because she hasn't been having fun with a bit and I went and had a little chat with the coach last week. Coach gets a wee bit too intense at the games and has something of a fondness for sarcasm. Borders on abusive. Not a warm and fuzzy kind of thing.
Painted again today. Some improvement....though the painting looked quite Antoni Tàpies for a bit there. What started out as part of a door suddenly looked very grey and cross filled. Not as interesting texturally as a Tàpies work though. I have to say with him, I really don't like his vision of the world, and the near endless brown, grey and black crosses gets a little old, but his use of texture gets me every.single.time.
Youngest came up, looked over my shoulder and said I should gather up a bunch of Chuck's hair and stick it on, then add some uncooked rice and paint over it all. It'd look just like a Tàpies then.
Gotta love it when your 11 year old is making art history jokes.
Learning from today....probably a good one beyond just painting: even when you doubt and think it doesn't look so great, keep working on it and wait for what's to come.
Working my way through Gideon rapidly, what a great book. Funny in spots, mostly beautiful and wise. Cannot recommend it highly enough. I am going to have to be reading The Bluest Eye again for a class and also the Boy in the Striped Pyjamas again, in Catalan again, for a class.
This is turning into the most boring post in the whole wide world. High point was Youngest's dog hair and rice comment.
Hi Beth! Felt like you when I did that!
Katharine Hepburn. What is not to love about that woman's acting. We watched her and Spencer Tracey in "Pat and Mike" on Youtube tonight. What a great movie. Not a GREAT literary movie, but good fun.
My students, (some) adults and teens alike keep whining that what I ask them to do is difficult. Honestly, if it were easy, what would be the point. I actually asked one of them how often a week they think I hear that complaint.
- At least three times a week - I replied-
Then I asked him how much he thought I cared that they thought it was hard.
- Not the least little bit.
Honestly. Why do they think I am there?