The Artist in Me
Tuesday, November 15, 2011 at 2:01PM I teach art to a remarkably broad range of people in a given day. I may start my morning before a group of ebullient six-year-olds, merge into the afternoon with a gang of hilarious, inquisitive, and ridiculously talented teenagers, then end in the company of my adult students who represent a whole spectrum of experience, confidence, and stamina toward art making. The truth is that with all this teaching, I don't get to make much of my own art any more. There are times I find this frustrating, but mostly, I enjoy the way teaching keeps me in the midst of creative improvisation, innovation, and revelation. At this point, I can't imagine the sudden isolation I would feel if I closed my studio doors to students in order to have extra time to make art. It turns out that my students, all 400 a year, are my greatest inspiration. Vincent Van Gogh, who, despite all the "Starry Night" neckties and "Sunflower" coffee mugs, will never get old to me, said it beautifully:
"I tell you, the more I think, the more I feel, there is nothing more truly artistic than to love people."
Every moment I spend in communion with my students, I am smack dab in the heat of art making. Who knows if I will ever make an art piece that can match this. And if I do, it will only be due to all the hours I've spent blending colors with second graders, printing linoleum cuts with my high school students, or being awed by the assortment of amazing work that I pull off my drying racks on a daily basis. That said, I have recently found myself doing some of the projects I've had stored away in my artistic mind's eye. With the same open heart and willingness to fail that I preach about, I am reveling in the process.

