It's that time. The Fall session starts next week. I don't feel like I have to do a whole lot to get in the mindset seeing that I've been teaching a six-week summer session that just ended last Friday. I have no classes this week, but have meetings. As I am writing this, I see the grade school children being walked or driven to school. I can't help to think that no matter my grade school experience or school experience in general, I've always loved the first day of school. I would lay my new clothes out on my be the night before in anticipation of putting them on the next morning. I wasn't a pretty child, but I tried really hard to look my best for the first day. What is it exactly about the first day of class? Maybe it's the promise of exciting things to learn, experience and fun. Like most kids, I had my challenges in grade school. Some that took a few decades to get over. However, when I look back, I find myself somewhat nostalgic. You don't realize that all the things that happened to you then, shaped the person you are now for better or worse. Everything you need to know about living, you really do learn in grade school. You keep encountering the same personalities over and over throughout your life:
The friend for life
The bully
The popular one
The asshole
The comedian
The whiner
The talker
The intelligent
The beautiful
The ugly
The good
The leader
The follower
The fighter
The coward
The cry baby
The defender
The teacher
The innovator
The boring
The adventurer
The creative
The energetic
The shy one
The dominant
The loud
The quiet
These people never go away. It's life.
I took a break from making my work. I had a studio visit that went well. The gallerist took three pieces. I finished reading the book 'Art and Fear'. I enjoyed it very much and will be referring to it in upcoming posts very soon.
