Posts Tagged ‘artists we love’
Work produced by a artist-scholar-camper at Dyslexia Institute of Indiana’s Camp Delafield during an open studio session of creating in flow.
Group Portrait, Polaroid Photograph, Children’s After School Program, Haight Ashbury Community Coalition, July 1985. Taken on the front steps of the Park Branch Public Library, 1833 Page Street, San Francisco, CA.
Dante L. spinning LPs at Hubbard & Cravens Coffee, Indianapolis, Indiana, 2011, photo by Sara Adams.
After scanning through brief words from Thomas Edison, George Bernard Shaw, and Bruce Lee I settled on a quote from Vidal Sassoon – “The only place where success comes before work is in the dictionary.” I held my phone up to display the quote to my daughter who promptly asked, through a mouthful of blueberry […]
I wish all of you could see this happening – young artists at work. Creative liberty is the intuitive goal driving the production of art here. And, of course, not one kid in our after school studio would describe it this way. But our job isn’t to wait until they can wrap language around their […]
Today, at Indianapolis Public School # 58, named after Ralph Waldo Emerson, we explore the work of the painter Elizabeth Murray. We’re interested in how Ms. Murray’s images might inspire us as we produce our own visual artwork? “We” are a group of elder elementary students who are just a few months away from becoming […]
This work is soft color pastel on black paper created today by a student at Indianapolis Public School 58 named after Ralph Waldo Emerson on the city’s east side. The school has quotes from Emerson’s works all over the hallways. Stuff like, “To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you […]
I’m pretty sure the science shows we all have a default setting that we learn by doing and teach by example. We crave direct experience that puts us into meaningful contact with each other and makes us more aware of our own insights. When we learn we teach ourselves. When we are caught in the […]
The clock on the wall of my studio tells me that it is 8:12. A week ago at this time it would have been 7:12. This large clock, that also shows temperature and humidity, is run by a little double A battery and its hands, its hours, its minutes and seconds are not connected to […]