When I finish a drawing, my high school students are stunned at the amount of work I’ve put into it. What they don’t realize is this is how I play. I switch mediums, decide the color palette as I go, and take risks. I’m not doing it for an assignment or an upcoming exhibition, I’m just playing. It’s exactly what I want them to do.
I’ve really tried to open doors for my students, but they give up so quickly, and then build a wall around themselves. I keep pushing, but when it’s this late in the game, a sense of hopelessness sets in.
They ask too much of themselves. I want them to trust me when I tell them they are doing well.
Bonk bonk bonk. Enough of that. This drawing I did reminds me of The Wuzzles.