Rise UP!

It’s always great to observe fellow Arts Corps colleagues. There’s so much to learn about their artistry, pedagogical practices, and personal relationship with their students. Just a few weeks ago, I had the wonderful opportunity to do just that–observe fellow teaching artist, Stephany Hazelrigg at Aki Kurose.

What an awesome experience for me!

Besides the usual teaching of concepts, in this case, hip-hop vocabulary and dance moves, I found that Stephany was teaching an old and familiar concept in a whole new way.

Community.

I know I’ve written on this subject before and while I thought I had “community” well defined in my head, I now enjoy a much deeper understanding of this word than ever before.

You see, what caught my attention was her use of words and phrases that nurtured the idea of community and therefore were reflected in her actions.

For example, when two younger students began arguing, an older student jumped in and defended her friend. Instead of allowing the older student to take control of the situation, Stephany said- “will you be the older sister and mentor and step back?” This provided an opportunity for the two younger students to problem solve on their own and learn to communicate. As for the older girl, it allowed her to reflect and respond appropriately and maturely rather than to react defensively.

In another instance, as a young boy struggled teaching several dance moves to the class, Stephany reminded him, “remember, the goal as a leader is to not trick your community. Show them moves they can all follow.” As a result, the young boy chose simpler steps and taught them slowly so that all the students felt successful.

“Reset, Rewind, Recommit!”

“Rise up!”

“Celebrate and Elevate!”

Words and actions embracing and nurturing the true meaning of community.

It may seem basic and remedial, but in today’s world and with today’s generation, community is a hard concept to grasp. It’s not just about neighbors and neighborhoods. It’s about interacting with the people around us each and every day. Much of our youth today doesn’t know how to get along and communicate positively and effectively. We as teachers  have to tackle this problem and so much more in our classes. We’re not just teaching our artistry anymore, we’re teaching life long skills necessary to co-exist in our world. The fact is that we can’t really make an impact in our work until we’ve built a safe environment around us. We must all feel loved, accepted, and a significant part of a functioning community.

I left the class renewed, reinvigorated and eager to apply these ideas to my own students. I’ve always felt that even as a seasoned educator there is always room to learn new and old things.

After all, the key to perfecting our craft is to always remain life long students!

Thanks Stephany!

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Got Mummies?

Our class had been exploring ancient Egyptian art before all the chaos in Cairo started, so how timely that our cardboard sarcophagus mummies we just finished would be ready for replacements if any become missing.

Also I just heard that the Philadelphia Art Museum is having a show of Chinese mummies but they couldn’t get them in time for the opening so instead they made cardboard ones as stand ins.

I love it when the collective unconscious seems to be working in sync sometimes.

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Rewards of Practicing Ritual

Ever since I learned the “Brain Dance,” a wake up exercise for mind and body, I have used it successfully in all my classes with great results.

The Brain Dance is an all over body tapping & patting plus I have added some Qi Gong energy opening exercises; using their hot hands to generate a ball of energy that can be moved around.

I find this ritual to be such a great way to focus the class energy as well as center them individually. The returns from this have been so wonderful.

Today one of the parents told me her daughter was feeling her “Energy Ball” in bed last night. And then another student during our quiet drawing time told me she could still feel her energy ball.

It is  such a thrill to see that some of what we give really does sink in.

Developed by Anne Green Gilbert, the BrainDance is a series of exercises comprised of eight fundamental movement patterns that people move through in the first year of life. This “dance” is an excellent full body and brain warm-up for children and adults in all settings. Find out more here.

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Ho, Ho, Ho…Santa’s a Bully.

Well, another year has come and gone here at Meadowbrook View.  A lot has changed since I last blogged—new families, new faces,  new activities, new obstacles.

We’ve been pretty busy this holiday season with a return visit to Bart Harvey Senior Center for a holiday sing-a-long and cookie decorating with our elder friends. It’s always nice to be invited back to this community and see some familiar faces. It’s always nice to see the kids actively involved in positive things.

A new site we visited this year was Greenwood House. I really can’t get into too much detail with this particular site, but I will say the ladies at Greenwood really needed our company. Eagerly anticipating our arrival they had even prepared cookies and hot cocoa for the kids! Beside our usual routine, we were also delighted to have the vocal talents of one of our moms and our very own, Darnesha Weary! And I invited my friend, musician Nathan Olsen, to accompany our singing.

Seeing the radiant smiles from the women at Greenwood made it all the more worthwhile and it re-confirmed the importance of goodwill towards all and being of service in our community. Afterwards, I visited with some of the women as they gave me a tour of the house and talked about some of their life challenges. Their stories brought tears to my eyes.

*Sigh*

The thing is, while it sounds nice that my students went around singing holiday songs and spending time with those less fortunate, we’ve been having some serious problems. You see, just moments before each of these visits, we had issues with bullying.

Yes, that’s right. Bullying.

Here they are pretending to be nice to one another when in fact, that’s not the case at all. One of my girls was in tears because her own brother had been teasing the crap out of her and he even managed to get a few others to join the bandwagon. To make matters worse he along with another one of his buddies, sat laughing at my choir during our performance.

Both Darnesha and I (appalled and embarrassed) stopped the performance, reprimanded the boys, apologized to the elders and the choir, and started again.

Unfortunately, the damage was already done and it was impossible to get my kids out of the slump. They sang happy songs with long faces—what an oxymoron. It’s infuriating to see such disrespect and disregard.

More often than not this job wears me down. Don’t get me wrong, I love what I do and I care deeply for the kids, but these battles are constant and sometimes they never seem to let up. It’s tiresome and you begin to wonder if you’re making any impact at all. It seems that the good things last for a really short while and the bad stuff seems to linger.

I remember getting teased when I was a kid “Carla has a boyfriend! Na na na boo-boo.” But that was it.

Today, kids are brutal.

Bullying is a serious issue in our world and in the lives of our children. There’s a fine line with a harmless tease and seriously hurting someone’s feelings–to the point of something more drastic.

Kids today, don’t seem to get that. I mean seriously, my students and I have had heart to heart talks about this in the past, but it seems to be going in one ear and out the other.

I have to wonder if my students have any idea what they are truly doing to each other.

Once again, we spoke to them about it. If the look on their faces was any indication, all they heard was “blah, blah, blah kids…blah, blah, blah, blah.”

Where do we go from here?

When will this madness stop?

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Practicing What I Teach

Practice is the act of rehearsing a behavior over and over, or engaging in an activity again and again, for the purpose of improving or mastering it, as in the phrase “practice makes perfect”. Sports teams practice to prepare for actual games. Playing a musical instrument well takes a lot of practice. It is a method of learning and of acquiring experience.

I’m gearing up to teach a residency for middle school girls about writing and performing your own work and it’s making me nauseous.   Truth is, every time I plan for a new class I get waves of queasy anxiety.  Teaching kids is hard work, and I know what’s coming…weeks of sizing up, boundary testing and trust building.  Being a Teaching Artist requires a serious level of truth, vulnerability and fearlessness, and I’m feeling woefully out of practice.

I’ve been a Teaching Artist since 1990, (but back then I didn’t know it because that was before we settled on the term).  I moved from the east coast to Seattle and was piecing together theatre teaching gigs and feeling professionally alone.  Over time I found like-minded peers, and many from that talented crew became the founding faculty of Arts Corps.

Artists and musicians have been sharing what they know with their communities since the beginning of time, but it’s only been in the last decade that we’ve set apart what we do and delineated the field of Teaching Artistry.  Arts Corps and the Teaching Artist profession have grown in tandem.  In 2000 we hatched our fledgling organization and in 2003 Eric Booth asked me to define a Teaching Artist for the first issue of the Teaching Artist Journal.  I said something about how we are practicing artists whose teaching is part of that practice… that we are role models for lifestyle, discipline and skill …passing on ways of thinking, seeing and being…that we are facilitators for creativity which makes us social activists.  I still believe all of this to be true, and it’s the “practicing artists whose teaching is part of that practice” part that I’m hung up on right now as I plan my upcoming quarter.

My time at Arts Corps has always been split between teaching and administrating, but last year the only teaching I did was with adults, which, for me, is never as daunting as teaching kids (especially middle school girls).  The only theatre work I did last year was performing in one weekend of short new plays, unless “acting” like an Education Director counts. And about my writing…I haven’t written anything I’ve really liked since the last time I was teaching youth.  I find that interesting, and I don’t think it’s a coincidence.

Upon serious reflection, if I’m going be a credible creative role model for a bunch of dramatic tweens, I’ve got to get back in training physically and mentally.  I’m committed to prepping for my teaching marathon that starts at the end of January. I’m not ashamed to tell ya, I bought a gym membership a few days ago. My resolution to myself is to get back to practicing what I teach.  Just to get my feet wet, I wrote this haiku.

Sore from Zumba class
Teen girls are counting on you.
Be brave. Write daily.

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Spruce Street – Part 2, The Power Of Chihuly

I thought he was going to hit me. He had already cussed me out and made it clear he was not going to participate in this ” art for faggots” stuff. He asked politely for my acting headshot, tore it up and threw it at me. He flipped me the bird a few times then jumped up and swung from the heating vents that hang from the ceiling.  His name is Daniel but he told me he wanted to be called Marquis.

Marquis is a 15 year old juvenile with a great smile  and some anger issues. He is living at Spruce Street because he blew out of his former foster care housing and is awaiting a new placement. He came up behind me while I was painting and started pushing my brush around making some pretty cool marks. He began to circle the table in what appeared to be an attempt to suss out his next move. It was what he didn’t do next that was important. He didn’t bother the other kids, he didn’t cuss out me or staff he just kept circling the table.

As he came around I left a sheet of paper out and he stood over it. “I want to throw paint on it.” Boom. Done. Do it. Great idea. For the next 45 minutes he grabbed tubes of paint and began spraying and splattering color after color then massaging it into the paper with his hands. He would let out the most violent yelp as each gesture connected. His body would jerk and jump as he threw harder and more forcefully.

I showed him pictures of Dale Chihuly using a broom to push color around with his feet covered in paint splatters, he said “cool” then asked for another piece of paper.

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