Well - that's not true. I DO know what I look like. It happened by a fluke circumstance. In a 24hr countdown panic, I could do nothing but let go and get the assignment done. and of course in letting go, that magical thing happens. It happened once. maybe twice.
I missed out on this. My degree made no space for yummy relationship building. I can recognize Hagia Sophia but I can't identify myself.
The more that I plan for my classes, the clearer it's becoming that I want to teach what my own education lacked. And not because I have weird Art Therapist ego. I'm using my experience to recognize a need. Students benefit by falling in love with who they are. Don't we all? I want my students to fall in love with their genius. Discover their genius, paint their genius. To not be afraid.
I want it for myself.
I picked up Finding Your Visual Voice by Dakota Mitchell. *Drool* I'm teaching this to my Level 2 Class. THIS is what I want students to walk away with. "It explores how & why you paint and what you respond to visually and emotionally. [This book helps bring awareness] to the combination of instincts and feelings that encourages you to pick up a paintbrush and create work that is your own". Yummyyy. Very structured & workbook style.
Don’t ask what the world needs. Ask what makes you come alive, and go do it. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive.” - Howard Thurman.
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I'm excited to browse this one, I've never seen it! I am also glad I can leave comments for you now :)
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