When I started this blog, I hardly ever talked about my teaching. I think I wanted to establish the Artist Identity first, before letting out my shameful secret!
I think I sort of managed it. I think I do have an Artist Identity.
The Teacher identity is a struggle. I’m not denying its existence, but it wrestles power from the Artist. Since re-establishing myself as the Artist, the Teacher isn’t happy. There has been a permanent wrangling between them. I feel the two have overlapping time-share rights.
At the moment, the Teacher has been temporarily evicted from her home. The Artist is cock-a-hoop!
On occasion, I have been asked questions such as “How do you integrate your art practice in your classroom?” and my answer has most often been “I don’t”
But as I reassess and look around me for new opportunities and ways to change my life and work, some of the most attractive opportunities are those which could be loosely called educational. I think the key word here is LOOSELY.
The Artist is fed up with the Teacher being hide-bound by prescription, inspection and on no account deviation.
I think the reason the Artist has denied the Teacher is that the Teacher had become a bit of a fuddy-duddy. The Teacher hasn’t been happy with the Teacher for quite a while either.
I think I am probably a teacher by nature. It is in me. Can’t deny it.
BUT… I think I’ve been doing the wrong sort of teaching…
I’ve used the word “think” about 7 times in this short blog.
Been thinking a lot lately.
