The Alphabet of Art

Three years ago, my assistant and I decided to create individual ABC art books for each student and we managed to do the entire 26 letters, basing the paintings from famous artworks, and then compiling them into books. The children also made a class book using the same theme and I scanned chosen individual paintings to create a poster for classroom use. 

The whole thing was painstakingly done, individually or in very small groups. Though controlled in some aspects as they were only four years of age, these great representations could not be duplicated because of its complexity as they evolved through the ongoing interests and abilities of the children that school year.

This year I wanted to outdo this project and I hope to find inspiration from the children I have this term. I need another challenge to make me a better teacher.

Empty Seats

"It is better to be alone than being with someone who makes you feel alone."


When I tell stories, you never listen...
You never ask how my days were...
I like chocolates, you don't...
If I want to see a movie, everything is boring for you...
There is nothing important but your friends...
You never help with anything...

Empty seats means no audience.
               Empty house means no life.
                              Empty heart means no more of love.

Umbrellas

I always have an umbrella in my backpack. I use it to block the scorching sun or to protect me from the pelting drops of rain. So rain or shine, it serves its purpose. 

When I was at the beach a week ago, I stayed under the umbrellas as I wanted to enjoy the breeze and the sounds of the sea rather than to bask myself under the sun's rays. I was in a safe place. I was in my comfort zone.

In reality, umbrellas are there to protect us but this implement against weather is of no use when it comes to words exchanged or heard that can simply shatter us. 

When harsh words are spoken and I hear them from others, I feel defenseless. When someone picks on my little mistakes, I am hurt. When I hear comments related to racial colour or status in life, I have no other resort but to be quiet. I get defenseless.

I wanted to have an umbrella that will shelter me from harm. I wanted an umbrella that will shield me from vile words. I need an umbrella that will simply comfort me when unpredictable situations arise. My umbrella could be a friend, my confidence, my wisdom, my personality or my faith. 

Let those who wag their tongues of unsound rambling falls and let the rewarding sunshine of greatness greet me everyday, without the need for an umbrella. (my prayer)