dots on my desk drawer at work. my desk drawer is probably older than me.
15-0 is a shutout score in volleyball, not sure if that’s what it refers to. scratches. sometimes, art teachers need to just scratch the shit out of something. other times, there isn’t a cutting mat nearby, so you just cut with your craft knife right on the desk.
not sure. but it’s a pretty symbol.
peace.
found images are interesting. drawn. painted. scratched. spray painted. etched. rubbed. scribbled. doodled. burned. carved. sometimes they’re conscious. sometimes sub-conscious. sometimes unconscious. they can be thoughtful or thoughtless. sensible or senseless. on tables. paper. walls. trees. bathroom doors. skin. most always they’re simple doodles that are done to pass the time because the person was bored or perhaps it was a way to help them concentrate. sometimes they’re meant to inform. to offend. to annoy. to inspire. to educate. to assert existence. or to insert resistance. they can be for play during work. they can be art or vandalism. they can be intricate or simple. they can be racist. sexist. whatever-ist. in fact, most of the time, they are.
being a teacher, i see many around the school. being an image maker, i’m constantly aware.
if you see some somewhere, share them with me and i will post them here.
here’s a few that i found in a classroom where i teach…
there’s something about that little triangle that i found interesting. why would somebody draw a triangle? was it a conscious thought?
ready 2 party.
that’s a beautiful eye. the detail and care given to the drawing during class says a lot. but what? i don’t know.
peace.
Owen (Mike Kinsella) – Good Friends, Bad Habits
directed by Joe Wigdahl.
here are the lyrics to the song…
i’ve good friends with bad habits,
what am I to do?
they’re literary romantics,
they fuck like wilde,
and indulge like hemingway.
i’ve good friends with bad habits
and a tendency towards negligence.
just petty thieves and addicts,
that don’t hurt anyone
but they’ll burn anyway.
well sometimes,
like every time
a train passes,
i get jealous of the long nights,
and blurred lights,
the red eyes,
the bar fights.
where in the hell am i?
and how did i get here?
and which way to the nearest train?
well sometimes,
like every time she breathes,
i embrace my routine.
i’ve good friends with bad habits.
what am i to do?
they’re literary romantics,
they’ll fuck like wilde,
and die like hemingway.
i like the song, not just because it’s my friend’s creation, but because it does make me think about my own life as well as my friends and where i’m at in life. anyway, hope you enjoy it.
peace.
i’m currently working with students on a zine project. the topic is based on challenging current assumptions on gender.
i had students read about zines by reading excerpts from Whatcha Mean, What’s a Zine? and showing them the movie A Hundred Dollars and a T-Shirt. then we had a discussion about various topics on gender stereotypes and how they influence how we see the world and we see ourselves. here’s a list of the questions that i posed to them:
their zine itself is open to any topic on any gender that they want to focus on. I’ve been on the unit for about a week now. so far i think its been pretty good. i hope that having the discussion and posing these questions to my students will help them. but we’ll see i suppose. i’ve given them an outline for their zine, such as criteria for text and images, layout, where they can get their images, and even how they will bind their zines. we’ll see how it goes. if anyone wants to see the actual lesson plan, let me know, i can email it out.
peace.
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