About 10 days ago, I woke up in the middle of the night and thought, “Why am I not teaching?”
I keep getting stuck on the fact that I’m not a teacher. I am an artist; I don’t know anything about teaching. But at 3:40 a.m., I realized, I don’t care: I want to share what I know. I’m already sharing with adults, but it’s been my dream for years to share it with teenage girls, so they have a safe place and healthy, creative way to express themselves.
Like all my productions and projects, I dove in. I find repeatedly, consistently, if I try to make something “perfect“, it never happens. It will never be perfect. It has to just be what it is, however that takes shape, and that’s perfect.
I wrote an email to the middle school art teachers, introducing myself, giving them my credits and examples of what I do. It felt a little weird to just email them out of the blue, so I turned to my friends and fellow moms with teenage girls. I asked if they’d be interested. A resounding “YES!” came back. When? After school! Where? Here!
We met for the first time yesterday afternoon. We made a huge mess, we giggled, we got our fingers moving. I woke up this morning, thinking of all the things I can share with them, not teach, just share… journaling, different styles of writing, stamps, Gelli pad, stencils, composition, secret panels and pockets — the list feels limitless!
I’m already blown away by their enthusiasm and willingness. They just do. anything.
That gloppy sparkly gorgeous blob of color is one girl’s experiment in glitter. I love it. I love her. I love them. It’s perfect, just like that.