I hope you keep color theory, too. I know the course was exciting for you, the cross section of students from across the curriculum, the energy and challenge. Good luck, Dusty! You’re going to be fine whatever you do.
thanks terry. I am excited about it. I want to work on writing more too. its not just time, its also Pt of View... here, I concentrate all day long, on freedom to express. not that parsons prevented me from anything, it just demands that fashion be central to my engagement with design, as a primary purpose, artistic yes, but not frida freedom for art... color theory doesnt matter.... BUT of course her body was broken when not yet twenty -- and at end of her life she had a leg cut off, I mean that stuff gets into your sense of life flowers monkey hellish...
There has been an undercurrent of a lustering for freedom in your writing for a while. Your words here crystallize it for me. I think the poem with the fire box and antler eyes in the window…the paradox of painful love as a function of the ebb and flow of physical conflagration inside spiritual bondage of a sort… which poem am I thinking of? In my opinion your poetry is beautiful in its invitation to your reader to swing among the stars on the edge of falling into deep space. I’d love to sit inside your mind as you write.
And the fallen angels in a hot oily hell taunted by false offers from the holies, the fallen ones ambivalent about being freed from torment… How do you feel deep down about leaving those design courses? When I left my faculty role to retire I felt excited because I had plans to write more and to perform music but it was hard especially during dreams to accept the willing rejection of a source of self-worth. Except for my childhood, which was difficult physically, emotionally, and psychologically, my life has been blessed. I’ve always been occupied with teaching and learning and can’t seem to set it aside. I wish I could do what you’ve just done and shut down the Learning to Read account. It’s become a security blanket keeping me vicariously in teaching. I can’t turn it off.
I am not walking away from teaching so much as fashion. In fashion I lived out my mothers dream -- and in design, I was surprisingly effective. I think of Beckett as my blankie...
Hardest thing to let go of is not fashion, its their paying for my insurance. I do like teaching, I like the enthusiasm my students have, and how they kept me on my toes wrt the programs. but to think that I wont be teaching digital next year... ohhh.
we will see. they often come back at beginning of semester if they are short on teachers, and I didnt say I wouldnt help out...
I dont think of life as a blessing. but another chance stuck here, to rage against the trappings of hell --
I hope you keep color theory, too. I know the course was exciting for you, the cross section of students from across the curriculum, the energy and challenge. Good luck, Dusty! You’re going to be fine whatever you do.
thanks terry. I am excited about it. I want to work on writing more too. its not just time, its also Pt of View... here, I concentrate all day long, on freedom to express. not that parsons prevented me from anything, it just demands that fashion be central to my engagement with design, as a primary purpose, artistic yes, but not frida freedom for art... color theory doesnt matter.... BUT of course her body was broken when not yet twenty -- and at end of her life she had a leg cut off, I mean that stuff gets into your sense of life flowers monkey hellish...
There has been an undercurrent of a lustering for freedom in your writing for a while. Your words here crystallize it for me. I think the poem with the fire box and antler eyes in the window…the paradox of painful love as a function of the ebb and flow of physical conflagration inside spiritual bondage of a sort… which poem am I thinking of? In my opinion your poetry is beautiful in its invitation to your reader to swing among the stars on the edge of falling into deep space. I’d love to sit inside your mind as you write.
And the fallen angels in a hot oily hell taunted by false offers from the holies, the fallen ones ambivalent about being freed from torment… How do you feel deep down about leaving those design courses? When I left my faculty role to retire I felt excited because I had plans to write more and to perform music but it was hard especially during dreams to accept the willing rejection of a source of self-worth. Except for my childhood, which was difficult physically, emotionally, and psychologically, my life has been blessed. I’ve always been occupied with teaching and learning and can’t seem to set it aside. I wish I could do what you’ve just done and shut down the Learning to Read account. It’s become a security blanket keeping me vicariously in teaching. I can’t turn it off.
well its close to your heart then. must be.
I am not walking away from teaching so much as fashion. In fashion I lived out my mothers dream -- and in design, I was surprisingly effective. I think of Beckett as my blankie...
Hardest thing to let go of is not fashion, its their paying for my insurance. I do like teaching, I like the enthusiasm my students have, and how they kept me on my toes wrt the programs. but to think that I wont be teaching digital next year... ohhh.
we will see. they often come back at beginning of semester if they are short on teachers, and I didnt say I wouldnt help out...
I dont think of life as a blessing. but another chance stuck here, to rage against the trappings of hell --