Today in one of my art classes we were discussing the above art work by Pablo Picasso entilted “The Tragedy”. We discussed the subject matter, elements of art and principles of design. We turned to our partners, asked the questions why and what if the image was red instead of blue. Student gave me specific evidence from the image (text) to support their opinions and/or reasons. We used all the common core like language required. Finally, I asked students to think about their life and create an image of something sad. It could be a global issue like hunger, homeless (referred to by Picasso), or something personal in their own lives.
They started working and then I thought about the same question as I walked around the class. Some students were working quietly focusing on the assignment at hand. Most were talking more than creating, whining and complaining about how they “can’t draw.” I encourage them as much as I could and then finally for the last 5 minutes of independent practice, class is nice. Students are working and I could think again about the assignment.
A tragedy in my life…. I have had many and I know there are many more to come considering I am only 33 years old. I focused on my students, observing them, remembering those 5 minutes…. Then they shared with their partner and shared out to the class. I ask them, “what tragedy did you create in your artwork?” Answers were mostly personal; divorce, fighting, death of beloved pets. Students line up and left calmer then when they arrived, maybe due to the topic of class… I love teaching art and I love to see student openly experiment and create. To see them push beyond what they know and create. So many students do not have confidence in themselves and they give up so fast. They don’t want to try and it is easier to say “I can’t.” A tragedy in my life….
Then it hit me, I will create my own artwork of a tragedy I live everyday. (I did only spend about 10 minutes on this.)
Here is a tragedy I have seen everyday for the last month. Beautiful spring weather and students chained to a desk and a laptop. They cannot get to the finish line, the promise land of fun, playtime, creation and imagination, UNTIL they finish their tests. This is the modern tragedy of Delaware education and it effects every other part of our children’s lives.
I hope that brighter times are just over that horizon and replace the blue of sadness with the pink of joy.