At one time in my life I kept a sketchbook. I could write, draw, paint, collage, whatever. I would carry it around with me everywhere I went. It felt good. It slowly changed to occasional entries in my planner, becoming a very weak version of my sketchbook. Now I hardly have anything resembling a sketchbook, even throughout the summer months when I am not full time teaching. What happened?
It was inspiring, thought provoking and wonderfully reflective. Last year I was in the midst of my thesis for Teachers College, researching this very topic.. and found a name for this very thing.
The Artist-as-Teacher.
It was a super-duper interesting topic and I really enjoyed the whole self-reflective process! One important part of my research was to keep a daily journal. I should start to journal again as part of my new quest. Sketchbook here I come..?
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