Artists, artists, artists…

I have a myriad of former students who have gone out and started living as artists. It isn’t an easy thing to do. Some how we fine artists think that rejection is only our Sisyphean journey. In reality we are not alone in any way. Dancers, writers, actors, designers…all of us are up the same creek. All we can do is keep making things, keep dancing, keep writing, keep knowing that our vision wants to be seen and heard. Traci, Lexi, Erica, Matthew, Casey, Brett, Meagan, Katrina, Darian, Jonah, Robyn, Mariah, Jeremy, Richard and all the rest of you, keep making, keep doing whatever it is that you do to make sure your voice is heard.

Some of these students I had very intense relationships. Digging deep into the images they were making and the statements they wanted to make. Some of them I had short but exciting exchanges with. In the end I have a mental picture (and in some cases real pictures) of the work they made and how they changed me as a teacher and an artist. Thank you all for that opportunity and remember the thing that was most important to me for you was to always be making something: never forget to weave that basket.