This is when you know you have great friends. They're not afraid to tell you what you're doing wrong.
The mural will be fantastic, I just have super-anxiety about some things, like putting stuff on for permanent display... I also am sick of school. Who's with me?
photo courtesy Gabi Pearce
BUT, good news... GOOD NEWS! We've got not one, but two kilns up and running (it only took about 4 months to get back on track). This means that we've got the first load of tiles into the kiln RIGHT NOW, as I type! Not only that, but we have the backing up, and some of the most fantastic boxes have gotten done. I'm talking collaboratives with wheel throwers, a figurative sculpture leaning against the curve of the "S", ears laying in symmetry (just ears, nothing else). My kids are fantastic. I just don't give them enough credit. I do love them so (most days).
I had the students do a writing to tell me from their perspective what it was like to be part of something so big, something so collaborative. One of my students with pervasive, debilitating, life-altering disabilities wrote, "Art makes me special. It makes me forget my autism and makes me feel normal." GASP! This is when I go, "Alrighty Robin, chill out." The beauty of art is that it's therapy, creativity, expression, design, craft, environmental, mood-altering, and basically any other adjective or noun you can summon. Art is so vast and expansive that it effects everyone from all walks of life, whether you're a viewer or a maker. Good, or bad, ugly or beautiful, art makes you feel emotions, and that's the whole point. We're here to give a bit of escapism to someone's day, even if it's for the few seconds that you walk by the mural to look at it. Once I read those few sentences, I was brought back to my roots. Art makes me special. It makes me forget my cares and makes me feel normal.