Got a little book📚 recommendation for y’all tonight!! If you’re looking for something that paints our melanin differences in a beautiful way with great describing words... check out The Colors of Us!!! 💁🏽💁🏿♂️🙋🏼🙋🏾♀️
This is a beautiful story about a girl who goes on a walk with her mom and finds differences and beauty in all the colors of those she knows 🥰
I think I loved it more than my students, honestly!!!
Not about the dots - a personal teaching breakthrough
This term I was teaching Australian history, looking at both the European and the Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander side. Naturally I thought how can I integrate this unit with Art, kill two birds with one stone.
This is where my discoveries began, I thought Dot Paintings! That’s Aboriginal, I can totally teach that and that will show how diverse I am as a teacher, and tick off a bunch of my curriculum, SO KEEN!
Then I started to move into the area and it started to look like it wasn’t as well received as what I thought my brilliant unit would have been. I was challenged and in all honesty felt attacked! But that lead me to do some research. Finding that Dot Paintings are a very controversial topic in Art circles.
I sought many people’s advice on the matter, but was still feeling like I just want to do it, I like Dot Paintings, why should a cultural barrier stop me I believe this though process is the reason why we still have such a divide; instead of respect, we say I want, I do.
After seeking more information I started to understand that I was looking at art all wrong. Instead of looking at art TYPE, I change my focus to the WHY of art. Why do artists do what they do They do what they do because they want to tell a story and create something beautiful. When we change our understanding, and tell our own stories or tell stories of history, we can do something truly powerful.
It led me to a different art project with my students, not dots, but embracing ancient cultures. Instead of copying their art, we would be feeling and understanding what it would be like to be an artist in the ancient days.
We got to tell our stories using paint, but our canvases were rocks and cloth. The students were encouraged to share and paint a story of their past or of a story that means something to them.
One student created this art piece, and it blew me away, it was real, it was beautiful and it was respectful and understanding of the culture we were studying, speaking of the deep hurt that began with the first fleet in 1788.
One piece of art, told the story of the first fleet.
Thank you teaching community!
Desenterrando viejas glorias de mi pasado, me encuentro con este vídeo donde para la asignatura de 'Didáctica de la Música en la Educación Primaria', utilicé la base instrumental del tema principal de la banda sonora de la película 'El Padrino' para componer una letra en forma de rap que explicase las características o parámetros del sonido. Aquí veis uno de tantos ensayos finales antes de ser presentado.
I cried yesterday at our Parent Teacher interviews.
Yep, I let my emotions come out because I wanted Bennett’s teacher to know just how much I appreciated her loving approach for him from day one.
I almost didn’t say anything, but in the moment with my husband and my boys sitting at the half moon table with me, I went to that emotional place because I wanted her to know that her loving kind approach and the way she pulled him aside on the first day of school to tell him how excited she was that he was in her class impacted him for the better. She sparked a love of learning and school in him again and as a parent that is important and so appreciated.
I was vulnerable.
In that moment I risked looking “weepy” and “emotional” to express my truth and my feelings of gratitude. It was a bit uncomfortable, but once I got over the insecurity of how I looked and felt, I looked at Bennett’s teacher and she had tears in her eyes. She quietly told us thank you and how much hearing that meant to her.
We rise by raising others up. It feels so good to open up and be vulnerable and share your truths, but it isn’t easy. I’m starting to realize that when I embrace the uncomfortable I get so much more out of this incredible life.