Preludes and Fanfare

Preludes and Fanfare

It is an early August evening in northern Michigan. When I first arrived at Interlochen seven weeks ago, the daylight stretched until after 10 p.m, and we watched late-night campfires sparkling into summer nights before midnight caught up with us. Now the evenings...
Water

Water

There is a spot in northern Michigan where a creek that has been meandering through the forest rushes into a great lake. I won’t tell you where it is, because I would be giving away a secret gifted to me by locals – friends who, on my first visit to the place,...
Pausing

Pausing

My students finish out the school year by packing their bags.  They depart soon after the last class for service trips in foreign countries, sports camps at colleges, or down time at the shore house.  I need to pack my own bags soon, to begin my second summer of work...
Cups, Implication, Intention

Cups, Implication, Intention

Last week, my Ceramics I students set up their first bisqued mugs all over our studio tables for our second attempt at critique.  The first round, after they created simple pinch pots, was barely even a discussion of the work.  We talked about skills, and I asked them...
Cups, questions, and pedagogy

Cups, questions, and pedagogy

It’s a winter Saturday morning, and we just helped Chris Staley move a few stools and tables to set up the art center’s studios. My student Joe – who has perhaps taught me more than I’ve taught him – and I are about to spend the day...