Henry's off school today, so he came with us to ART 251: The Twentieth Century, which Michael and I team-teach. Today's topic was Surrealism. He gave each student a handout at the beginning of class, then went and sat in the front row and took out his pencil and his blue book. (He loves blue books: he can write his name on the front and make lists or stories or "how to's" inside.) Michael started off the class with a discussion of Miro, and Henry's hand shot up; he took it pretty well when Daddy didn't call on him but gave the other students a chance to participate instead. Then we played some surrealist games: exquisite corpse, frottage, and "latent news." Henry joined the exquisite corpse group writing surrealist poetry and read his aloud when it was his turn. Then I lectured on Elsa Schiaparelli. At the end of class, when I told the students I'd see them Monday, he said: "Mom, can I come Monday?!"
I wish all my students were so eager!
2 comments:
This may not be the spot to do it, but what are those games you played in your college class? I'll take my answer off line. (I am pretending I am a call-in listner to NPR.) Glad Henry had such a good day with you. Love, Auntie Grace
I so remember bringing Kaitlin to classes. One time, when her hand was up, I had to explain that I had to let other students have their say. That's a fond memory of her young childhood.
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