Last week, I did an artist-in-residency at the United Nations International School here in New York. I haven’t spent time in a school since my trip to Vietnam last spring and it was nice to hang out with young creative minds again.
I talked with a few groups of high school students, kids who were serious about art and preparing their portfolios for college. I told them about Jack’s experience at RISD and let them page through a big pile of my sketchbooks. But most of the time I worked with 6th-8th graders — doing fun drawing exercises, talking to them about the purpose of art in their lives, showing them how to make comics out of their everyday lives, explaining how they could use journals to explore the world.
This age is a crossroad for creativity as tweens (ages 10-12) change so quickly from children into teenagers. In 6th grade, they are still interested in drawing and imagining and reading comics, still unselfconscious enough to plunge into any new activity with enthusiasm. A few months later, as puberty begins to roil their brains, they are focussed instead on how others see them, entwined in group dynamics, masking a loss of confidence with cynicism. It’s harder to get through to kids at this age, to get them to sink into the pleasure of drawing without constantly kibitzing with their friends, to listen to directions and suggestions, to avoid self-flagellation and choruses of “I’m no good at drawing.” When the dust of preadolescence clears, former crayon artists will have divided into those who will continue to paint and draw and those who will never try it again.
I try to step into that fray to show that drawing can still be fun, still matter, still have a degree of cool and that it’s not just for a select few who think they have talent. I ask the kids who say they can’t draw if they do draw. How often do they draw outside of art class? I ask them if they can remember drawing with crayons every day when they were 4 or 6. I tell them drawing is like learning to play a video game or shoot a basket, that failing is part of how you learn your way. I show them my own failures, how I improved, and all that drawing has brought to my life.
It’s an interesting challenge and increases my respect for middle-school teachers all the more.
Oddly, this was the first time I had ever worked with kids in New York, but many shared my perspective as a “third culture kid” who had grown up in lots of different countries. I explained that living on four continents and going to a dozen and a half schools before I was thirteen had shaped me into the person I am and had forged my perspective as a writer and an artist, my interest in investigating the things most people take for granted. Growing up as an outsider is the best perspective for an artist to have. New York is a city of outsiders, the perfect place for an internationalist to put down roots.
I have visited a dozen schools in the past year or two. I always come home exhausted and a lot smarter.
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I wish I was one of those kids. I could really do with a teacher like you.
Thanks for sharing this, it’s beautiful. 🙂
Great that you do this! Lucky are the kids who get this education! I hope it sticks for some if not all of them! Wish someone had told me I could draw at that age! But grateful I found you at 70! It’s been an exciting five years!
You give such a great gift when you take your story into schools!
Good to read your posts and your reminders of what it takes to enjoy art. I especially liked the “avoiding the self-flagellation choruses……” Time for more monkey Danny.
Thanks for doing this Danny, those kids really really need what you have to give. I thought when I read the post title that you had a nightmare of going to He**…
Being a Military Brat til I was 10 put me in the similar position. We always seemed to move at the HALF year, so I was double whammied as the new kid and outsider. I love your positive spin on this! It really helps me. Thank you, Danny!