Wednesday, July 15, 2009
New Journal Page: New Dreams
created using Juliana Cole's Extreme Visual Journaling method, for The Three Muses. Wednesday Stamper and Creative Therapy. "Sometimes on the way to our dreams, we get lost and find an even better one." I can't recall where I first read these words, but I've remembered them often.
When I went to college, all set to major in commercial art, I was a teeny tiny fish in a vast ocean of "art majors." My first professor, a Mr. Jan Weber, was not impressed with my daily submissions for Design I. He always had some withering, witty comment about my efforts. I was nowhere near avante-garde enough for him. I didn't wear all black; I didn't wander dazedly into class, reeking of patchouli oil; my hair was clean; I wore L'Air De Temps, for heaven's sake. I was...what's that awful word? perky! Something about my placement of triangles and cylinders infuriated Mr. Weber, but, in my dorm's dimly lit lobby, I'd work all night, trying desperately for something original to present for his approval. I could only imagine so many ways to configure geometric shapes on a 12x16 page, but I gave it everything I had. I made a C-in his class. I only endured one more semester in the art department, through Freehand Drawing I. In May I fled to the counseling department for a barrage of aptitude tests. According to the results, I had aptitude, it seemed, for the ministry, special education, and social work. Since I was enjoying all evils of college life, being a minister was out of the question, and I pretty much flipped a coin between the other two choices. Special education won, and it was during that time that I experienced the single enjoyable artistic endeavor of my entire college career: making a sandpaper alphabet for my Teaching of Reading class. On the back of each index card, I did an illustration for that particular letter of the alphabet. I got the highest grade in my whole class. Finally, somebody appreciated my art! More importantly, though, I found a vocation. I've been a special education teacher for twenty eight years, and I love what I do more every year, I had never considered becoming a teacher before I gave up on my dream of being a commercial artist, but a teacher is who I became, and the reality of that has been a dream come true.
"There are as many different worlds as there are perceivers or Beings or
individuals. You are not here to create one world where everyone is the
same, wanting and getting the same. You are here to be that which you want
to be, while you allow all others to be that which they want to be." Abraham-Hicks