I began the retreat hoping to rekindle my creative spirit and renew my interest and passion for integrating the arts in the curriculum. Art is an expression of one’s self and at the start of the retreat I was nervous to share my art–myself–with my...
I remember my years studying the piano. It had to have been my grandfather who first told me of these wise words from Beethoven. He, an admirer of the man and lover of his music, had read every biography, seen every documentary, listened intently to every...
I had to “go”, so I put down my paintbrush, excused myself from the table and found the bathroom. It was small, but cute, and of course it was all painted. We were, after all on a Teacher Field Trip in a pottery shop, painting pottery to be fired and...
