Posts Tagged ‘Artists’

The Most Inspiring Art Teacher I have ever Known

Monday, November 21st, 2011

The subject line is a blog prompt. I get so bored of my unimaginative, repetitive posts that I decided to look up some journal prompts and I will try to do one daily or a couple times a week, maybe :D. I hope it makes for a more interesting blog and helps me to think more expansively.

So today’s prompt obviously leads me to my college days at San Jose State University. I had two art professors who I feel sincerely grateful to have known, one is Sam Richardson my 3d art professor. I am not certain but I think I took about ten of his classes, some of them like his innovative thinking class “Color in Space” repeatedly. As a teacher, he had a way of not allowing his students to be passive, but pushed and pushed us (in a gentle way) to think outside of the box. I learned that art is the expression of ideas and is not limited to a certain medium. He insisted that the artist determine in what way the idea would best be expressed and not be locked into one medium. He encouraged performance art, and video and site specific installations, it was all very inspiring and forever changed my preconceived notions about what the heck ART is.

And secondly, Will Nelson, my painting professor whom I recently learned has passed away. I was very sad to read this, he was so vibrant and encouraging and active with a healthy sense of humor often reflected in his own art works.

This is Will in one of his painting classes.

And this is Will and I at an art reception:

I’m rocking an asymmetrical hairdo and a little plastic monster hanging from my ear. I’m still weird like that. 😀

I don’t think there was a single professor in college that I did not like, and college days were some of the best years of my life.

Tena Smith-Wasington

Monday, September 21st, 2009

Tena Smith-Washington responds to the challenge:
Can you tell a lot about a person by the art that they create….?

“In my opinion no. Art is created for so many different reasons. Looking at another persons art is like listening to music. That sad romantic lost love ballad that breaks your heart every time you hear it. Then you learn the writer was lamenting over the loss of his favorite T shirt, stolen at the laundry mat. I think we inject our vision, truth, reality, intent in an attempt to connect at some level. At the same time disconnecting from our own work, Ask yourself, have you produced a work that exposed so much of your raw inner self that you could show no one? Few people see you as you see your self —but do you really see yourself?
Beautiful art can come from dark places and ugly people. Dark art can come from hopeful places.”

“Has the work matured or skills improved…?”

At 49 I’m not sure I like the word mature any more. I almost equate maturity with old age, thus immaturity with youth. What is wrong with youthful art? At 17 I had loads of ideas and little skill. Let’s not let maturity make us stale.
“Trying to view my work as thru new eyes…..”

No matter how I squint the view is the same.The word that comes to mind is Hopeful. Hopeful little works. Hopeful of acceptance — Hopeful … they wait to connect with another. It need not be ridgidly my vision or intent. Impose your will on them. Because art like beauty is in the eye of the beholder.