My art
studio backs to the alley. I can see two garbage cans cushioning the
neighbors’ Suburu against
the world, maybe from acts of random alley violence? Or maybe from my suspect
driving? Who walks in this alley? People with dogs, pre-teens, single people,
groups of giggling girls and those taking a shortcut to the coffee shop on
weekend mornings. I can’t help but compare this alley to the alėja
of my childhood summer town that I just visited. There,
alėja is
the main pedestrian strip in town, where nature and culture meet you…
For the last six months I have traveled some, talked with people, interviewed them, tried to engage them in a conversation, did observations,
and reflected on the work of teachers,
facilitators, and those who teach the creative process. I was doing an inquiry, all on my own volition, in order to become more
integrated, as Freire said, “with the spirit of the times.” Freire
also said “integration
results from the capacity to adapt oneself to reality plus the critical capacity to make choices and transform that
reality (p. 4).”
Both
Here, where I live, and There, the place I come from, I have
felt change, one epoch shifting into another. I have also experienced moments that conveyed a life
understanding that stirred my sensibilities and pulled the strings of unity of
my being.
What did I learn?
Here, how easily we relinquish our capacity to choose…
There, how easily we slip into intolerance of Other…
And
in both places, I saw and felt the aliveness, the hope, an openness to live
creatively, that innate and universal theme and task…
My
interpretation is not complete, the meaning is not final, the insight is limited;
however, it is enough to re-inspire me for action. I can’t predict the November election or wave the magic wand and
shrink class size in my child’s school down from 35, but I can paint with
others. And while painting, I can listen to the stories that are shared,
in images, words, and lines…
Freire, P. (2009). Education for critical consciousness.
New York, NY: Continuum.