Knowing Each Other

1- spectre with lights
Spectre (with lights) — without lights

Changes

As we head towards the end of the year, I find myself working more on my art, on learning how to use different materials and mediums and honing my drawing skills. Because of this new focus I have cut back on my nature and art writings. We Were Nothing will become a bi-monthly blog. My focus here has always been on art, nature and culture. That will not change.

Art Blog

Over at Funny Face Studio, the reverse of what is happening here at We Were Nothing is true. When I was focusing solely on painting as an art form I featured one or two works each month. Now that I am sketching and drawing, I have begun making weekly posts at Funny Face Studios. You can see my latest drawings and paintings there.

Knowing Each Other

Recently, I watched the celebrations surrounding the life and death of Nelson Mandela in South Africa. It made me realize how little many of us understand our world and world politics. Consequently, we barely know each other and we don’t know those that sociologists call “the other.” As I contemplate moving back into the education field, I am overwhelmed by the amount of work that needs to be done in our corner of the world. I find myself questioning the role of education and whether it still holds a promise for our under-served populations. As I search for my next place in education, I leave you with another short video. It is not a happy one like the one I presented in Art Spaces and City Places, but it too, holds hope and promise.

Here’s to a more equitable future. Happy Christmas and the best of the season to all. See you in two weeks.

The New Public: http://vimeo.com/13823045

Where is the Leadership? Watching Track and Field

dancing

I am a citizen

of this earth

recognized

by law

as a subject

a national

of this soil.

I belong

to the same

state

commonwealth

nation

world

as do you.

I remember

when Ma said

to Tommy,

“I don’t want no mean son.

Did they hurt you

and make you mean mad?”

I never was

mean mad.

I loved

to dance

I am

I was

I no longer am.

*****          *****          *****

This poem is in remembrance of Dwayne and Oshane, and all the others who came before them.

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