I gave a 20 to 30 minute talk this morning at work. I talked in a room full of high school art teachers. A few people I work with along with my boss were in the room too.
I have to admit I was a little nervous. Probably because I was speaking to a different audience then what I'm used to. I feel this same nervousness when I get up to talk on the day of graduation. I sometimes feel like talking to people that are teachers themselves are critiquing me.
I give presentations for 2 hours, 3 days a week to college students, and do fine. I've set up in my mind that most of the new students are younger then me, just starting out, timid and again new. Later on when I have the seniors I know them and just feel comfortable.
I talked about my own work:
My main topic was how the gap between painting and illustration is getting smaller.
He made 3 shifts in his artistic career: A realistic illustrator, decided to incorporate printing techniques into his illustrations and now a painter. Here is his work:
Fred Otnes' Illustration's
Fred Otnes' Painting
My talk went well. I always think after talking, "Why was I nervous?"
One of the high school art teacher's went to Kansas City Art Institute (where I went), so we had a lovely talk! Another teacher was headed down to Savannah College of Art and Design for a workshop (where I went to grad school). He once lived in Atlanta, we talked about that as well. We had a great conversation!
A few of my co-worker's heard some of the high school art teachers say, "This is the best workshop we've been to!" That is so nice to hear! Especially since we devote a lot of time into doing what we do here.
Isaak's getting at the age where he has odd habits. I remember when Mica went through this stage.
Mica tried to blow bubbles and drink bath water. Now Isaak's doing the same. I stop Isaak and say, "Isaak that's gross water. We clean ourselves in this water, if you want a drink from the kitchen I'll get you one."
He puts his fingers and food in his drink. I weaned him from a sippy cup, now I'm thinking if he doesn't stop putting things in his drink we may have to go back to a sippy cup.
He tried hitting start on the microwave twice when I was cooking dinner.
If hats are laying around he wants them on his head. Sometimes more then one on his head.
There was tissue paper on the floor, and Isaak was trying to wipe his behind with it like he was done with going potty.
There was a gift bag laying around from Father's Day and Isaak has been walking around filling it with small toys, emptying it and filling it again.
I decided to go to Fun Plex for the evening of my birthday. I wanted to play miniature golf with my kids for the first time.
I just needed to get away. I had kind of a bad day in the kitchen, which usually things run pretty smoothly in the baking department. You can read about that disaster here. Fortunately, I tried making my birthday treats for work today, and everything went pretty smooth.
I thought it was funny that Daddy started out showing the boys how to hold the golf club. It was cute, except that Isaak's only 2 years old. I was thinking that there was no possible way that Isaak will remember how to hold a golf club.
Then Daddy kept telling the boys to get off the green while he played. I said, "Daddy I don't think the boy's know what the green is." Daddy showed them what the green was. Mica's like, "That's not green Daddy!" He was right it wasn't the color green. :)
I thought it was funny watching Mica play. He'd move the ball around to get a better hit at it.
Isaak just liked setting the ball in the hole, which was just fine with me.
When we went to leave Mica and Isaak spotted the video games. We do not play any at home.
They both sat in their seats to their car games, and acted as though they were playing, but they were not.
Well I turned 34 today. Do I feel old? No not really.
I feel old around my students and my niece who was born when I was in college and now she's almost driving! My students talk about how great the 90's were, and know nothing about the 80's.
But then the majority of the people I work with are all older then me. That makes me feel young. They were asking me about illustrators last week saying, "Do you remember when Mark English did the Time Magazine covers?" I said, "Nope I don't remember that, but I know his artwork. Ya, he started being a fine art painter when I was a year old."
My birthday will be celebrated in early July.
My question to you (readers), do the pictures (above) of me look more like my youngest Isaak or my oldest Mica (below)? I'm just always curious as to what people think.
Isaak's been fussy and needy all day! Well more like for 3 days.
I thought he was cutting a tooth because he bit me twice, which is very unusual for him. He has messy stools, and gnawed on the frozen chew toy I gave him. He also kept pointing to his mouth.
He started crying in his crib at nap time. I was letting him cry for a few minutes to see if he'd go back to sleep. I went in to get him when his cry got louder (only a few minutes had past). There was throw up on his pillow!
I fed him chocolate pudding after lunch, so you can only imagine how his throw up looked!
Then of course he wanted to be held, and not cleaned up. What a mess, and I feel bad for him!
So...he must be cutting a tooth, and sick?! Not sure.
Now he's playing, chasing a balloon around and singing Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star, minus the word "little."
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