the art retreat split up this morning. each of us going back to our ordinary lives. i dropped sister off at the palm springs airport and headed for home. the desert air was crystalline. the mountains almost violet.
each night we watched the moon and starshine and for a split second on saturday night i saw a star fall, scratching a streak of silver across the black sky. during the day we took our books and art supplies outside. sat in the shade. drank frosty cold drinks. jumped into the pool. floated on our backs. drew, painted, wrote, and played in our big and small journals. passed around books filled with gorgeous sketches and prints, animals, calligraphy, lettering, marks. mark hearld was our patron saint for the long weekend. but we also thought about and talked about oliver jeffers and dear paulus berensohn, nathalie lete, and scores of other artists that delight us. pam let us try out all of her pens, nibs, inks. we drew portraits of each other. howled at the moon. brayed like donkeys. how good it is to draw & color for the sheer pleasure of it. making pictures is as good for grownups as it is for 2nd graders. true story.
on friday i got a call about a long-term substitute placement in a downtown school with a gleaming reputation. 5th grade! at least until mid-march i'll become a regular classroom teacher again. my day begins bright and early tomorrow morning. i have an early (requested) meeting with the parents. then around 8 am or so i'll start my new gig. my charges are high performers who surpass the district and state in their testing prowess. i've driven by this school hundreds of times and always thought, "wonder what it would be like to teach in a school like that…?" looks like i'll be finding out.
in the meantime i have more art retreat photos & stories. coming soon to a blog post near you!