but the project continues…
The K classrooms’ continuous common thread has been story and the narrative. Inspired by the work of Patsy Cooper (who came to our school for a talk and will be doing a full day retreat with us next month!) and Vivien Paley as well as working with local storyteller Ariana Ross (who will be in residence in the spring with the K classes) through folk and cultural storytelling techniques, and the childrens’ stories that they bring everyday, incredible fluency and ideas have been blossoming.
With this in mind, I decided I would ask each child to create a story that included themselves and their dream house.
Funny thing, I had no idea how to support this “change” of language, from the visual sculptural representations to the oral tradition of storytelling, then to back to a visual form, representing on paper as a book.
How do ideas do this, change form? How are they born?
I know the environment must be conducive to risks, mistakes and possibility. I know that there must be trust in the process for it to happen. But these are things that don’t have verbal instructions. These things are a combination of inner and outer. (A metaphor fitting for the new Hideaway Space in the studio.)
So, I was honest, and I told the children,”I don’t know how you each come up with ideas best, so, I have placed your dream house in front of you if that helps, I have also brought out pens and your sketchbook. Some folks like to make lists, some draw ideas or something that will happen, some write words, and some people like to just think in their heads. I will put on some music, and for at least 5 minutes, I would like you to work on your story ideas. When you are ready to tell me, just let me know.”
I was struck by the seriousness and commitment each group showed after hearing my uncertain words.
Some gazed into the air and then began drawing.
Some looked down at their paper, like Milo, and then looked up and said I’m ready! Despite a blank page, his story was lush and full.
Ruby created gestural lines, perhaps this act helped her focus, as I must doodle in order to take in a lecture or a meeting.
How fascinating to observe the small moment where something “becomes”.
I will post some of the stories at a later date.
For now, I am savoring magical parts, the parts without words that are also part of the story. The parts that somehow must be nourished for creativity to flourish and the whole story to be told.