Yesterday, our newest intern, Michael, took the reigns and planned a typography lesson for our class at the detention center. Every week it seems like we have more and more students.
The last time I posted to ALT/space I felt very uncertain where I stood as a teacher. I didn’t know if I wanted to go back into the prisons at all. It helped that before the assault in August I had written out a very clear vision statement for what I wanted my year of […]
My work has come to an unexpected halt. The week before classes started back up at MICA I attended Baltimore College Town LeaderShape; a week-long intensive leadership conference. One activity called for us to write headlines we want to see in the newspaper. Mine read, “Art Behind Bars; State of Maryland calls for Art Therapy […]
I received an email from my supervisor at the Baltimore City Detention Center updating me on my students’ progress since I returned home to Canada for summer two months ago. He said, “I wanted to let you know that even with all the comings and goings of guys on the tier, the artwork on the walls […]
Our last lesson was supposed to be great. I had been practicing making paper cranes all morning with the intention of teaching my students at the Baltimore City Detention Center. I had cut bright paper into squares for each man to write a letter to himself at age thirteen on one side and a letter […]
“There are no clocks here.” This is how one of my students started his free-write today. He told me his mother had been a writer, that she had been put in a mental institution. She kept writing. That’s what kept her alive. This man was clearly a writer too. He asked me what time it […]
Today is my nineteenth birthday. If someone had told me a year ago that tomorrow I would be on my way back to the U.S. to begin my second semester at the Maryland Institute College of Art, I wouldn’t have believed them. If that same person had told me that I would spend my Fridays […]