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 […]
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 […]