This weeks class made me uneasy as well. We started with a topic of what does an Art Teacher make of a problem student. One that is creating drawings of sensitive topics that raise concern. I felt nervous about this, not that it has happened to me, but that I feel I'm not that qualified to make that call. I would argue along side Aileen, if I was in such a situation, of weather this is a problem student or a problem paper, or a problem of violence, for an example. It comes down to where do I feel alarm. I guess I might have the best insight, but it's trudging on thin ice. I think about accountability and getting sued; I try to make conscience decisions as to not put myself in these kind of situations. I'm nervous.
And then as if this is a lighter topic, the conversation segues into abandoned wastelands. We continue with our graphic novel assignment where we are asked to consider the oil spills, our wrecked economy, and collapsed structures. What haunts me?
I'm not sure of a story or characters, but I started to think about images of a broken down Paterson. I felt the need to take photo's and then do important outlines of environments on transparencies. I also thought I'd want to use metal in my book somehow as a coldness, or as to keep protected/ keep out. I went for a drive with my husband, clicking photo's of possible scenes. I normally have no reason to ride through Paterson, but one time in daylight, I and many other cars, saw a man getting beaten. This left an imprint on me, and my husband, who has seen plenty in his life, told me that he felt nervous driving around the town. He asked if I was that naive to think we would be fine because the sun was out. I felt find until he said that. I don't like feeling nerved up from residual nerves of someone else.
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