I noticed my kid’s latest art project today, chiefly because it’s sitting on the floor of the car on the passenger side, looking remarkably like one of those floor protectors that the mechanic puts under the pedals when he climbs behind the wheel of your car. It’s supposed to be a mask or something. Made from a large sheet, it has openings cut out to represent eyes and mouth. Maybe it’s a pumpkin. It might be orange on the other side. I don’t know. Never bothered even to look, it does such good service keeping the muddy feet off the pathetically soiled carpet on the kid’s side.
The appearance of this artifact set me wondering once more why art is not taught in schools. There are many recipes in the art curriculum, but not much thoughtful content.
Art teachers do not teach art as a subject like other subjects, as a discipline. They do not encourage exploration for exploration does imply that there is a destination at long last. What one gets in the place of curiosity are recipes — sure fire instructions for easily achievable ends. So I’m thinking that perhaps I shall start doing an occasional post expressly for school teachers. The first thing one must persuade teachers to embrace is the idea that it’s okay to make mistakes.
Artists draw all manner of exploratory images, sketches, caprices, ideas tossed off.