Back to SchoolPosted: August 27, 2012
School supplies. Love ‘em. Nothing like the smell of a virgin box of crayons to excite the wondrous potential in us all. I’m a binge spender on school supplies. Somehow I think the more markers, crayons, paper etc. I have in the drawer, the greater the likelihood of something spectacular bounding out.
Rev the yellow school bus. Squeak new sneakers on the polished hall floor. Doodle down the sharp point of a new pencil. Clash the locker door just because you like the metal bang. The bright Before, before it gets hard or messy or glorious.
The vivid boxes in this painting remind me of years of structured pedagogy. Colors capture the coolhot energy of back to school. Yellows and oranges advance toward us, offering anticipation and the bold hope of a fresh start. The shy blues and teals recede, nervous.
Lost. “You’re in the wrong class.”
Anxious. “Do I really have to sit by him?”
The crayons march on boldly; march to the schedule, to the class bell. The hallways burgeon, flowing with chaotic feet then empty, ebbing into silence. Echo long corridors. March on syllabus! March on lesson plans. The pre-test, post-test, pop quiz.
To keep us from dying of structure, various circles dot the grid. Adding a bubbly visual relief. They float inside boxes, span boxes, wander truant. Creative free. Wishing for summer or at least 3:45.