A Piece of Fine Art
A half century ago, I was in my junior year at Muskingum College. Everyone had to take either in their junior or senior year a 10-hour course called The Arts. You took 5-hours class each semester. Many of my classmates waited until they were seniors. The Arts scared most of us. As chance would have it, I took it in my junior year...and it changed my entire life. The class started with the Paleolithic cave drawing at Altamira and Lascaux.
We ended the second semester with modern art like Marc Chagall's I and the Village.
No wonder it was a 10-hour class; The Arts 20,000 years of art, which required a third of one's credit hours either in his or her junior or senior year. Nonetheless, there is no other class in my 12-years of college, graduate, and post-graduate education that I loved as much and from which I gained so much. I am serious...none. The professor was Louie Palmer. We met for three-hour long lectures a week and small two subsections.
If that herculean task was not enough, during the second semester, we had to create our own artwork. We needed to design and produce some piece of art. Being able to identify paintings of Goya and Gauguin or knowing painting of Michelangelo and Rodin was a task in the first place. However, doing your own artwork was like an academic bridge too far. Even though I loved the history, becoming an artist during second semester was another story.
Not wishing to fail the class because of not presenting a piece of art, I designed and made hooked rug. I have had it for a half century and it is hanging on a wall of my home...
Now, Jack and Owen are doing well in the regular art history classwork. One of Jack's favorite paintings is Chagall's I and the Village.
However, like a half century ago, Jack and Owen need to create something in some art form. I picked a lovely rug. However, they decided to color Easter eggs as their expression of their artistic creativity for The Arts 2014 class, which is exactly a half century after my rug.
A half century ago, I did well on the tests and term paper, and artistic expression for my rug. Had it not been for the next thing, I would have still loved The Arts. After the second semester ended, Louie called me into his office to talk. He wanted me to help teach the subsections during my senior year. That did change my life...forever. What an experience.
That is one of the reasons why I want to help Jack and Owen with The Arts. Maybe a half a century from now, they will be writing about their crazy Papa, because he helped them change their lives.
Thanks, Louie. You were a great teacher and mentor of mine. I hope that I can do the same for Jack and Owen.
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