I suppose not everyone waits 33 years to return to their high school, but I did.
It didn’t start out well as I arrived 30 minutes late having taken the train and gone on a detour created by an ill-informed and inaccurate memory map. But Mrs. Sicotte seemed glad to have me there for a critique of several advanced students, so I was spared the “glad you could join us today” from Mr/s. (put your high school teacher’s name here) that I would have gotten in another era. The first thing I thought when I looked at their artwork was that I wasn’t this good when I was their age….
It’s good to go back to your old high school and see how much things have improved!
I photographed this entry many times and it was featured in the yearbook. Back then the sunlight would stream through the wrought iron door grate and create a magical play of light and shadow on the floor. I wasn’t patient enough this time to wait around for the light.
I walked the old neighborhood in-between presentation sessions. The cars were newer, the streets were dirtier…
There were a lot of questions about how to get into art school and what to put into a portfolio. It reminded me how mysterious and obtuse the realities of higher education seem at that age.
There was lots of discussion about the differences between digital and silver photography and how digital tools impact an artist’s approach and practice.
It was a great experience and I think I was helpful to the students. Thanks for the Lincoln coffee mug – my coffee tasted better this morning!
It was a long day. I didn’t get back until 11pm, because I also gave a presentation to the faculty at the Escuela Argentina de Fotografía on learning-centered teaching and online learning. The irony – I didn’t manage to get any photographs of that event!