I always had a dream of becoming a great teacher. Unfortunately I lied, after this art lesson I had with my girlfriend insured me that teaching really isn't my type of job. First, I must question why are there so many different art elements? I can not blame artists for coming up with them and I can not blame my girlfriend for not knowing it. Therefore, I can only blame myself for not explaining it to my girlfriend before our lesson. I started by questioning her to see if she knew the style of the painting. She then told me, the style is being repetitive. I guess most people would not know representational, abstract, and non-representational, so I then taught her the meanings for each style. Gladly she caught up very quickly and was able to answer me that the paintings are representational. Asking her the mediums of the painting was extremely easy, because a painting would not be a sculpture or a photo. Therefore, she was able to answer me very quickly. Beside the answer, she also gave me the "did you think I was stupid" look. I then quickly made a come back by asking her if she knew the type of the painting. Indeed, my plan worked, she did not know. I laughed and taught her the types of paintings. It felt good, this was when I realized that I would be such a mean teacher. Last, I asked if she was able to list out all the elements in the paintings. She then asked me, "What elements?" At that moment I knew I was in trouble, because I would need to teach and explain each elements to her. However, gladly she was able to understand them quickly and explained the elements on the paintings back to me. In conclusion, going to MoMA with my girlfriend was fun, but teaching her was more fun. Never again though. PS. My girlfriend is very smart. She just did not know the right art terms. She totally did not focus me to type this.
Monday, April 18, 2016
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I always had a dream of becoming a great teacher. Unfortunately I lied, after this art lesson I had with my girlfriend insured me that teaching really isn't my type of job. First, I must question why are there so many different art elements? I can not blame artists for coming up with them and I can not blame my girlfriend for not knowing it. Therefore, I can only blame myself for not explaining it to my girlfriend before our lesson. I started by questioning her to see if she knew the style of the painting. She then told me, the style is being repetitive. I guess most people would not know representational, abstract, and non-representational, so I then taught her the meanings for each style. Gladly she caught up very quickly and was able to answer me that the paintings are representational. Asking her the mediums of the painting was extremely easy, because a painting would not be a sculpture or a photo. Therefore, she was able to answer me very quickly. Beside the answer, she also gave me the "did you think I was stupid" look. I then quickly made a come back by asking her if she knew the type of the painting. Indeed, my plan worked, she did not know. I laughed and taught her the types of paintings. It felt good, this was when I realized that I would be such a mean teacher. Last, I asked if she was able to list out all the elements in the paintings. She then asked me, "What elements?" At that moment I knew I was in trouble, because I would need to teach and explain each elements to her. However, gladly she was able to understand them quickly and explained the elements on the paintings back to me. In conclusion, going to MoMA with my girlfriend was fun, but teaching her was more fun. Never again though. PS. My girlfriend is very smart. She just did not know the right art terms. She totally did not focus me to type this.
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