I held my first art show at school last Tuesday. I spent a week with all of my classes teaching them how to critique their work and having each student choose one piece of art to put in the show. Then we mounted each piece. (AKA some of my students helped, but I came in extra early for a week and for 3 hours on a Saturday to mount all of them). Three of my classes helped me set up for the show, putting mounting tape on all of the artwork, hanging each piece in the multipurpose room, making signs for the hallway. I was really proud of how much work they put in to help me, and how the event turned out. Unfortunately, with a school of over 400 students, only 25 adults signed the sign-in sheet at the art show, 8 of which were teachers/faculty and my roommate. Needless to say I was extremely disappointed.
The experience was even more of a wake up call about the community in which I’m living and teaching. I need to work harder at investing my students in the idea of not only creating art, but also showing it off. I need to work even harder at investing the parents and family members at my school in my art program. Moreover, this experience was another affirmation of how little art is valued even within my school, and I need to stop allowing my subject to be treated as inferior to “real” classes. Even though a part of me really wants to not even bother having another art show in the spring, I know soon enough this bitterness I have towards the low attendance at the show will turn into a drive to increase attendance at the next show. That’s what this job is all about – failing and coming back for more again and again.
Pretty much how the gym looked all night: empty.





































































































