Every child is an artist, until he's told he's not an artist ~ John Lennon
When I was in Junior High School I loved art. I loved to draw and do all kinds of creative art projects.
Then I was in Miss Williamson's art class.
She was called Big Red. She was a large woman with red hair.
And she had a real nasty streak (why do people like this WANT to be teachers?)
I had a friend in class and we were always yucking it up - and getting into trouble.
Then she'd separate us - and we'd still yuck it up and still get into trouble - only now it was across the whole room.
She told me I couldn't draw.
And I believed her.
It took years before I took art again. And I was forced to because it was required (!)... I hadn't taken art since that class with Big Red.
I took an art class from Bruce Larson in High School. He became my favorite teacher. He WAS a teacher and guide and allowed creativity in the classroom.
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Trauma can be a catalyst for personal transformation. Sometimes that transformation comes quickly, sometimes slowly. But change is always the result.