MY THREE STUDENTS

A funny thing happened in June 2007, just as my wife and I were about to celebrate our 10th anniversary. Even though I had never taught art in my life, and was fully self-employed as a writer and designer (in addition to painting the sunrise and sunset every day, of course), within two days of each other two sets of parents asked me if I would teach art to their kids – three children in all. The two families did not know each other. Laura and I have never wanted children, but the strangest aspect was that all of the prospective students were 10 years old (including a pair of fraternal twins).

I said yes, even though I knew that teaching is one of the most difficult of jobs, and particularly for me, as I had already proven when I taught writing at UVa’s Darden Graduate School of Business Administration. I managed to do well at Darden, but almost everything for that course required my very deliberate effort.

Maybe teaching art to 10-year-olds would be easier.

Ha!

I don’t think it would have mattered much whether or not the kids were very bright or talented, but teaching three very bright and talented children was a challenge.

Truly, I’m not much of a teacher in the sense of being an instructor who conveys information or teaches a set of skills in a systematic way. I am better as a mentor and facilitator, a role I’ve assumed many times with writing and design clients. Luckily for me, to some extent with these kids all I had to do was wind them up and watch them go. 

I’ll describe them individually as artists on their respective pages, but one thing they have in common – and I think this is a compliment to their parents – is a matter-of-fact confidence in their own instincts and ideas that never failed to impress me. They might sometimes insist that they absolutely could not possibly do this or that specific technical thing or handle a certain subject, but that’s beside the point. When it came time to express themselves, they expressed themselves. Which is how I got to know them, I think, really well.

They are three of the most wonderful people I’ve met in my life, and I’ve set up these pages as my tribute to them. 

Lakshmi, Mohan, Willa, thank you.

Saturday
May162009

Mohan Danis (Age 11) – “Woods”

Mohan Danis. Woods. Acrylic on watercolor paper, 9 x 12.Mohan’s mind is a source of endless invention, ingenuity and surprise. He tends to think, or say, that he’s not an artist, but I disagree. For one thing, his economy of means is exceptional. About this painting, when I asked him what it was, he said, “Bill, these are the greenest woods you ever saw.”

That comment also reflects a remarkable tendency and talent in all three of my students to merge the visual with the verbal, involving either a story or a sort of narrative explanation.

Mohan may say he can’t make art, but that’s only when he’s not making art.