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.

Friday
Jul102009

Willa Lin (Age 10) – “Ode to the Willow Tree”

Willa Lin. Ode to the Willow Tree. Watercolor and pencil on paper, 6 x 9.

I would say that the delicacy and charm of this piece speak for themselves – and they do – but then there’s the matter of what is written here in the Chinese characters.

This watercolor was not done in class but was part of Willa’s supplemental education in Chinese literature and vocabulary, taught by her mother, Hong Wang. Willa is bilingual – she was born in the U.S. and lived for her first few years in China – but then Hong works with her to strengthen her skills in Chinese.

The writing in the painting is “Ode to the Willow Tree” by He Zhizhang, a poet of the Tang dynasty who lived from 659 to 744. Here is the translation by Willa herself:

Willow tree decorated in green jade,

From graceful branches hang many green silk threads.

Do you know who trimmed the slim leaves?

For the spring breezes past February are the scissors.

It’s quite interesting to compare Willa’s translation with that of a contemporary Chinese scholar, a version that can be found here. Without knowing anything about the Chinese language, it’s clear that the scholar has gone to great pains to make the lines rhyme in English, and I find the effect not as poetic as Willa’s blank verse.

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