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1980-
I remember in kindergarten I was in the classroom that had the stage.Our
classroom was the most interesting but the other kindergarten classroom had
an easel and paint, I would always ask my teacher if I could go over to that
room and paint. Our classroom only had crayons.
In first grade I remember staying in the classroom during recess and lunch
so that I could work on my crayon resist drawings.
For the rest of my elementary years I didn't have many creative experiences,
we didn't have an art teacher. I do however remember a teacher saying how
good someone else's Christmas coloring page looked perfect because she had
colored inside the lines and it was all the right colors and colored in the
same direction. Of course mine wasn't like that, I had added other drawings
to my coloring page.
JR high and high school years were filled with learning techniques and how
to use different media. I only remember seeing one art print though American
Gothic.
My 1st drawing teacher taught us technical things and perspective as well as
abstraction and still life.
1993-
In college my life drawing teacher taught me nothing, He actually made all
the girls cry and get all the guys angry. He would tell us we weren't doing
anything right but he couldn't explain clearly how to correct it. He was a
good artist but not such a good teacher, I don't thing he enjoyed teaching
that class.
When I got into the art Ed program I knew nothing about art- I felt like I
was years behind all of my classmates. I didn't even know who Vincent van
Vogh was. For a while I was lost.
I learned the most about drawing when I was student teaching at a Jr High in
West Seneca.
Amy Gardziel
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