These
are the inhalations~exhalations
of one atelierista engaged
in a daily turn about,
an ongoing conversation,
a line of flight
that casts pebbles into ripples
and tacks between the lived events
of reggio emilia's pedagogy of listening as
a world view of communities in collaboration
whenever certainties are questioned
and a way of becoming-allthings deleuzoguattarian
through the visible trace of this expression.
Without listening, one cannot let go.
June 11, 2007
in the ideolect of a child
He strides through the grass armed with only a "Secret Agent Bug Pouch", allthewhile singing,
"Where are those sneaky ladybugs?"
Liam (age 3.9 years) has made three small pictures (a ladybug, a butterfly and a mosquito) on coloured scratchboard. He folds each drawing in half and glues all three together so that they open like a book, an insect identification book, that he slides into a small plastic pocket. It fits easily into his left pantleg pocket.
He has literally scratched the surface to reach "the hiding colours underneath". His artistic process is alot like finding bugs, or as he says, scratching pictures reminds him that "bugs can hide under leaves and rocks".
Art is a material language and each physical material offers particular properties that facilitate unique kinds of expressions. What can be said with clay can't be translated into paint. It follows that the more languages children have, the more expressions of the same idea they will discover.
To express the world with a broader palette; why stop at the first impression when there are many different ways of stating the same idea. It is that skill of defamiliarizing one's perceptions of the world. Otherwise, habitual sameness entrenches us. Art is the undilution of habit.
"The Russian Formalists had a word for it.", said Morris.
I'm sure they did.", said Philip. "But it's no use telling me what it was, because I'm sure to forget it."
"Ostranenie," said Morris. "Defamiliarization. It was why they thought literature was all about. 'Habit devours objects, clothes, furniture, one's wife and fear of war ... Art exists to help us recover the sensation of life'. Viktor Shklovky."
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