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5 Ways to Engage Your Kids in Art and History

5 Ways to Engage Your Kids in Art and History

By Traci L. Slatton

girl sitting in an art museumWe (parents) want them (kids who know everything about instant messaging and the latest celebrity rehab, but who run screaming from museums and art books) to grow up knowing about more than Wii and the Xbox. We aspire for them to become literate, cultured people who can say something meaningful about Michelangelo’s Pieta and Degas’ dancers.

My husband is a classical figurative sculptor, and I have a passion for Renaissance art that led me to write a historical novel set in Renaissance Florence. So we have been determined to instill some love of art in our four children, despite their resistance. Here are some of our strategies.

  1. Make a game out of a museum trip. Go to the gift shop first, and let each child select four or five postcards. Then hunt through the museum to find all the paintings or sculptures shown on the cards. The first to find all of his objets d’art wins. But they all get treats at the end.
  2. Turn holiday meals into mini art salons. This works better in the winter, when we’re indoors. At summer cookouts, there’s too much else that’s intriguing. Not even the appearance of Leonardo da Vinci himself, resurrected and in the flesh, would engage a kid when cheeseburgers sizzle on the grill and sprinklers splutter on the lawn. But at Thanksgiving, for example, each person has to bring a poem, or a picture or printout of a painting or sculpture to the table. Before I serve the first course, we each read our poem or show the picture and talk about why we chose it. My kids like the attention, and they like being the teacher for the moment.
  3. Have a family culture night each week, and let each child in turn lead the weekly discussion. Assign a topic, such as Impressionist Painters or Robert Frost’s poetry. Older children can choose their topic, perhaps arising from a homework assignment. This also capitalizes on kids’ innate love of attention and being the leader. Thursday night is usually our family dinner night, and while the older three of the four girls in our blended family spend a lot of time discussing mascara and hot guys, they also try to find something interesting to say about Charles Dickens or Gustave Courbet.
  4. Give them a get-out-of-jail-free card. If the girls spontaneously engage in a cultural activity, like perusing an art book that’s not assigned at school, or watching a television documentary about World War II or the life of Chagall, they may get a free “pass.” My kids do the boneheaded things all kids do, and they love this, especially when they haven’t cleaned their room in two months and are growing non-CDC-approved life forms in old pizza boxes (not the kind of culture we advocate). Note: this is best used for minor mischief. When my daughter got drunk at age 16, not even a four-hour discourse on Cimabue and Giotto could have gotten her off the hook. Responsible behavior means responsible behavior.
  5. Find an artist nearby and take your kids on a studio visit. Many artists enjoy having visitors to witness their process, and seeing a live person passionately engaged in artistic endeavor is the sneakiest way to spark a young mind. A painter in love with his art, or a musician in love with his instrument, is a thrilling inspiration. It’s best if the artist is at least semi-successful so the kids see the business acumen that goes along with a thriving career in the arts. After all, they will have to earn a living one day.

It’s not a perfect system, built as it is mostly on attention-based bribery and cajolery. And truly, the best way to teach kids to seek high culture, as with any other value, is for parents to embrace it themselves. That’s a tall order when we’re beset with carpooling to soccer games, overseeing homework, cooking, housecleaning, jobs, and the need to sleep a few hours each night. But with love, tolerance, and a sense of humor, we can encourage our kids to appreciate beautiful art.

FROM: new jersey family, february 2010.

 
IMMORTAL en francais, and Two great new blog posts
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IMMORTAL en francais, and Two great new blog posts

IMMORTAL en francais

IMMORTAL en francais, and Two great new blog posts

Voila, IMMORTEL

What an awesome cover! I love it. It reminds me of 1940’s pulp sci-fi, a genre I sorely miss. Reminds me of the juicy fun covers of Edgar Rice Burroughs books, when I used to save up money from my allowance and my paper route to buy books. To the French illustrator: my compliments!

Certainly, my French translator did an amazing and meticulous job of translation. He kept emailing me with questions until he really grokked everything I was trying to say. So, for all you French speakers: Buy this book!

The journey of this novel has been an extraordinary gift. The most interesting people respond to the book. Sometimes they contact me, sometimes they don’t.

Laura Faeth, herself the noted author of the visionary memoir I Found All the Parts: Healing the Soul through Rock ‘n’ Roll, recently emailed to tell me that she’d enjoyed the book. Her comments were thoughtful and she asked if she could send questions for me to answer for her blog, Rock ‘n’ Reincarnation. “Yes, please!” I replied.

Laura’s questions were intriguing, as expected from a close reader with a unique and self-aware perspective. Her deep sense of the soul of mysticism informs her writing. She posted my replies… So take a look at Rock ‘n’ Reincarnation.

Then sometimes something about Immortal pops up on the internet, unexpected and delightful. I set up google alerts to notify me, and something fun came through: a great review on The Bookworm’s Library. A reader named Lisa posted a review: “This is a great, unexpected treasure of a story that I came across, while I was looking for something else in the library recently…. This book offers a tremendous historical fiction of a fascinating time in history….This story is an amazing read… We are challenged to find that the most important thing in this life is the true nature of the self… I loved this book, this one is a great read!”

Lisa wrote several paragraphs. Like Laura, Lisa read passionately and thought carefully. It’s a blessing and a joy to have such readers.

So, thank you to Laura and to Lisa, and take a peek at the blogs…

Rock ‘n’ Reincarnation and also Sound of your Soul by Laura Faeth

The Bookworm’s Library which seems to be by AbbyW, Lisa, and Nikki.
Lori Belilove & The Isadora Duncan Dance Company: THE EVERY WOMAN SERIES, THE RED THREAD

Lori Belilove & The Isadora Duncan Dance Company: THE EVERY WOMAN SERIES, THE RED THREAD

Isadora Duncan, Lori Belilove

Lori Belilove, the marvelous dancer and beloved teacher of Isadora Duncan dance technique, has finally released the long-awaited DVD of the world premiere of The Every Woman Series at Ailey Citigroup Theater in New York.

The Red Thread is Lori’s brainchild, a modern dance suite which explores the needs, feelings, and experiences of women at every age, from infancy through girlhood, from the young woman to the wife and mother to the mature woman to the wise woman. Lori choreographed it to be universal and also intimate. It celebrates all aspects of women’s lives, with dancers of all ages and body types.

There are 24 mesmerizing, ravishing, passionate dances, a range of styles from classical Duncan to hiphop to Middle Eastern to African, all tied together by the lyrical red thread of music. Specifically, the dances are set to Chopin’s 24 Preludes, as arranged by John Link for 5 voices, guitar, drums, and bass. (Prelude 16 features a violin as well.) John claims that Chopin was writing for his band The John Link Project, back in the early 19th century, but didn’t want to deal with the temperamental musicians. So Chopin did piano arrangements. All John Link did was change the tempo and ecco! Stunningly beautiful music, with heart-rending melodies! As Chopin really intended.

The entire project is stunningly beautiful. At the launch party tonight, they played highlights, and every dance moved me to laughter or tears or rapture. “Running Ragged” seemed taken from my life as a NYC mother of 4, trying to be too many things to too many people while pursuing my art and craft as a writer and taking a few yoga classes. There’s never a moment when twenty obligations aren’t grabbing at me. “Renewal” was unitive, uplifting. “Wild Child” made me giggle and think of my wild middle daughter….

Don’t take my word for it! Go to Youtube and watch the highlights!

And then visit The Isadora Duncan Foundation’s website, and order the DVD and CD!

Immortal Goes Flying!

Immortal Goes Flying!

My wonderful, long-time friend Geoffrey Knauth, who is a pilot among all his many accomplishments (like being fluent in several languages, including Russian and French), sent me this image of his lovely wife Dr. Robin Knauth. She took my novel along for a ride in their airplane.
Now, Geoffrey is no slouch, having been the cox for the Harvard crew team. But Robin is a super-genius, and a professor, and a distinguished biblical scholar. It gave me a nervous thrill to imagine her perusing my tome. Especially given that she has the education and wherewithal to know… where I misconstrued radical Manichaean dualism… The liberties I took with the Gnostic gospels…. What I stole from different mythologies in the name of telling a story.
Robin is as kind as she is brilliant. I am assured that she will read with an eye toward giving me the benefit of the doubt. This is really a question of my own neurosis, which I try to keep in check.–What is ego that thou art mindful of it?–I am grateful for every reader, from the super-geniuses like Robin to the people like me who want to curl up with an absorbing tale!
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Life and Hope Haiti

My friend composer Jan Carter, who wrote the musical score for the documentary HAITI’S SMALL MIRACLES (Little Voice Productions), called me today. She’s been involved with relief efforts for Haiti for years, and tomorrow she’s heading there on a cargo plane with a load of medical supplies donated by various organizations.

“How do I help?” I asked.
“Send money to Life and Hope Haiti, a wonderful organization founded by Haitian Lucia Anglade,” Jan said. “They’ve been doing good work for years and now they need every penny they can get. Even $5 will buy clean water for a child for a week.”
So I donated, and I urge my readers to do so, also. Here’s the link to the site.
A visit to Sabin Howard’s studio, from Adam Matano’s blog
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A visit to Sabin Howard’s studio, from Adam Matano’s blog

My husband Sabin Howard is an excellent cook. Caroline Myss might say it arises out of the artist archetype he inhabits. Regardless, I am the happy recipient of his delicious Italian edibles (most of which come with rosemary, now my favorite spice).
There is only one problem, and no, it’s not the extra 5 pounds I carry on my small frame since we got together. Okay, 10 pounds, but I’ve decided to pretend that it’s only 5.
The problem is that he is the messiest cook imaginable. Yes, his shrimp scampi is delectable, to die for… He buys the fresh shrimp, when he can get them, and shells them himself. He heats the butter and garlic together in a small pan with a few onion bits for added zing and bakes them together with the shrimp until the salt-and-peppered white and pink crustaceans are the perfect hot succulence….
But the kitchen looks like a cyclone hit it. Slicks of olive oil glisten on every surface: refrigerator, cabinets, counters… How does a man with singularly excellent eye-hand co-ordination get McCormick’s steak seasoning on the ceiling?
“Sweetie,” I say, “I’ve invented this new and wondrous process. When I cook, I clean up as I go along.”
Sabin gives me that blank stare as if I’ve grown a second head and am speaking Martian. Now, I contend that I do have 1/3 alien DNA, but my English is at least as good as my Martian, and I take care to enunciate clearly when I speak with him.
I try another tack. “Honey bunch, there’s no cleaning fairy. When you do this,” I gesture at the piles of dirty dishes everywhere, “I HAVE TO CLEAN IT!”
Again the blank stare. Maybe I will try Martian, he might be more receptive to that tongue.
But in the midst of our on-going domestic skirmishes, and my sense of him as the man who lies diagonally across the bed so I have to sleep all squinched up on a tiny triangle, something else comes in. A reminder that he’s more than my sweet, sexy, maddening husband.
Sabin Howard is the greatest living sculptor of male nudes.
It’s pretty intense when that realization strikes. Few of us can say we’re the greatest living anything. I try to be the greatest living Traci L. Slatton I can be, and most of the time I don’t live up to that.
A talented young artist went to visit Sabin in his studio. His name is Adam Matano and he’s entering his senior year at the Lyme Academy. He left uplifted and inspired, as does anyone who visits Sabin’s studio. I don’t think there’s been anything like Sabin’s studio for a few centuries. Matano took with him his friend Kristi Kinsella, who took the photos, and who wrote, “To be a guest in Sabin Howard’s sculpture studio was to be influenced by the magical art of living.”
Sabin’s heroic scale APOLLO, which is nearing completion, is the ultimate expression of this magical art. In my opinion, and that of a well-known art critic, it’s the finest standing male nude since the David.
The question, then, is: should I stop hassling him to clean up after himself in the kitchen?