Working with me, kids find command within themselves and with their creativity. They are given responsibility and learn to track their inner world of ideas. A well of creative expression is drawn out; a sense of belonging to the cycle of life and the mystery of the wild.
My tools: visual art, the art of the story, and immersion in wilderness. I make these keys available, your kiddos create with them and magic happens. Every time. Whether you are five years old or 85, we bring our ideas into the world of form and have a darn good time doing it. Kids and adults alike emerge from my classes laughing, their imagination ignited.
Affectionately dubbed “The Castle”, a most stunning result of the efforts of a
small group of 5-8 year olds with an idea.
The child
is made of one hundred.
The child has
a hundred languages
a hundred hands
a hundred thoughts
a hundred ways of thinking
of playing, of speaking.
A hundred always a hundred
ways of listening
of marveling of loving
a hundred joys
for singing and understanding
a hundred worlds
to discover
a hundred worlds
to invent
a hundred worlds
to dream.
The child has
a hundred languages
(and a hundred hundred hundred more)
but they steal ninety-nine.
The school and the culture
separate the head from the body.
They tell the child:
to think without hands
to do without head
to listen and not to speak
to understand without joy
to love and to marvel
only at Easter and Christmas.
They tell the child:
to discover the world already there
and of the hundred
they steal ninety-nine.
They tell the child:
that work and play
reality and fantasy
science and imagination
sky and earth
reason and dream
are things
that do not belong together.
And thus they tell the child
that the hundred is not there.
The child says:
No way. The hundred is there.
Loris Malaguzzi