by Leslie Dwyer | Nov 28, 2018 | Thoughts
When I taught first grade, I had a student, David, who had difficulty learning to read. He was a sweet boy who smiled at me kindly while I kept trying and failing to help him. His penmanship was stunning, though – so stunning the other children would comment almost...
by Leslie Dwyer | Oct 24, 2018 | Thoughts
I like the power of words – short and sweet, although I can go on and on when I want. My leaning towards short goes back to my childhood hanging out with my father after school. He worked alone in a Western Union office so was able to talk with me and share what he...
by Leslie Dwyer | Sep 21, 2018 | Thoughts
I’m not sure when doodling became drawing. Maybe the change happened when I topped off a squiggle with an oval and saw a head; or when I put an eye or two here and there in the middle of some shapes. A beak. A primitive foot or hand. A walking stick. There was no...
by Leslie Dwyer | Sep 21, 2018 | Thoughts
In my pre-doodling days, I thought doing art meant meeting an external standard. Since I am a rebellious sort, this didn’t work well. Even when I said, “I’m going to draw a chair that looks like that chair,” I couldn’t. More than lack of skill, it was a lack of deep...
by Leslie Dwyer | Sep 21, 2018 | Thoughts
You might say I am a delayed bloomer. I gave up art in fourth grade when a girl in my class drew perfect horses. I was miserable, because the only thing I managed to get out that year was a funny little dog (Exhibit A) — a far cry from a magnificent, true-to-life...
