Practicing Sketching at George Washington Bridge
It was such an awesome experience to myself. I guesss for a novice I did better than I expected! However, I am planning to go back there to give another try.
The date was 21 March 2005, and I was appointed for a position as an art teacher in the Bronx. I felt great right after the job interview in the Bronx. There was no question, though, the interview was intense, I was assertive and ready for the position.
Happily, this was a just a small fry compared to what was to come next. The school building sat near to the Yankee Stadium in the Bronx right across the High Bridge in the Bronx, and it dilapidated neighborhood.
I must be prepared on day one in school, surrounding myself with my best art supplies as a travel art teacher in a building with five story floor with no elevator. As it was, however, I survived my first day and many others that came challenge my soul, my spirit and my ability to help students to learn.
💕God Bless us
Years have been passed away and I feel that God define our mission on earth! “Yellow Passion” relates to a tropical fruit sources of calcium and vitamin. There are bananas growing everywhere in Brazil. Our list of tropical fruits are immense and colorful. I chose to paint this piece born out of my desire to […]
R.I.P Mr. D
Each doll I make has it own story! My goal is to recreate my personal journey, a kind of memoir dealing about my life’s encounters. Mostly of my stories have a happy ending. The sad ones, I keep dearly encrusted in my heart. I’ve been waiting for the time that I’d able to create art. Because, it comes handy to sudden the spirits and accept our fate.
As a storyteller, I share ideias, illusions, realities and images. Having a doll without a face, leave space for everybody’s imagination. Many different dolls through history have had no features. It is a part of my world beyond the borders between race, age, nationality and stereotypes.
Meet Kabila & Olivia: Guess who are them? Young fresh pearls setting a part from the immense Atlantic Ocean.
Kabila represents all the dynamic, and sweet children that I met once in Soweto in 1996. They sang and danced to greet us at the Annual Teacher’s Convention! Through their powerful voice and charismatic demeanor I travel back home to Olivia.
Where is she? I missed her dearly!
My dearest classmate at junior high school in Rio. Sometimes we’d take together the long way back home from school. By foot, therefore we’d be saving money tô buy sweet snacks in the school cafeteria.
We’re inseparable in school, but she never invited me to her house, on the hills!
My first job as a teacher, in the 80’s turned out to be a challenge. I was assigned to a school located in one of the poorest communities in the city. The inner city population in my country lacks the basic needs to make trough the day. Building school for the poor is not the government priority !
As a result violence, crime, drug abuse and trafficking is rampant in the poorest communities, and students tend to challenge and disrespect teachers.
The school situation that I was assigned to work was a messy! It was neither satisfactory even for its population. At the end of school year, a week before Christmas everybody start to pack to leave permanently. Until today there are no choices, either we strike for months or quit the job.
Unfortunately, I found an unfriendly environment lacking of furniture, books, and basic stuff to run a school program. The new staff and the parents association united to rebuild the school. All efforts we made came through, and our children were eager to learn.
One day something tragic happened! The police raided de favela, shooting the trafficking gang! Unfortunately, a bullet hit one of our student in the head.It was a tragedy! After the incident I request to be assigned to another school.
I moved to a nearby school, in a better neighborhood which served mostly kids from different communities. It was painted pink and red to pay homage to the fireman squad. I lived in a housing project a few blocks away from my new school.
On my first day of work, I fell in love with my new school! The kids most in need of quality time were well behaved. A place where teacher’s dedication were really appreaciated.
I was welcomed by staff members and the principal. It was a lifetime experience which left an undeniable mark on my life. Over the years, school’s polices had changed. Nowadays, teacher have more choices of materials and less input over decision make.
Joyful, I embraced the task willing to help every child. I guess I did well as a teacher! Recently a former student contacted me and we spoke briefly! To my pleasure she also became a teacher !
Vic Sanz @(Miriam)