Monthly Archive for April, 2007

The Art Department

In a drab little office suite, two guys who run a college art program are complaining to me. They say their department has been pretty uninspired for quite some time now, and they’re wondering how to reinvigorate their program. I find the question exciting, and say, “Here’s what you do: Get a grant to travel and study other art programs. Pick the top ten departments that interest you, and go get paid to find out what they are doing!

They seem to like the idea, and one guy says he really ought to revive his own personal practice, and do at least a drawing a day, so as to appear credible when meeting the pros. I agree, and suddenly have an idea which feels even more exciting. I say, “And while you’re at it, why not examine the originality vacuum in student art?” They don’t see my point right away, and ask me to explain my meaning. I say I’ve always observed that most student work is derivative or trendy, as if they are copying something they saw which they think is cool. Why don’t we find out why students aren’t doing their own work, and what can be done to encourage originality? My idea is that if they could do this, their department would be hot.

The Tree

I am walking on a country road, with my father a short distance behind me and my brother a little ahead. On the right, I see a tree which quickly becomes an overwhelming vision. Its leaves are large and thick; a glossy dark green, and its sinuous white trunk and branches gleam with an almost supernatural light against a sky of profound blue. I note that I haven’t seen the sky so blue, the light so compelling, or breathed air so fresh, sweet and crystal clear in what feels like ages. In the center of the tree, a number of slim branches shoot straight up, and their leaves are a bright golden yellow, as if presaging autumn. They resemble a bright beam pointing straight up against the solid blue. I am struck through with the transcendent beauty of the scene, and call out, first to my father and then to my brother, needing them to notice, needing to share this moment with them, but they do not seem to hear me. They do not answer, appearing lost in their own perspectives. I am alone with this vision. A short distance ahead, I see another such tree.