So my parents are here today and my mother had a fascinating
time working with Sandy Conley (one of my supervisors). Sandy is working with
some of the students and is teaching an art class. Sandy is a professional
artist and she has been coming down here for a long time. She’s developed a
very successful art program, and has even mentored a local artist. Sandy was
teaching an art class today and my mother oversaw. Art in the US is something
that every child under the age of six has mastered; any home with smaller
children has their artwork gracing almost every flat surface of the home. In
Haiti this is a different story, people can’t really afford art supplies for
their children.
Sandy’s class today had about twelve kids in it, all above
the age of ten. Sandy was teaching them how to draw a still life, i.e. you look
at a picture or at a scene and draw it. Sandy had nice flowers for the kids to
draw and Roland, our trusted interpreter, interpreted Sandy’s lesson for the
kids. Though Sandy’s instructions were quite clear, the children didn’t know
how to draw. Now I am a terrible artist, but at age twelve I understood how to
draw a vase with flowers in it; we all did because we all spent hours upon
hours when we were kids drawing whatever was around us and then put it on our
parents refrigerators. The Haitians however have never drawn, so this was a
totally new experience to them. This displays a depressing deficit in Haitian
life. Though very few American children continue their art careers past the
second grade, drawing helps us as children develop an imagination and a better
understanding of the world around us. Haitians grow up without their
surroundings ever being translated onto a piece of paper.
Fortunately however, this is not the end of the story. The children
in the art class listened closely to Sandy, asked her questions, and figured
out how to draw. They worked hard, made mistakes, and pushed through until they
could produce a nice picture. Sandy is going to continue teaching art, and each
day the kids are going to get better, and by the end of the week these twelve
Haitian students will get the experience we got as American kids. The Haitians
in La Croix may not be blessed with the material resources we in America have,
but they are blessed with a work ethic second to none. The Haitians who I have
worked with, both as professionals and as students have been some of the
hardest workers I’ve ever seen. Though they don’t have art classes as children,
they take advantage of the opportunity when they see it.
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