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Half of our day is preparation, half is teaching, half is artmaking, and then half is the very important meditative appreciation and consideration of how so many halves add up to more than whole, simultaneous so that our cups of life run over and back to the sea. This was our first day meeting children, and they were deliriously bright with the full range of confident to immobile, playful to tired, all of them eager to be the best that they could be and then go swimming. We met the wonderful counselors who guide the students through these summer days, and we introduced vine charcoal, successfully redistributing much of it to the floor and hands of our young artists. Pamela introduced excellently mark making on giant pieces of paper, and then blind contour drawing, sophisticated new forms pour from tiny hands. "It's hard" becomes "look what I did!". I am impressed with the building blocks, and so grateful again to be cultivating individual art skills which I have always felt are useful for everyone. I visited the Mount Zion Church across the street, central to this rebuilding community, and our nearest neighbor Mrs. Barnes. The chapel has large blue rooms so that everyone attending must be bathed in blue light. The building seems well designed to support community. We will have our art exhibit there on June 27th, showing children's and elder's art work. (play). We are focused and committed to sharing the gift of a creative approach to everything. I want to share Mrs. Barnes with you, and walking by the shrimp docks,walking into the warm gulf, the ancient wise live oaks. Mrs. Barnes says there weren't really hurricanes in the area until 1947 which everyone thought was bad, and then Camille came.

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