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fandomhigh2016-11-15 12:45 am
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Shop, Tuesday, period 3
Class met back in the danger shop again, which was set up in the junkyard, shop tables and power tools arranged in the central clearing.
"Right," Eliot said when the students had all gathered. "So I was tempted to have you guys actually beat some swords into plowshares, but that's a little bit heavy handed and honestly, I'm a fan of a well-wielded sword." A somewhat far-off expression passed over his face, eyebrow creeping up, then he visibly shrugged the thought off. "Anyway, there's those who've been sayin' that one bright side of dark an' turbulent times is the art made by those bein' oppressed. Art's often been used as an outlet and a way to express feelings and ideas that otherwise might be difficult to get across -- or hard to get past government censors. Now, there's plenty who'll call bull on the romanticization of the 'starving artist' or the idea that political and social strife are necessary for artistic creation, and frankly, I ain't qualified to weigh in on it either way. And what we do here, in this class? This ain't my art. But I will say that havin' an art, an outlet for expression, is what pulled me out of a very dark time personally. What you make doesn't have to have anything to do with what you're goin' through outside your kitchen, or your studio, or your workshop. Just the act of bein' in that space and focusing in on a project can do wonders for your equilibrium and your spirit. Some days, it'll be all you've got." His mouth quirked up on one side in a faint smile. "Anyway. Today's an open shop day. Work on whatever gets you excited, or settles you down, anything you can just focus in on and keep your mind from wanderin'. Only thing I'm asking of ya this week is to make something that makes you happy."
"Right," Eliot said when the students had all gathered. "So I was tempted to have you guys actually beat some swords into plowshares, but that's a little bit heavy handed and honestly, I'm a fan of a well-wielded sword." A somewhat far-off expression passed over his face, eyebrow creeping up, then he visibly shrugged the thought off. "Anyway, there's those who've been sayin' that one bright side of dark an' turbulent times is the art made by those bein' oppressed. Art's often been used as an outlet and a way to express feelings and ideas that otherwise might be difficult to get across -- or hard to get past government censors. Now, there's plenty who'll call bull on the romanticization of the 'starving artist' or the idea that political and social strife are necessary for artistic creation, and frankly, I ain't qualified to weigh in on it either way. And what we do here, in this class? This ain't my art. But I will say that havin' an art, an outlet for expression, is what pulled me out of a very dark time personally. What you make doesn't have to have anything to do with what you're goin' through outside your kitchen, or your studio, or your workshop. Just the act of bein' in that space and focusing in on a project can do wonders for your equilibrium and your spirit. Some days, it'll be all you've got." His mouth quirked up on one side in a faint smile. "Anyway. Today's an open shop day. Work on whatever gets you excited, or settles you down, anything you can just focus in on and keep your mind from wanderin'. Only thing I'm asking of ya this week is to make something that makes you happy."