It's been a while since my last post. Teaching and strategizing around political headaches has taken over my life. I have decided that I hate unions. It may be useful in years to come, but right now, it protects incompetence and the crazy ones.... only in teaching, I say.... In no other profession will you ever see this.
As for my thesis, ideas are finally coming along. It's funny that ideas now are sparked out of this guttural reaction to things I don't like. I'm interested in making knowledge accessible. I find sometimes that the university setting can be just about protecting status in an ivory tower. I realize now that my thesis is nothing much. People often ask what it's about... What is my statement that I want to prove? And my answer is ... I can prove nothing... and I know even less than I did before.
Each chapter is meant to define personal practices as teacher and artist. The final chapter is how to combine these practices and how these two communicate with each other to nurture and fuel the other. I have a vague answer at this point. I am interested in finding confidence to speak, however. I always have. In the end, it's funny how so much is left to instinct. I never trusted myself when I was young. I thought that I had to analyze, dissect, and find the meaning of everything. But I'm slowly realizing that instincts lead us somewhere and trust is important.