2 out of 3

I taught my first workshop yesterday, at a school for Burmese students preparing to take their GED. The entire ground was covered with paintings drying by the time we were finished. They had tissue papered, mono-printed, and painted... totally exceeding my expectations.
Today, I taught at the school where Thane teaches -- a class of 30 including the director and a couple of other teachers. It was invigorating, to say the least. They are so resourceful -- laying their wet paintings in bushes and trees to dry, mixing paint colors in a green leaf they picked, gathering delicate stems and leaves from their huge garden to add to their paintings. It was so exciting. I knew I would learn from them, and I am amazed at the magnitude of that possibility.
They have been so enthusiastic, I had to go buy more paper for tomorrow's workshop -- at a new school with 26 students. Thane and I rode his motorbike with backpacks full of art supplies-- on our backs, our fronts, and wedged between us... to deliver them to the school so I can ride my bicycle there first thing in the morning.
Directly after, we are going to a festival some 7 or 8 hours away where we will stay on a houseboat for two nights.

I am so lucky to know people like these students --so eager, talented, and absolutely lovely people. I am resisting the idea that oppression is what creates such a gracious spirit in someone.

More soon. Love to hear from you.