As far as I can tell, Visual Arts at your average Australian state high school is funded at the rate of approximately 50 cents per student, per annum. Assuming a student actually manages to find their way into the broom cupboard right down the back that is the Art Department, the most creative thing they're going to get time to do there is find a pen that works.
Such things are to be borne, but not graciously. In fact, I bitch about it a lot. I bitch about the fact that the school manages, somehow, to find the funding for a LOT of Compulsory Maths (5 periods a week, all year, till year 10), a subject that I know for a fact my daughter neither learns nor needs, and yet can manage just one hour a fortnight for Art.
Let me repeat that. Onefuckinghourafortnight.
And we wonder why the world's going to Hell in a Handbasket?
Anyway, my only viable response was to step up the art at home. Less computer. Less TV. More art. It's proving a little challenging to implement without screen accompaniment, but I'm holding firm. A Creative Genius is only a Creative Genius if it actually Creates Something Really Really Cool on a Regular Basis. Otherwise, it's just another dumb kid hanging around the schoolyard, talking shit.
Or something like that. It was a Rather Inspired Lecture. Honest.
Many thanks to Sue Scott for Mym's needlefelting lesson, and for the DIY felting presents that came home with us, so we can needlefelt ALL THE TIME, if we want to. DAMN, that woman is cool.