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Nth Letter VI
2008.05.27
Teachers exist in a unique middle ground of intense hope and intense darkness. We have hopeful lumps of clay in front of us, on the verge of being a beautiful sculpture. But these chunks of clay have been pierced and grabbed too harshly, molded too swiftly. They dry out earlier than they should. We, the artists, the teachers, the hopers have to find a way to peel back that layer, tapping into that truly moldable clay that still exists; that very piece of fresh clay that thrives in challenge, discipline, structure, and true freedom.
