Art as a Happy & Calm Space

I went to an event last night and met a childhood star, Illustrator Pat Cummings, along with contemporary book artist: Nina Cruz, Selina Alko and Steven Savage.

Pat Cummings, just like Eloise Greenfield, is a heroine for all Black children. Their poems, narratives, art and dedication to the literary world for children of color is on an even higher status than The Very Hungry Caterpillar by Eric Carle. For, while The Very Hungry Caterpillar, introduced children all over the world to colors and counting; they introduced forgotten Black children (all over the world) to the world of books and self representation (along with their many contemporaries). Thus, when I saw Pat Cummings on the program, I made sure to clear my schedule and attend.

smiling with Pro. Andera Davis Pinkney (with an old Pat Cummings book in my hand that I got signed!)

Professor Andera Davis Pinkney was the moderator and started off by asking each illustrator to tell about themselves. Each illustrator pulled up beautiful books they illustrated and shared their art process. Selina Alko, a journalist like me, shared the most breathtaking journal. She created full page collages for each spread in an old journal. I watched in awe as she only showed us three spreads (it ended too soon!) and then showed us her images in her children’s book about Joni Mitchell.

I remember thinking, who is Joni Mitchell and I scanned the room and it seemed like everyone knew Joni. Little did I know I was about to find out….in class that night. (One of my classmates, Paige, spoke about a book she read and the book began with the character listening to a sad song by Joni Mitchell- then Paige spoke about feeling even more connected to the book because she also enjoyed Joni Mitchell).

Nina Cruz shared her books and spoke about digital art. I never saw her work even though I read books by her father Donald Cruz. She shared a book she wrote that I could have used last year when I did a fourth grade lesson on Richard Wright. She also shared a new book she is working on for older children entitled, Liftoff: How the Apollo Moon Mission made Alma Thomas’s art Soar. Then, the name Alma Thomas didn’t ring any bells but as I am writing I realize Alma Thomas is a favorite artist of one of my best friends.

The next to speak was Pat Cummings and she spoke with joy. Her voice was that of a visit to a favorite aunt’s house. Her anecdotes made everything about the event, homely. At one point, when I turned around laughing, another person in the audience caught my eye and while others settled down we continued to laugh. The following are pointers she shared with us for artist and writers who want to get their work published:

  1. Remember, Expression is Everything, little kids read people faces and body language,
  2. make every character in the book think they are the star of the book,
  3. build a world around the character,
  4. THINK, Surprise yourself and finally make it personal.

Lastly, we met Steven Savage who shared his clean and simple illustrations. He said he is wired by the “less is more” motto and ended his introduction by saying “My art is meant to be my happy, clean, calm space.”

“Wow!” I thought, “Imagine? Art as a job and also a happy, clean, calm space. What a thought!

Joy, all Grown Up, in her own Space

I ran into Joy Paige, a former student of mine who is now in her third year in college.

Of all the things I remember about Joy, I remember how she used to speak. She did so with noticeable space between her words. I remember when I taught her class about heartburn ( it was a health and nutrition lesson) and at the end of the lesson she acted out the symptoms of having heartburn and asked to go home immediately. Her speech was with the the perfect timing. While her acting was perfect, her request fell on death ears. I knew the tricks of a six year old.

When I ran into her as an adult, I listened to her speaking and I couldn’t help to notice that she spoke the same- with clarity- only this time it included touching her hair and an occasional hum or smacking sound. However her tone was the same. It was a strange observation!

When she filled me in on her success, she said verbatim:

So, yeah (hum), I am in my junior year of college (smack).

And I thought, you are picking up a lot up there at college- including a different way to speak- literally.

It would be something to run into her ten years from now and see if the space is still filled with hair touching, smacking and a hum.

The Convocation be Like

The Holy Convocation be like rushing to church at the beginning and praying for one more hour of sleep at the end

The Holy Convocation be like songs flooding your mind and 14 nights to sing a song that’ll set a soul on fire!

The Holy Convocation be like listening to the preacher preach about the dangers of sin and the minister’s warning of doubting God and a large congregation shouting praise the Lord, Hallelujah, thank you Jesus!

The Holy Convocation be like “Achaia was ready a year ago”!

The Holy Convocation be like diversity in the ministry. Did you meet the saints from Asia and do you know how to cook like a West Indian for the saints from Jamaica?

The Holy Convocation be like we getting fish and fries again? Who is in the kitchen tomorrow? Who’s gonna preach tomorrow? You coming?

The Holy Convocation be like old faces, same histories, new victories, and stronger bonds. Long journey’s up and down 95.

The Holy Convocation be like let’s sing in harmony in praise service and forget our key on the big talent service

The Holy Convocation be like what color you wearing? Wanna dress alike?

The Holy Convocation be like rise and shine its 8am the saints are praying!

The Holy Convocation be like so much food to bring home!

The Holy Convocation be like I’m not sleeping, I’m praying! I’m not eating, I’m fasting! I’m not signing, I’m resting!

The Holy Convocation be like let us sit together during service because after service I may not even see you

The Holy Convocation be like it’s been a while I want to know how you be, why you didn’t check on me?

The Holy Convocation be like, how you related to him? How y’all cousins?

The Holy Convocation be like meet my wife, I’m married now!

The Holy Convocation be like remember when you used to take all the kids out? Yeah…you left me one summer!

The Holy Convocation be like Hazel, Vaeh, Violet, Gabriel, Ms. Kelly, Lay, and two kids from Ohio getting baptized.

The Holy Convocation be like Raymond and Ely crying for the Holy Ghost until it came down and Hannah’s daughter shaking and Dorthy’s sons sitting in the front near Minister Newton and everyone losing their seat during standing prayer.

The Holy Convocation be like mad people marching around mad times to break mad chains and destroying mad Jerichos

The Holy Convocation be like having no voice and eating hot and delicious greasy food at all the wrong times

The Holy Convocation be like wanna hang out in the morning? I’m gonna get up to go out with you. Be ready.

The Holy Convocation be like, let’s sleep in and try to meet tomorrow morning.

The Holy Convocation be like a new invitation everyday for two weeks

The Holy Convocation be like I’m at your place down stairs. I know it’s five in the morning but I said I was coming. You were in church till what time? Girl, why?! Convocation!? Okay, I’ll wait.

My best friend Tasha visiting me

The Holy Convocation be like wearing your Sunday best for two weekends straight

The Holy Convocation be like wearing heels, shouting in heels, changing into flats, standing next to Zach, Johnny, Jahaziel, Hezekiah, Sidney, Manny, Hadassa, and MJ… and my Godson saying what they were thinking, You short Lystria! – and listening to the conversation of young boys just to make them apologize under an oath of Brotherly love and Vaeh inviting her teachers to church and they coming

Worshipping with my best friend Ashley

The Holy Convocation be like best friends coming together over differences and Shawn telling me my blue dress is nice but very old timely (who asked him to be Mr. GQ of the Conversation? But he was)

Deacon Doug who is known for his songs and testimonies

The Holy Convocation be like eating only ham hock on a Sunday afternoon, because really, there’s nothing else to eat! And Mother Addie asking for the recipe to Jamaica red bean soup that came out great by a great chance!

Spending quality time with my sisters

The Holy Convocation be like family dinner on Sunday and Vaeh’s birthday party on a Saturday night, and Kamara still is praying- and missing the party and Kamara getting the Holy Ghost and everyone dancing and Ashley is waiting to talk and Little Malachi just wanna say hi and have you purchased the new book the Mother wrote? And Samaria wants to go out to eat and is there Little Flock rehearsal? and did you give Madison what you made her? And Sister Lisa wants to buy your soap and are you coming down to visit family soon?

The Holy Convocation be like, Wow! You’re all grown up now and Sis- You always dress to kill and come, Hurley Sisters, let me take your picture!

The Holy Convocation be like how can you take New York? and How can you live in the south?! and when you coming to Jamaica and remember when you spent time at my house and one day God will gather all of us and we will live in the sweet by and by together

The Holy Convocation be like it’s time for a new beginning, I hope it didn’t end without you getting the refreshing!

Welcoming Mrs. Lesa Cline-Ransome

The most fulfilling day of the school year -this year- was welcoming children’s author and historian, Mrs. Lesa Cline- Ransome into our school on June 10th.

Last year the fourth graders read Finding Langston, a middle grade novel by Mrs. Lesa Cline- Ransome. They learned about the Harlem Renaissance and how it actually didn’t only exist in Harlem but in other Black cities like Chicago. They learned of writers like Langston Hughes and Gwendolyn Brooks. With Finding Langston alone, they spoke of many civil right issues, such as the housing issues that many Blacks faced then (a lot of them were able to relate to being homeless or not having a place to call your own). They also spoke of the right to a decent education and clean food. When speaking of rights, I exposed them to the 10 point system by the Black Panther Party and asked them if the rights that were asked for by the Party in the 70’s different from the rights we were asking for today. They also expanded their reading and writing skills. As their teacher I witnessed their level of comprehension increase significantly!

Below are mini paper colleges they did after studying the book’s cover. We spoke about different art mediums artist use. (By the way, I created my own reading packet which I will soon load on Teachers Pay Teachers).

Finding Langston‘s main plot is of a little boy who exists during the Great Migration. His family travels north for better opportunity- from a loving home in the south. The fourth graders learned that the Great Migration spanned well into their grandparent’s and parent’s generation. Their eyes grew wide when they realized how much this book was so closely related to the past yet to their present.

After we read the book, there was a celebration!

The fourth graders pose for a group picture during the Renaissance Party

The theme of the party was the Chicago Renaissance. Each student came in as a character from that era. I was the librarian who welcomed prominent writers in to the library built for Blacks. All day my students called me Ms. Vivian (after Vivian Harsh).

The following are the realistic characters my students dressed up as. From the left: Mrs. George Cleveland Hall (Dr. George Cleveland Hall’s wife), Lorraine Hansberry, Ms. Augusta Savage, Ms. Elizabeth Catlett (this character was so popular that this year they all mention an interested in visiting the Elizabeth Catlett show at the Brooklyn Museum…one of them went with me on a random Saturday outside of school), Ms. Katherine Mary Dunham (this character was the one the girls fought over- because who doesn’t want to be a dancer?!), Ms. Margaret Walker, Me (as Ms. Vivian Harsh) , Ms. Gwendolyn Brooks, the little boy in the hat was Mr. Langston Hughes, and the little boy at the far end was Mr. Useni E. Perkins (poet of Hey Black Child). The day of the party they came in full character… so full that I had to remind them that I was Vivian Harsh- with an emphasis on harsh. In high spirits, they traveled to classes and asked students and teachers to guess who they were after putting on short skits. My principal confessed that she didn’t know all of them. Her face lit up when the little girl said yes, you’re correct, I am Katherine Mary Dunham.

At the Brooklyn Museum with Mariah viewing Catlett’s work

The following year when I had them for fifth grade, I started the year with the book’s sequel, Leaving Lymon. With this book, they now spoke about family relationships, detention centers, food lines, and factories in America. They completed a food and race relations project for their work to be shown in a gallery in New York (will share the show soon). They learned about Blacks living in Milwaukee who faced harsh working conditions.

In Leaving Lymon, the reader meets Langston’s bully, Lymon, and finds out why he is a bully. This book teaches compassion for both the victim and the bully. Fifth grade used the lessons during the school year. They had disagreements and once there was even a fight but the core lessons of humanity and self respect was taught and even in very tough times apologies were made and friendships rekindled.

Right here, I want to mention the beauty of these two novels and how apropos it was for them to read it at the appointed time. During the school year, we as a community experienced a death and it was so unexpected. However, my class was already talking about social- emotional skills and self respect. I want to say it was because of the readings they were greatly comforted.

In February of 2024, some of my students joined the program (that I run outside of school) Soap Recipe, on a Black History Celebration trip to Philadelphia, PA. There, they met Mrs. Lesa Cline- Ransome at the African American Children’s book fair. And, oh, what a meeting! For a teacher whose joy it is to find ways for children to connect the past to the present and realize how valuable their history is- I felt loved when my students found Mrs. Lesa Cline- Ransome (on their own) in a gigantic overcrowded gymnasium. They recited Langston Hughes’ One Way Ticket to her between smiles and shrieks. Everyone there witnessed how learning, reading, and writing have the power to transform a human. Everyone was touched at how my students laureled Mrs. Cline-Ransome and in turn honored their educated selves.

One day I was at my computer reading my emails and saw that Mrs. Cline- Ransome was going to attend a book event with the Center for Black Literature in Brooklyn. I told my now fifth graders I was going to be absent because I was going to an event to meet Mrs. Cline-Ransome. I then asked them what they thought about inviting her to the school.

Will she really come?

I don’t know. But is it that hard to write a letter and ask?

With this question, they stopped to do what they did best- argue- about writing the author.

If she doesn’t come it will be a waste of time.

But if she does come, it won’t.

Ms. Hurley, is she your friend?

Of course She’s Ms. Hurley’s friend! She’s going to meet her!

I did what I did best- I quietly waited until they were done arguing, then told them to start writing. I was surprised by the content of their letters. They didn’t even need two days to write her. They put forth their best penmanship and diction. I didn’t have to tell them to use their raggedy dictionaries that they vowed to keep neat in September but by May were a mess. Each writer got up and got their dictionaries.

When I arrived in Brooklyn, I gave her the letters at the end of her workshop and she gave me 12 signed bookmarks for my students.

The author never forgot that moment in Philly, and said so when she responded to their new request to come and visit their school. She returned their sheer passion and joy with an excited yes! Even though she was in Europe when she decided, yes, she’ll come- she emailed me her interest in meeting my students.

Letter from Brooklyn

Before she came, the students went into preparation mode with tenacious energy. Needless to say, it was challenging. It was nearing the end of the school year and there were so many trips, events, and parties happening. In the beginning of the preparation, they argued and fought over who would do what until some of them wished they never wrote her. That wish turned into another argument (that I got involved with). But as time got close, the dedicated fifth graders (with some help from the nearby fourth graders) worked on mini skits, Bottle projects, and a huge classroom banner while their schoolmates read books by the author, wrote papers and drew images to honor her arrival.

When she came, my students were walking to the sanctuary. I double checked my email and saw that she was outside. I told the students and they rushed to the front of the building! All twelve of them were surprised that she actually came.

There are very few moments when I can say they stopped talking this year, and this was one of the them. When they saw her step out of the car they all got quiet.

That’s really her! I heard one student whisper.

They did not even run to open the door! They stood on stairs, gawking. Some were pointing while others stood with their hands over their mouths.

I told two students to go down and let her in- to which when they did like robots. Then, they continued to stand there and gape. She broke the silence by saying- Ahhh, …can I take a picture of all of you?! I, of course couldn’t stop smiling.

That morning, I ordered over one hundred dollars worth of KFC for the class as a surprise. After the two hour talk and book signing, they returned to a classroom that smelled of KFC. They ate with the author and put on their shows, read their poetry, shared their art and brought up their favorite topic – Ms. Hurley doesn’t know how to spell Tick- Tock correctly.

To add to all the excitement of the day, Mrs. Lesa Cline-Ransome’s husband, James Ransome, came and spent some time with us at the very end! What can get better than that?!

By her departure, they were back to themselves, doing what 11 and 12 year olds do best- show off (this is after arguing of course).

Before I end this post, I want to mention one question I heard one of my students asked her during her lecture. She wanted to know why Mrs. Cline-Ransome includes the father (as a character) in all her books. My student struggled to ask the question because she asked the question from a very vulnerable place. While reading the books and talking about relationships with my students, I didn’t realize that because most of them were in house-holds without their fathers, reading her books gave them a sort of insight into a world in which the father existed everyday- and this world, they learned, was a very possible world.

Thank You, Mrs. Lesa Cline-Ransome

Pocahontas

This year my social studies class is a combined class. The fourth grade and fifth grade students learn side by side.

I follow the fifth grade curriculum.

Today, we are going to watch a movie I said to all the students. Immediately a celebration took course.

Yayyy!!!

They smiled at one another while I waited for them to settle down.

They were so excited. No doubt their thrills were heard down the hallway and out the front door.

Class, do you ever watch movies with Ms. Hurley?

Noooo!!!

They were still exited.

So will this be for pure entertainment?

Very few answered. They were t sure what to expect next.

We will take notes and analyze the pictures. This is called, Art and Race Relations. In Stamped from the Beginning, their reading companion, they read about the corruption of Disney movies. There was no better time to watch Pocahontas.

The movie started and there were times I had to ask them not to talk during the ‘boring parts’ – and then there were times they went absolute silent – during the romantic parts (that’s how I know they are growing up!!).

Every-time I asked them about the voice of the character, to explain the if the dialogue or art was racist or anti- racist- they were correct.

While I was watching it, I heard my close friend’s voice, if you are going to teach them about Pocahontas make sure to tell them the truth. He told me that last year when they were in the fourth grade reading Heart and Soul by Kadir Nelson. That time, we got as far as analyzing the painting that hangs in the nation capitol entitled- Pocahontas Baptism. This year though, our curriculum gave us room to talk more about the Native American. None of them saw the Disney movie and were naturally happy to see it.

The movie ended and there was a common feeling in the room. No one was surprised about the love story or Pocahontas ending up with the White man and few of them questioned it.

Then, I played a video I found on the internet. It talked about the real meaning of Pocahontas and how it connects to Native people. It gave Pocahontas a different name and shared different images. Unlike my student’s jolly behavior during the movie, they were alert and inquisitive. They took notes and asked questions like- Ms. Hurley, is it okay to say sexually assaulted? What does molested mean? Why did Disney lie? What does genocide mean? What is a homicide? Then they answered their own questions: But Disney is for children and if they told the truth then it wouldn’t be a children’s movie anymore! If suicide means to kill yourself, then homicide means to kill other people.

The children had art next but none of them moved when the bell rang. They had more questions about the supreme court and how people were being charged. I asked them to write their feelings down then we spoke about them. We spoke about protecting ourselves and protecting others. The boys had an opportunity to talk about how they felt about girls getting hurt and the girls spoke about how to respect boys, understanding that anyone can hurt anyone.

The students who were known for being quiet were the most vocal when sharing stories they saw on the internet. Students who were known for bravery spoke about Pocahontas losing her agency and how scary that was for them. The lesson lasted until 10 minutes before lunch as oppose to a hour before lunch. I realized that while they were asking me questions, they were mostly interested in what each other thought and how each other felt in that moment. Realizing this made me talk less as the space was there for them to grow and give each other agency.

Learning about Mandalas

The Metropolitan Museum of Art invited my class to go on a journey with them at the beginning of the school year. They were among a few other students in New York City given the privilege of visiting an exhibit that has since been taken down, entitled: Mandalas: Mapping the Buddhist Art of Tibet. While they viewed the art, they were given headphones that were attached to a computer. A trained music technician was able to see their brainwaves and connect their “mindfulness” to the affects art was having on the brain.

Mandalas: Mapping Buddhist Art of Tibet, was a strange opportunity. Strange because I had never studied Tibetan art. I knew little to nothing about mandalas. The whole walk down into the art show felt as if I was in a time machine walking slowly into the 70’s. There was color and movement all around me and every adult there was promoting peace and mindfulness.

It was also an unique experience because it gave my students time to engage in social emotional learning (they played a lot of mind games with the museum educator, Drew), time to make art and music (while viewing the art, they wore huge headphones which in turn picked up their brainwaves and those brainwaves made music), and time to talk of science and technology (looking at their brainwaves, they knew when they were calm).

The exploration of the artwork featured in the exhibition exposed me to what some might say is- mindfulness. I always associated mindfulness with my body being still but it’s your mind being still while participating in activities around you.

The artwork featured in the exhibition, the classroom visits from Drew as well as being able to listen to their brainwaves, exposed my students to self-awareness and self-management. I was able to use what I learned with them as a creativity tool and a way to approach self-awareness.

A little after my students ended their partnership with the Met. I went to a Steven Banks concert for my birthday and in the rotunda there was a beautiful mandala. The vibrant mandala was created by students and teachers alike with pictures and tiny square papers attached on the outside. This lead me to research group mandalas which I came across plenty. I took photos and told my students about my weekend. As I guessed they were not interested in my stories about the Kenari Quartet. They stared at the picture of mandala and tried to name all the objects they found.

Before they could even ask, I answered the question that was in their head: yes, we will create our own group mandala.

Research gave me insight on how to incorporate mandalas into my lessons. During homeroom, they created fun and simple mandalas before they started their day. Some were about kindness towards earth while others were about kindness towards themselves.

They also created group mandalas during Social Studies as a history project. They each picked their own topic and wrote a paragraph about why it should be included in a class project. Next, they focused on their historical event and drew it. Afterwards, they created artist statements.

Currently, I am including the brainwave experiment into their lessons for April. Understanding how the brain works is important for children as well as adults. If a child understands his/her brain then he/she can understand how learning happens. Understanding leads to better moments in the schooling process.

A special thank you to my Met family: David, Drew, Kirsten, Lauren, and Jason for your support and patience with my kiddos.

Below are the mandalas they created….along with the numbers of pi which are throughout the hallways in my school!