I’ve had a couple of crappy days this week, so when it looked like things might be easing last night, I found myself sitting at my desk, itching to make something. Let me be more specific. I found myself craving the experience of being immersed in the process of creating something. Of composing.
Our group of high school students had arrived via van, to the world famous home of monumental outdoor sculpture: Storm King Art Center. They had been told their English class would focus on Art and Social Justice, and this was part of the class. Once a week we would visit the center and write.