I know to my bones how important it is to be humble and playful as we dance up to the cultural divide and stare over. Respectful curiosity goes a long way. Calmness goes a long way. Hubris is a good thing to leave behind.
The community of third culture kids is deep and wide with many things to separate us from each other–but I’ve never met another third culture kid who didn’t seem a lot like me. And when we talk about respect for other cultures…well…I think that’s really important, of course. But I also think there is a culture of women around the globe. There is a culture of readers and writers and artists. We have lots of common ground.
This is an Ethiopia Reads school being built. It’s a great image for how I feel as I set out for Odyssey II. Precarious. Hanging on the edge. But aware of those holding my hand.
Three writers (one who is pretty good in Amharic), two American painters, an amateur photographer who wants to help document the trip, two Ethiopian painters…we’re going to see what we can do to create our own art together but also to start creating a body of simple, playful, culturally appropriate, local language books that can go into the schools and libraries where Ethiopian kids are just learning to read.
Stephanie Schlatter, the American artist here, has done a lot of art work with kids in Ethiopia. As she and I have discussed, visual art dodges the language question that is so hard as we struggle with sharing books. I believe we will find the shared language of art on this trip and we will come back changed…if nothing else from a week lived off the electric grid.
Tough team. Watch this space for more!
http://www.ethiopiareads.org/ethiopian-odyssey-ii I’m super jazzed to talk with my Vermont College of the Fine Arts students about how to think about the progression of a tale. I’m also super jazzed to see what this artistic collaboration can bring to some very simple, easy-to-read stories that can be used by Ethiopian educators, especially after they’re translated into various local languages. I created this one from a story that’s told in Ethiopia and around the world…and Noh and Ellemae and I tried to teach ourselves a tiny bit about how illustrators work with perspective. See what you think.
She talked about flowers.
Our challenge to ourselves–a third grader, a fifth grader and me–was to think of American sayings or proverbs or idioms that we could turn into simple, easy-to-read stories. These will be translated into various local languages. And of course part of the collection, ultimately, will be stories made from Ethiopian sayings or proverbs or idioms, too.
As my Vermont College semester winds to a close, two new adventures loom in my imagination: the January residency, where I will be leading a workshop focusing on picture books, and a trip to Ethiopia where I will be leading–am trying to invent–a workshop for creating some super simple, playful, patterned, culturally appropriate books that can be used in the Ethiopia Reads schools and libraries. I’ve been using examples from a project with a school in Tanzania to explain what the end result might look like. Love the really basic questions that are bubbling in my brain: what is a book; what is a story; what is a good beginning, a middle, an end? Where do flashes of creativity come from that help us put together essential ingredients in new ways?
I like global projects that leave everyone surprised and a little more open-hearted.
This photo is from a day when artist Stephanie Schlatter and her artist friend Aklilu decided to show kids in Ethiopia that anything can be a canvas–including YOU.
Today my neighbor was telling me about a time when he was a young man in Vietnam and talking to a farmer in a remote place. The guy wasn’t at all astonished when my neighbor hold him that Americans would soon land on the moon. Of course Americans would do that. He wasn’t fazed when my neighbor told him that when he returned home to Oregon, he was going to buy a car. But, my neighbor said, “when I told him that in America we wash our cars with drinking water, he leaped back in disbelief and shock.”
I like projects that illustrate community power–what happens when people put their skills and assets together to see what can be created.
I’ve helped raise money for school building and library planting in Ethiopia. The 2016 Maji trip will be different. I don’t yet know quite what it will look like. I do know that I’m drawn to a project of apple trees planted in the dream that some day apples can be sold to create, oh, a kindergarten, perhaps.
In my Portland neighborhood, the Woodlawn Triangle, we have a Facebook page called Foodlawn where people can arrange to trade food–last summer, for example, I traded tomatoes for duck eggs. I also got to know a young neighbor who had a large sunny yard and neither time nor knowledge to grow vegetables. She and one of my sisters and I created a community vegetable garden with only three participants–not me, myself and I, but close.
In my own backyard, I’m creating wildlife habitat. I don’t really have either the sun or the flat spaces for edibles except in pots.
But three of us in the Woodlawn neighborhood putting what we have together = some new astonishment each time I got there. This morning, for example…
Abundance for all.
On May 24, I was in Washington DC to be honored by SEED for my work in spreading literacy through my books and my volunteer work with Ethiopia Reads. As you notice, the invitation says the ending time of the event = 12:30 a.m. That Ethiopian oration is not for the fainthearted! And it actually went until 1:00 a.m. But what a fascinating experience.
My sister Caroline went with me and provided my introduction, mentioning that we spent our early childhood years in Maji. Unbelievably, the daughter of the man who was governor in Maji during those years (shown here with our dad at a celebration of Mom and Dad’s 20th year of living and working in Ethiopia) was in the audience and went over to talk to Caroline. Since my sis and I have been talking and dreaming of a trip back to Maji to work on literacy and solar co-ops that would provide power for the school and new hospital, it felt like amazing threads coming together.
Seeds planted…things go wild! Or as my sweetie said to a neighbor recently, we don’t have a yard or garden…we have UNDERSTORY. Bring on the life force!
Let it all bloom.