Thursday, February 13, 2014

another snow

After days of hearing that there was another chance of snow coming our way, I started to pay attention to the forecast.  This one was billed as a huge storm.  "One for the record books" they kept saying.  The threat was so bad that on Monday night they called off school for Blue on Tuesday.  While he rejoiced, G was less happy about the approaching storm.  She has to be at work regardless of weather, so the days of mess that were predicted meant she was going to be dropping the kids off and camping out in her office for the week.  

 Tuesday morning they drove that way and I drove this way.  It snowed steadily on my drive and when I arrived at school this is what I saw.


 And within minutes of being on campus, I got the official email stating that the school would close at 11:30 and remain closed for the next few days.  That meant that we had about half of our Advanced Sculpture class to work before leaving.  After allowing for getting everything out, putting everything up and cleaning up the studio, we would have accomplished very little.  So instead of working on our current projects, we all went out on the front lawn for a little snow sculpting.  The students came up with the idea for what to make and they were pretty excited to get to use the chainsaw.


 They created a bowing alley with a ball and 6 bowling pins.  That's the class in the photo with a couple of extra helpers included (Sean, Laura, Cessquatch, Katertot, Caitlin, Tyler, Oscar & Andrew).  And of course, they hit me with snowballs the whole time.


 When we were done, I started for home but stopped when I saw Professor Liu sitting out in the snow painting.  He's a visiting scholar from China and he's having an exhibit of his stunning work in our gallery in a couple of months.  


 The snow was still coming down pretty good, but was not sticking to the roads.  


 When I got home I got my run in before the snow got any deeper.  The weather people told us that this was just the first round of light precipitation before the main storm arrived.  I prepared myself for complete and utter boredom knowing that the wife and kids would not be home until the storm was gone and the roads were clear.


 The first round of snow was the good kind...it was wet enough to stick together.  I had plenty of drawing, sculpting and school work to do, but I couldn't resist the chance to get out in the snow and play a little.  That's a 5 foot tall chihuahua head in the front yard.


Wednesday brought more snow through most of the morning.  I did draw a little, but I also got out and walked, took photos and rode the 4 wheeler in the snow.


 The morning snow was followed by some sleet and freezing rain.  The roads were white and despite the state of emergency, it seemed everyone in town was determined to get out and drive.  A guy across the road was four wheeling in his pasture but everyone else was driving on the icy road.  I stuck to the 4 wheeler.  By this point I was so bored I was carrying on conversations with the dogs.  They mostly seemed confused.


 The wind kept blowing the snow off the roof of the house.  When I tried to go out this morning I met some resistance from the 20 inch snow drift on the back deck.  


 After a nice hot breakfast and coffee I discovered that the 2 inches of snow on top of the layer of ice was perfect for sculpting.  I set out to make a more traditional snowman for the kids to enjoy when they got home.  I was bored by the time I got to the head, so I got a little weird there.


 By the time I finished that one, I was warm so I shed my jacket and hat and started on another snow project.  My back was hurting from rolling up snowballs but I couldn't miss the chance to make snow sculptures.  It's not every day we get to do this hear in the south.  I ended up making a giant molar to complete the snow sculpture park in the front yard.


 Not everyone was having fun.  G was trying unsuccessfully to sleep in her office, Zeke had cabin fever and the chihuahua couldn't figure out where the grass went or why her feet were so cold.  

 After the sun came out and cleared the roads, the family came home to play with me.  Violet and I did some 4 wheeler doughnuts and I pulled them on the sled through the melting snow.


 Blue started a snowman of his own but then realized how fun it would be to balance on it and then jump off.


I even took a shot at being dragged behind the 4 wheeler.  It was a slow start and just as was thinking I was too heavy, G took off and slung me around the field as I held on for dear life.  

Next week the temperatures are predicted to be in the 70s and I'm thrilled.  I've enjoyed the very cold winter and the snow and now I'm ready for a warm beach and a cool breeze.

Saturday, February 1, 2014

snow

So, it snowed here.

It snowed 1-2 inches in our area and you know what?  It was a big deal.  The northern transplants love to make the jokes about how an inch of snow shuts down a southern city.  They love to trash talk our snow driving and our Department of Transportation's inability to keep the roads dry and ice free.  They even laugh at us for calling such an event a "storm".

Here's the thing:  It snows here maybe once a year.  I'm talking about a notable snow event being more than just a "dusting" of snowflakes.  With such infrequency, of course we do not know how to drive in the snow, of course our DOT doesn't spend much on de-icing and of course we're going to get excited about such a rare and beautiful event.

Yes, we are aware that it took 10 feet of snow to cancel school wherever you emigrated from, but think about why you relocated here.  Because the weather is better!  We actually have 4 seasons here in the south, even if summer lasts for about 6 months.  And when we get our annual or biannual snow event, it gets us a holiday from work or school and lets us act like children for a whole day.  Perhaps best of all, the temperatures often return to 60 degrees 24-48 hours after the snowpocalypse and life gets back to normal.  These miniature winter vacations are reason enough for us to go a little crazy and binge on milk and bread.  (And just as a side note, not a single one of your southern friends and neighbors enjoy hearing about how silly we are in the snow or how much bigger the snow was "up there".  We are only smiling and nodding because we are kind and hospitable here.  We just want you to be quiet and hold on to the rope while we pull your sled with our four wheel drive pickup truck.)

 Last Tuesday, the tiniest little specks of flurries started falling when my 1:15 pm class was getting ready to start.  I tried to distract my students from the flakes and the possibility of what was to come but soon the school sent everyone text messages about closing school at 3:00 pm.  Snow was not accumulating at all at this point and while the teacher in me was pushing my students to work, the Southerner in me was thrilled to be heading home early to enjoy the chance of weather.  

After a stop at Ingles (for hamburger meat, not milk or bread) everything started to change.  As I filled up with gas in the bitter cold I noticed the crazy guy in the Statue of Liberty costume who normally violently tries to draw attention to the local tax place across the street.  Instead of waving and jumping he looked around at the falling snow, tucked his sign under his arm and headed for the warmth of the storefront lobby.  That's pretty much when I knew that this storm was happening.

Once I was home the Plantation looked like the photo above.  I put on my warmest running clothes and enjoyed a scenic run in the snow.  The couple next door arrived at their driveway separately while this old idiot was running in the falling snow and I'm pretty sure they both laughed at me as they drove by.


 The next morning the snow had stopped but the bitter cold remained.  Schools were canceled and schedules cleared.  After my coffee the kids were ready to get outside.  I reached deep down in my heritage and put together an idea they would love.  G bundled them up tight and I hitched them to the four wheeler for some level ground sledding.


 We were careful and safe and all that.  I stayed away from trees and things and made sure they had plenty of room to skid through the turns.  We churned up all the snow in the back yard and the kids stored some of it inside their boots and pants.  It was so cold, there wasn't much melting so their clothes stayed dry.  


 As soon as the fun started, G had to leave.  It seems that nurses have to report to work regardless of weather.  I guess we need the nurses there because crazy people pull others around in the snow on four wheelers, huh?


 A couple of inches of snow makes everything more beautiful.  The kids were blown away with the redneck sledding and when they started to get cold we took a ride on the four wheeler where they were ecstatic about how pretty everything was.  


 They were right, though.  Everything looked different and more beautiful than it did the day before.  The absolute joy of a southern snow.


 Even my cold and forbidding "no trespassing" sign looked nicer in the snow.


 Soon we had to go inside to thaw out.  Clothes were changed, hot chocolate was served and "Coraline" was requested on the TV.  Blue and Violet were tired and they stayed almost completely still for the duration of the movie.

While they were entertained, I worked to finish a silly drawing of Honey Boo Boo.  


Later I got everyone back outside for a snow hike.  You have to enjoy the snow here while you can.  You never know when you'll see it again.


As soon as it starts to melt every single one of us starts checking that extended forecast to see if John is gonna give us another chance at a winter vacation.  G says next weekend is looking promising.

Wednesday, January 15, 2014

and the rest of the break

Between the day after Christmas and whenever I have to go back to school, there's this glorious time.  All the Christmas running around is finished and there are days of sleeping later and having very few plans.  Blue is usually home with me and he's excited about putting all those Christmas Legos together. 

This year it looked like G was going to have to work all week but as it happened, she ended up with most of the week off.  This meant lots of sleeping in and kids staying in pajamas all day.  The day she had to work I let the kids play for a while and then I moved them outside for a walk in the woods.

They love to walk around and explore.  It rained a good bit and the promise of getting to walk through creeks and jump in mud was good enough to get them in the fresh air for a long time.

 We do most of our woods walking after January 1.  This way we're much less likely to get mistaken for a deer.


We are not really a family of New Year's Eve revelers.  We've done a few of the Avett Brothers NYE shows but what we really seem to enjoy is not being around a lot of people.  Being in our underwear is always a nice plus as well.  Most public places frown on that sort of thing so we stick pretty close to the living room.  This year we had dinner plans with my baptist friend Ali and her fiance.  You may remember Ali from earlier photos and stories.  She's in grad school now and she up and met the man of her dreams and plans to get hitched in the spring.  This was our first time meeting him.  He's Chris, though my baptist friend seems to call him "Stigall" a good bit.  That's his last name.

Y'all may not know that Blue is madly in love with my baptist friend Ali.  At least, as in love as a 7 year old can be.  Luckily he approved of Chris and seemed to like him a lot.  So that went well.  We all liked Chris.  He seems to be a good guy.  After dinner we headed back to the plantation and decided to celebrate the end of the year our own way.  We loaded up some guns and made a little noise outside.  Theirs was a BB gun.  They only let me shoot mine once because they said it was too loud.


That week always has a bonus holiday for us...my birthday.  The early January birthday is great.  For the past couple of years I've declared it a family holiday and I've forced the family to go with me on some kind of hiking adventure.  This year it was frigid all day and after hearing the forecast, we decided to go for an easy hike at Pearson's Falls.  I thought the well below freezing temperatures would make for some cool photos.  After driving all the way up to the entrance, we found that they were closed for the entire month of January.  Great.  But Google quickly had us on the trail of Little Bradley Falls just up the road a bit.  

 We met a very kind stranger with a camera and tripod who gave us some tips to keep the kids safe.  This trail is not a state maintained trail so there are no signs and no forest rangers around.  The advice of a seasoned hiker is taken to heart.  We hiked about 3/4 of the way to the falls but we were thwarted in our attempt to cross the river at the second crossing.  There had been too much rain and the water was too high to cross without getting everyone's feet wet.  And wet feet when the temperature is well below freezing is not a good idea.  So we ate our lunch in a pretty spot and turned around.


 The shortened hike gave us time to drive into Saluda and get some great glass bottled drinks at the old mom and pop store.  


 That night G used my mom's famous big cookie recipe to make a big birthday cookie.  She even made the icing.  It was delicious.


 Then I washed the cookie down with a spectacular slice of mom's butternut cake.  


Tuesday, January 7, 2014

17 questions

Gallery Seventeen is featuring me for their latest edition of "17Questions".

You can read the questions, answers and see some photos here:

http://gallery-seventeen.blogspot.com/2014/01/17-questions-with-doug-mcabee.html

Tuesday, December 31, 2013

all things christmas

Christmas is my favorite time of year.  Perhaps partially because I'm still a child or maybe because people seem more eager to show good will, but either way it just feels like a happy few weeks.

 We do not allow Christmas to begin officially until after Thanksgiving.  Others in my family who will go unnamed here sneak and listen to the Christmas radio station starting just after Halloween, but officially, we do not collectively begin celebrating until Beach Friday.  This year it was the first Saturday in December before the real festivities began with the local Christmas parade.

 That is the parade face of a 4 year old.  With the parade face of a 30-something year old behind her.


 Gallery Seventeen in Greenville asked if I'd be interested in designing their Christmas window display.  I'd never done this before and really didn't have time, but who could pass up the chance to do a Christmas window display?  I made the ice mountains, clouds and hipster snow monster.  Kayli, one of the gallery owners, did the awesome 2D background with the misfit toys.  

 And then, on the 14th it started....the gifts.  Ginger sent two really cool gifts to Blue and Violet.


 Then came the art department Christmas party at Millhouse.  That's jon super excited about his very own pottery wheel!  He was anxious to get home and make some real art!

 Esnipes' secret Santa sent her future child a sweet sculpture onesie.


 It's always a gift to me to have some extra time to complete all the projects I've started or haven't had time to start during the fall.  These card holders have been taunting me since the semester started and I finally assembled them with some legs into an end table.


 Violet demanded a special "daddy date" where she got to sleep in and then go hiking.


 After hiking we met G and Blue at the outdoor ice rink in Spartanburg.  This kid who has serious trouble with roller skates scooted around on ice like Tonya Harding.  He was an ace.  


 Violet needed the help of the walker thing.  She would fling her little legs back and forth very quickly like a cartoon character before falling down.  Soon she slide the walker away and announced that she didn't need it anymore.  This was a mistake but we managed to make a few laps holding her hands before she was ready to leave.


 Then there was the McAbee Christmas Bash.  There was food and games and these great cupcakes with cream filling inside.


 ...and Santa in Nikes with gifts for all the kidlets from Laura Jean.

 ...and there were McAbees everywhere.  That's mom and brother Daniel.


 Next up was G's side of the family.  More gifts, more toys, more sweets.


 And then Christmas Eve dinner with G's Granny Green.  That's Blue, G's mom, G, Granny Green and Violet.


 Christmas morning was all excitement and joy and excess at our house.


 Followed by more excitement, joy and excess at mom's house for brunch and gifts.


My favorite bookend to the parties and gifts and excited kids and miles on the interstate is Christmas night when everything is calm once again.  It's nice to sit with way too much candy and let George Bailey remind you what's really important.


Friday, December 27, 2013

practical education or why you should be a sculptor

Last winter a 13 year old boy gave a TED Talk at the University of Nevada about education.  In it, he suggests that the current American educational system is about teaching students how to get a job.  He then poses the question:  What if we made education about how to be healthy and happy?  He argues that graduates (and their future employers) would be better served if traditional schools focused on the following subjects:

*exercise
*diet and nutrition
*time in nature
*contribution and service
*relationships
*relaxation and stress management
*religious and spiritual involvement

This little guy, Logan LaPlante is not a product of the public school system and quite frankly, you can tell by how intelligent and creative he is.  In his talk he references a much earlier Ted Talk by Sir Ken Robinson titled “Do Schools Kill Creativity?”, one that I’ve had bookmarked for years now.  That reference gave him instant credibility with me.  You owe it to your brain and to your kids or future kids to watch both of these short talks.  Logan LaPlante:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h11u3vtcpaY  Ken Robinson:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iG9CE55wbtY


So why are you finding this information here?  I’m not out to reform public education.  I’m not advocating homeschooling or “hackschooling”.  In some small way I’d love for people to recognize that all students would benefit from learning the 7 points that LaPlante suggests are important in education.  I’d love for parents to understand that it’s not the schools’ job to prepare their kids for life.  If you want your kids to have knowledge, see to it that they are taught knowledge, but if you also want them to be well adjusted, good citizens and fine humans, see to it that these 7 extra subjects are taught as well.

But the real reason I’ve taken the time to post this here is because of the tight connection between the visual and performing arts and these 7 subject areas.  As I read through this list for the first time, I immediately felt a connection between the 7 subjects and the things I teach my visual art students. 

I know, I can hear your skepticism from over here, but I’m actually serious.  Sure, the subject I teach at various levels right now is called “sculpture”.  In that I focus on teaching students various techniques in creating three dimensional compositions.  I teach processes and skills.  I teach approaches and ideologies related to visual art.  At least, that’s what I do on the surface.  And when students take my classes, I’m certain that’s what they understand.  Their parents also visit on open house tours and seem to have the same basic understanding of what art classes will teach.  The most popular question on these tours is:  Will my child be able to get a job with this degree? 

I understand the need for the question and I see where the parent is coming from completely.  The obvious answer is an honest “yes”.  A person with a college degree can get a job.  That job may not be in his or her area of study and it may not be even remotely related to the degree.  But yes, a college graduate can get a job.  Art graduates can even get jobs in a very wide range of creative areas that most parents and students have not considered as being art related.  But the better answer to this question is “Yes, your son or daughter will likely get a job after graduation but more importantly, your son or daughter will be better adjusted, better at decision making, in better physical shape, and have a better outlook on life than they do now.”

Again with the skepticism?  I know, I get it, but let me finish.

No one is more skeptical than the average American teenager.  My 18 and 19 year old freshmen and sophomores often wonder out loud why they are being forced to take this ridiculous 3D Design class when all they want to do is take photos or design on a computer.  After I get over the shock that they are not interested in plaster or steel or setting things on fire with a torch or smashing them with a hammer, I try to provide them some insight.

On the surface they are learning exactly what the catalog course description indicates. There is, however, a super secretive undercurrent of tacit education going on as well.  I tell them that as they learn to critique visual art (to break down a whole into it’s smaller parts and to assess and analyze each part before addressing how the sum of the parts create a whole that is visually communicating larger concepts) they are learning how to apply that skill to any situation.  Artwork can be critiqued but so can people, relationships and opportunities.  Students who learn to break things down into parts and assess each part before considering what it all may mean are in a position to make well informed, intelligent decisions.  I also tell them it will help them win arguments but that data is still being processed for accuracy.  Relationships?  Check.

The scheduling and design of the projects forces students who may be unmotivated, lazy or skilled at procrastination to get to work and to work hard for hours on end.  They learn the definition of “work ethic” and they learn how to have a good one.  Not only does this make them great future employees, but it also makes them work their muscles, especially with sculptural materials.  My students sweat, they get tired and they get blisters and sore muscles.  They learn to eat protein by necessity.  Exercise, diet and nutrition?  Check and check.

Our department focuses on teaching students about using art to benefit their community.  Classes in all of our media areas give students opportunities to volunteer their time, talents and even produce artwork to help others.  Our public sculpture projects over the last three years have allowed students to help service and non-profit organizations in our area.  They learn the importance of sharing their talents, but also the importance of supporting such groups in their own communities.  These public sculptures are designed for and installed outdoors.  And have I mentioned our awesome outdoor workspace in the sculpture studio?  Contribution and service and time in nature?  Check and check.

Engaging in the creative process is in itself relaxing.  Regardless of the specific process and even in spite of the pressure of a graded assignment, there is a relaxing aspect to creating.  The aforementioned scheduling of projects and a professor who spends much of his time shouting “Work! Work! Work!”, however, will create a few stressful moments during a semester.  The pressure of deadlines, the fear of mistakes, and the very nature of a few of our materials will force students to learn to deal with those stressful situations.  Mastering stress management is crucial for the art student.  Relaxation and stress management?  An easy check.

That last one is tricky and it’s probably the one most likely to start an argument.  At first glance you’d think that religious and spiritual involvement is not likely to be brought on by a college studio art class and certainly not in sculpture where there’s so much temptation to shout four letter words.  Oddly enough though, my approach to teaching most sculpture processes centers on faith.  Not religious faith, but faith in the instruction.  My entire curriculum is rooted in a few core concepts that are revisited at deeper levels as a student progresses.  When students ask “why?” early on, my response is “trust me”.  This is not an attempt to avoid the question, but rather my understanding that at this early stage they cannot understand how the concept relates to a much larger topic later on.  When students ignore my invitation to trust, they are often introduced to things like gravity or physics and sculptures tip over or break.  If at first they did not trust, often they learn to come around.  The idea of trusting in something that doesn’t seem to make rational sense is a spiritual exercise. 

Beyond that, I would also argue that my students are taught the importance of keen observation and interpretation.  Students learn to really see what is going on around them and to record these events in a sketchbook.  Later they are given opportunity to turn those observations into images and elements of design.  Essentially they learn that things mean something, however you want to interpret that personally.  Meaning is most often seen in personal symbolism but to the keenly observant who is also looking for meaning…that has to come really close to some sort of spiritual or religious involvement.  I’m not saying its Christian or any traditional mode of spirituality, but there’s the general idea that something bigger is going on.  And with your permission I’ll go ahead and call that a check.



The conclusion here is simple.  If you want to be happy and healthy and you want to be able to find gainful employment as well, you need to be a sculptor.  

Wednesday, December 18, 2013

if i only had a heart

Last Saturday was commencement for our December graduates.  If I had a heart, I would have been sad to see them go.

 At Lander, we have a capstone course for all seniors to take during their final semester.  This course prepares them to be ready to apply for jobs and enter the workforce but it also requires that they put on a senior exhibit.  This exhibit showcases some of their best work completed over the last 4 years.  As the course ends and the exhibit goes up, it also allows the students and the faculty to feel closure.  That's the capstone group up there on the night of their senior exhibit reception.  They were all feeling really good about their closure.  And that's how it should be, really.  Seniors should be thrilled about graduation.


For those who have emotions, there are often some mixed feelings about leaving.  We are a small school and a relatively small department.  We pride ourselves on being involved with the students and providing individual instruction.  And something that most people don't realize is that studio classes are twice as long as lecture classes.  This means we spend twice as much contact time with our students as other professors...and that's just in the regular class times.  We also require our students to work on projects outside of class time (a minimum of four hours per week per course).  All that means we end up spending a lot of time working with and getting to know our students.  So when these students have personalities and are outgoing, it's easy to see how you could miss them when they are gone.  

That's Ashley up there.  She came to Lander the same semester I did and she was my very first advisee.  I think I had her in four classes during these last 3 1/2 years.  She's the best student plaster mixer I've ever seen and she was the one who challenged me to play racquetball this semester.  Near the end of the semester it was obvious that while she wanted to be done with school, she was not so thrilled about leaving Sean and Katie and that she might even miss some of her most annoying professors.  I tried really hard to make her cry at graduation, but she held true to her heart of stone and never shed a tear.


Anne and Kelsey were also my advisees for the last 3 1/2 years.  They were both quiet, but they were good students and they were always smiling.  Those smiles will be missed.

Lucky for me I'm the tin man.