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Art in the time of cholera

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As an art teacher of 13 years, I knew that art could bring joy, yet I couldn't help but wonder, "could art bring joy in the time of cholera?"  At a time when the priorities of food, water, shelter and medicine are dire and when the future seems dismal does a week of whimsical art making, face painting and dance parties seem reasonable? The short answer: YES! 

The week was spent moving between the Wings over Haiti school, working with kids in neighboring tent cities, the Angels of Light orphanage and with pediatric patients at Medishare and they were thrilled when we arrived with our speaker system bumping and our bags bulging with art supplies.  From origami cranes that hung over the patients beds to sketch books filled with mini-masterpieces, every child enjoyed the much needed week of whimsy.  Parents, teachers and caregivers couldn't help but join in on the dancing and doodling too. In the end, we were completely convinced that it is not enough to just survive with the basic needs met, but it is vital to survive with culture, happiness and spirit intact. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We are happy to report that our program was so well received that we were unable to meet all the requests from various programs.  So, we are already planning another trip in late summer 2011.  We hope to continue to share a creative outlet with as many children as possible. Thank you to all of you who made this first trip a reality. ART LIVES in Haiti!!!

Jenni

 

Our story featured in the Santa Cruz Sentinel

We met with Shanna McCord of The Santa Cruz Sentinel yesterday as we packed up our 10 allotted suitcases with all of the art and medical supplies. It was a tricky balancing act trying to get the suitcases to just the right weight, and still be taking what we need. We started the day with a champagne toast and ended it with two packed suitcases each totalling exactly 70 pounds between the two. After Shanna left, we toyed around with when we thought the article would print. To our surprise it ran today (the next day.) So, THANK YOU Shanna. 

It’s crazy, We’ve already gotten a response from a local Santa Cruz vendor wanting to donate candles to our cause. Carry-on Perhaps?

To check out the article, check out the following link;

http://www.santacruzsentinel.com/localnews/ci_16996870

 

Filming on a Rainy Day

I must admit, I'm not a fan of being videotaped or having my picture taken but this was all in the name of HOPE Art. So the four of us (we missed you Julie!) met at Austin Hill's abode, which also doubles as his studio to capture some video of us pre-trip. The guy on the left holding the big camera is Austin.

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In the end it was pretty harmless. We sat around the table and discussed the schedule, status on open task items, cool Creole iPhone apps and we even practiced folding oragami birds. The paper birds will be hung by fishing wire around the pediatric inpatient center at Project MediShare.

We tried to flush out some logistics around trying to hold activities with 100-150 children at once. See, our initial plan was to work with children in the tent camps, which then expanded into working with the school,  Wings Over Haiti, and Project MediShare, yet we still wanted to hold true to our promise of bringing art to the tent camp kids. So we've devised a few different ideas that involve music, painting, ribbons and dancing. You'll have ot wait for the photos and videos.

On the ground in Haiti, we're planning on capturing as much footage as we feasibly can given our equipment and availability to recharge them. The plan is to put together a piece to show the importance of helping Haiti and why we're doing what we're doing. We'll be armed with digital cameras, disposables, old and new SLRs, a flip or two, compact cameras, and of course our iPhones. We should all be amazing videographers by the end of the trip. Luckily we have our own Melissa (aka Meems or Mimi Cake), idealist and photographer to capture all the little moments. We'll also be meeting up with someone we haven't met yet, but know we'll love her, Michel Marrion who is a photographer as well. Also heard she's pretty good at camera work.

I have a special surprise for our donors, which will be revealed when the video comes out so you'll just have to be patient and wait.

AL

Giving thanks … especially for the little things

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Thanksgiving is only a few days away. The grocery stores are overflowing with 20 and 30 pounds of that white meat that we try so meticulously not to "dry out", fresh cranberries (one of my favorites of Thanksgiving) and sweet right-out-of-the-oven warm apple and pumpkin pies. People are making plans to spend the day with family, preparing side dishes, tossing around footballs or just relaxing on a national holiday weekend.

I'm preparing some stuffing for a gathering of friends, which will be accompanied by a big deep-fried turkey. My mouth is watering just thinking about it. But, as I make my stuffing this year, I will be thinking about all that I'm thankful for, even in the little things.

It's so easy for us to take for granted electricty, running clean water, sanitation, garbage being picked up… the list is endless. I'll be thinking of how the people of Haiti, the poorest country on this side of the western hemisphere, and how something simple like drinking water is still not a daily reality. I'll imagine what it's like for them, to eat every few days with food that they need to count on others to provide for.

The ladies of HOPE Art met last Sunday night and we began going over some logistics in more detail. As we dove into the fun part – the activities – it became clear to us after some feedback from our Wings Over Haiti contact, Melissa McMullan, that we would need think very thoroughly about our resources – or lack thereof.

At the school, they use laminated paper in which to draw or write alphabets, which can be erased and doesn't create any waste. They do this because there is already so much trash in Haiti, with no where to go.

Drawing

Instead of cutting and pasting craft projects, now we are looking at face painting or drawing on a single piece of canvas, which we can roll up and take back with us. It makes me a little sad that the kids can't keep their art, but it also makes me smile knowing how we'll brighten their day and exercise the right side of their brains. I want to learn how to say to these kids in their native Creole, as my good friend and fellow HOPE Art'ist Melissa Schilling would say, "I believe in you".

Amanda

How Julie got to Haiti

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n order to get to how I ended up in Haiti, I have to back up a few years. The summer of '85 was a happy one for my parents… I'd like to think. I was born a happy healthy baby in central California.  A few short years later my mom and dad divorced, only to get remarried to others not long after that. My step-dad had a job down in Florida, so my mom, older sister and I moved down there. We were a church going family, and the congregation that we attended had multiple services. A few years after attending that church, we started going to a service after our regular one. Strangely it was in a language I didn't understand, and most of the members were of a different race than I.  Turns out that these warm inviting people were Haitians.  It wasn't long after that, that my parents told my sister and I, "We're moving to Haiti"

My step-dad had gotten a job at the international school as a guidance counselor.  My mom didn't have a job set up, but always accepting what may come, she knew that something would happen for her. In June of '93 we left our empty house on the golf course, and headed to Miami International Airport. Upon landing, I had no idea what life was going to hand me. The first difference I noticed was there was no tube extending from the airport to the plane. We stepped out to onto the tarmac and the heat and humidity blasted us like stepping foot into a steam room at the gym. We made our way through getting visas to the country, and proceeded to baggage claim.

Now to you and me, baggage claim is an orderly wait til the turntables power up. Then most of the time everyone around is polite enough to let you get your bags and then move on.  This was a completely different story.  Everyone is crowding the one turntable in the place. Not only do you fight to get your bag, but you must also beware of the "taxi" drivers who are so eager to help you get your bags. They aren't there to steal them, just to get you in their car. Here's the bonus. 99% of the people flying into Haiti aren't white. If you're a white person… You have money.  Not only are you the prime target for all of the "taxi" drivers, but also for the customs agents. White folks are known to bring aide down to Haiti. Whether it is ok for you to bring an item into the country, solely rests on whether the customs agent thinks they can sell it. Now don't get me wrong, not every single person you come in contact with is a corrupt individual. Most aren't.  Many of these people are trying to find ways to put some semblance of food on the table for their family that night.

We made it though the airport and customs then finally got into a "taxi." Down in Haiti, you could call a cab a taxi, but the most common word used is "taptap." The taptaps are crammed to max capacity, and then driven in a general direction. When you've reached close to where you want to go, you simply put your hand out the closest window and "tap(more like bang)" on the side of the car. There are no running meters in the car. The driver will tell you how much the ride was. Something to remember, if you're white it is key to have bartering skills.

We made it to our destination; a four story apartment building. We were the new tenants of the 4th floor apartment. Most of our belongings were shipped separately from us, so we had little to call our own that first night. Getting to sleep was relatively easy for my sister and I sharing one room. It was an entirely different story for my parents. They had a "bahhhing" goat directly 4 stories down from their open window. It was too hot to keep the windows closed. Why not turn on the AC? 99.9999% of places down there don't have air conditioning. Reason being… not that it takes up too much electricity to pay for, but for the simple fact that there is no electricity to run it.