GUEST BLOG: Zines and things
Volunteer graphic design specialist Kaysha updates on her recent experiences at our Piet Patsa Community Arts Centre in the Free State.
It was in my second week at Dramatic Need, my workshops were going well as the kids and I started to get more comfortable with each other. After our first week of introductions to each other and the graphic design world we started making our zines, or homemade magazines. Using the design principals we talked about in the first week the kids had to define a message, as well as the audience they wanted to speak to via their zines.
Now that I had found my feet and got into the groove of things, Operations Manager Beth had arranged with one of the schools for me to go in and help with the visual arts class. The teacher, is actually a Sesotho teacher, but also took the art classes in the absence of any trained art teachers. Not an easy task, I was more than happy to help out however I could.
Beth and I arrived ahead of the lesson in time for what I assumed would be a briefing on the lesson plan and to work out how best I could help. The teacher handed me the visual arts text book and explained the lesson I would be teaching was the first one of the term for grade 8s.
‘Oh, I’m not a trained teacher’ I explained 'I’m a designer. I’d love to help with the lesson though’.
In my mind I would be wandering between students helping them individually with the art works they were creating while she guided the lesson from the front.
'That’s OK if you’re not a teacher, I can support you with the class if you need me to…’
I look at Beth terrified. Surely the teacher didn’t think I would be leading the class? There’s two minutes until 60 students arrive. It’s the first time I have looked at the text book and I’ve never taught more than my workshops before.
Beth steps in; 'Oh no, Kaysha is actually designer, not a teacher’
'That’s OK…’
'Kaysha is really just here to help you, she’s not a teacher…’
'That’s OK, I can support her with the lesson if she needs me to’.
Beth and I look at each other, panic in our eyes. The students are arriving. I’m suddenly piping hot, my mind is blank, the students are looking at us. And where is the art equipment?!
Beth steps up. Before I know it she is half way through the lesson, animatedly explaining Pop Art and it’s role in society as if it was something she did daily. There is no art practice, no paints or paper, but the kids are engaged, listening and learning, as I was. Her lesson was so good in fact that by the end I was totally absorbed by it and enjoying myself, that I completely forget I was the one who was supposed to be taking the class.
Luckily for us at the time, the lessons only last 25 minutes and it was over before we knew it. But for the kids, 25 minutes is not long enough for 60 students to get out paints and paper and clear it away even if they had them. Their art classes consist of being read at from a text book usually by a teacher who has not been trained and has no personal experience with art either. Despite this they give you their full attention and their thirst to learn is very obvious yet again. It seems so very unfair that because of a lack of the resources we take for granted in the UK these bright and willing children miss out on another opportunity to learn skills that could help them express themselves or find a passion that could give them focus and ambition.
It was one of those moments that have become more and more frequent where it struck me just how amazing work that Beth, Tatu and Dramatic Need are doing every day. Giving the kids the chance to learn about new creative outlets that they would otherwise have no access to. A chance to experiment with things they enjoy and are good at and discover possible career paths that would be otherwise unknown. And most of all the chance to express themselves in the sanctity of the Piet Pasta Arts Centre and get the personal encouragement that their teachers don’t have the time to give them, but that they each deserve so much.











