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Artists Who Stare

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  Artists who Stare into their Creative Self Vignette There is a reckoning in the soul of every artist. It begins as a tremor, a flicker of light, almost imperceptible, yet relentless in hunger. That precise moment when the artist is alone, silhouetted against the radiance of an internal inferno and stares unflinchingly into their creative self. They dwell in the space between inspiration and doubt, bathed in the glow of possibilities and tormented by the fear of mediocrity. To exceed the ordinary, the artist knows, is both a blessing and a curse. Each touch, each word, each act of creation becomes a paradox: an offering to eternity but rooted in the fleeting frailty of the present. What if they fail? What if the light within, so achingly bright, burns them to ash rather than illuminating their path? The act of creation is no longer a choice; it has become a necessity. There is no turning back. Like a lone figure before the furnace of their own making, the artist surrenders to the ...
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Ass essment - the tail that wags the dog

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Ass essment - the tail that wags the dog

Sergiovanni and Starratt (2007), assert that assessment has often been looked upon as, “the tail that wags the dog”, meaning, “what is assessed is what gets taught, which becomes or defines the curriculum” (pg. 127).  Assessment should not be something that happens after the instruction takes place for the purpose of assigning a grade, but it should be a relevant part of the teaching and learning process.

Sergiovanni, T., Starratt, R. (2007).  Supervision: A Redefinition.  Boston: McGraw Hill

We no longer have to sort
Let Universities do their own dirty work



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