PRIMER to the Ciscle Method of Teaching

By Melani N. Douglass

George according to student evaluations

He opened up the classes' minds

but did not fill them with the wisdom of the answer.

There wasn't one.

 

He made us aware that life is complex,

that people have feelings.

We changed.

 

By changing we learned, for learning is but a change.

 

––Gary Ciany, Student of George Ciscle

Class Evaluation for Language and Human Behavior at Cardinal Gibbons High School

November 5, 1970

George according to administrative evaluations

George didn't use a chalkboard

and didn't follow a textbook.

 

He ignored curricula questions

and left his assignments open-ended.

 

He allowed his students to talk too much.

 

His lectures weren't circular;

they weren't linear either.

 

There were too many different ways to solve the same problem.

 

No objective to start the class,

no conclusion to end it.

 

He wasn't preparing students

for the structures found elsewhere in life.

 

––Class Evaluations for George, 1970 - 1986

There are many ways that a teacher can evaluate themselves. Two most common ways are to review evaluations from students and administration.  Throughout his 16-year career in secondary education, George's evaluations were inundated with critiques from administration and praise from his students. As a student of George's––and as someone who also pursued a career in education before being introduced to curatorial practice through Exhibition Development Seminar (EDS) –– I find the space between the criticisms from administration and the praise from students quite fascinating and relatable. Some of the most innovative teachers I ever worked with shared this experience and it is a shame that like George, many of them leave the traditional classroom to create new frontier.

It makes me wonder if this paradox is a portal to innovation. For George, the praise and criticism are a prologue to the great volume of work that George would create, curate, and instill in others. They are signs of hope for what teaching can be. They are a reminder that the most rewarding path is often the least understood.

This is true for education, and for art

REVIEW

educate, from educere ("to lead, to draw out")

curator, from cūrāre ("to take care of") 

––Latin roots of English, various sources

 

Art, for him––and I know this for a fact––is a channel of Grace. 

––Dale Edward Fern, Division of the Humanities, Mount Saint Agnes College

Reference to Br. William Abel. Principal at Cardinal Gibbons High School

May 31, 1969

 

I believe that in our hearts, or in our subconscious, all of us pick up on people who are fully open: open in the way that they listen to you when you speak, recognize the emotional terrain where you lay your words, and meet you in that same scape when you can't find an articulate path through. We pick up on people who deny obscurity: artists who de-mystify themselves, at the risk of gross oversimplification, for the reward of real intimacy with others. We pick up on people who respect that we are bound up in each other: who bring a holistic awareness with them to whatever field, task, project, or interaction that awaits them. I believe that these qualities, more than any certificate or tenure, make for the greatest teachers, and inextricably, the greatest people.

George taught me to dream up, believe in, and build out a nomadic museum, which treats family as the art that anyone who has curated love for their son knows it to be.

From his innate ability to see the future of a person or an idea, reaching beyond the templative schools of thought that we are taught, I learned to disassociate singular impact from singular place, to think in clouds and not in lines, to treat everyone as my teacher and no one as my principal. To derive one thousand B's from one A, to challenge all things except my own belief that people are meant to be connected together.

I learned to blur the lines between place and feeling, object and art, verb and noun. I learned that the act of education can be a museum, that spirituality is an honest conversation, that immensity can be held in a child's hands, and that the endless derivatives of community are the most enduring thing that we can make.

 

George didn't teach theater or visual arts––it was never about that. But he was teaching the day I met him, and has been ever since.

 

●      What should be on the chalkboard?

●      What will you need to hear tomorrow?

●      Where do your dreams come from? 

●      How many lines are in a laugh?

●      How many nickels away are we?

●      What isn't in the box?

●      Who are we if there is not box?

●      Where do we go from here?

 

Take note.

 

Melani N. Douglass

Mēlani N. Douglass is a socially engaged artist whose life and practice are rooted in rituals of healing informed by ancestral and communal connections. Her work explores individual and collective lineage as a repository of solutions for modern times. She is the founder of the award-winning Family Arts Museum -- a migratory institution focused on the celebration of family as fine art, home as curated space, and community as gallery. She formerly served as the director of public programs at the National Museum of Women in the Arts. Her work has been highlighted by the New York Times, Atlas Obscura, Shondaland, BmoreArt, Baltimore Magazine, Artnet, and National Geographic.

Special thanks to Grace Marie DeWitt (she/they), an artist and arts coordinator in the D.C.-area. DeWitt considers the emotional potency of materials using installation, drawing, photography, and video. She believes that all matter is part of a great thriving and great coping in this life, and seeks a visual language to service this connectivity. DeWitt works with the National Museum of Women in the Arts (Washington, D.C.) in national and international programming and supports the museum's Women to Watch exhibitions. She also manages exhibitions at THE PALLET RACK, an experimental 24-sq. ft. exhibition space inside Material Things (North Brentwood, MD). Her studio is located in Brentwood, MD. gracemariedewitt.com