Friday, February 13, 2009

The Importance of Mentoring and Teaching

The Importance of Mentoring and Teaching


I have had the honor of being mentored by two people in my life time. Both were professional and well educated people who came to me and offered to volunteer their time to mentor and make an investment in me because they saw the value in doing so. One was a Manager at the National Council on Compensation Insurance who was my boss and the other was a former Sunday School Teacher.

Both took the time to spend time with me, encourage my strengths, work on my weaknesses and enable me to be a better leader, speaker, programmer, encourager and eventually, a mentor to others.

My former Manager at the National Council had an interest in mentoring, it was something he grew into and loved doing. He had a gift for it, a gift that not many people have. Little did I know at the time but he fostered a desire in me to mentor and help others later on in life, just as he did me. I have found over the years, the most rewarding times I have had in my career have been the times when a co-worker needed my help to get up to speed on something and I was able to help them and give them the answer they need and help educate them. It was rewarding to share that knowledge and a pleasant surprise that I had enough knowledge to even help someone else. Knowledge is something that is growing and changing so fast these days due to technology. Therefore, the need for educators and good mentors is growing just as fast.

I can still remember the names of all my teachers in grade school and high school and even some in college. From Kindergarten to college, I can remember the teachers that were wonderful and I counted as friends. I also remember the teachers that were absolutely awful and would even embarrass you in class for no other reason than to be just plain out cruel. You never forget those comments and you never forget the names of those teachers. If I could go back to school and visit them, some I would like to take out to lunch, others I would like to take my foot and kick as far as I can send them.

It is a huge, huge responsibility to be a Teacher or Mentor. Because whether you realize it or not, the lives you touch, the Students you impact, you will mold and shape for the rest of their lives. As a Teacher, you may not always feel appreciated for the work that you do. Your students may not always put an apple on your desk, may never say 'thank you' for all you have taught them, but rest assured, your students will remember you. They will remember how you made them feel and they will remember if you took the time to speak to them and smile at them and be their friend or scowl at them and make a crude comment to make them feel small.

When I look back over all the teachers I had over the years, including my two mentor friends, I can recall the things that made the good teachers good and the bad teachers just plain awful. Truthfully, what made the good teachers 'good' were the simple fact that they cared about their students and loved what they were doing, so naturally they were good at the technique of conveying and communicating that information and it came easy for them.

What made the bad teachers absolutely awful is the fact that they were moody, they were mean, and they simply did not care about their students and it showed. It showed very well. Even an animal can sense if you love them or not. How much more a child. I even had one math teacher in grade school tell an entire class after showing us something on the board, 'well if you dont understand, you don't understand' and left us hanging. What she failed to understand was it was her job to help us understand and she had failed in doing so.

I may not remember everything that my mentors taught me and it is impossible to remember everything I learned in school over the years, but what I do remember well is the faces and names of the teachers who cared enough to say hello to me, smile at me, offer a word of encouragement and make me feel special. In doing so, they showed they were human beings too and approachable and that they wanted me to succeed as a student and eventually, in life. They encouraged me to ask questions and did not make me feel stupid or small when I did. There were some teachers who did make me feel small. I even had one teacher who made a snide comment, causing the other students to laugh at my expense. I remember that moment well, mostly because one of my best friends in class had the courage to stand up for me and say 'hey Rick, dont feel bad, I was getting ready to ask the same question". My teacher just sat their in silence looking at the floor with her jaw clenched. You could hear a pin drop for all the class to hear how very small of a person she was.

We have all heard the old saying, ""Give a man a fish and you have fed him for today. Teach a man HOW to fish and he can feed himself for a lifetime." I do not think people often realize just what an important task it is to teach the children and adults of today. It is a big calling and yet many are not suited for it, even those that are currently employed as Teachers. There are some that would make the world a better place by stepping down and allowing someone better to take their place.

To teach a man to fish, is to literally teach him the best techniques, methods and tools to use but also teach him the value in doing so. We could teach that man to collect welfare, live off of others and lie and cheat his way through life. That seems to be what our society has come to. Yet no one has to be taught to do that. We all do that quite well on our own, some do it so often they dont even realize they are lying or cheating. Others see it, but they do not.

A good teacher will see this and take the time to correct you and change your life forever. There is one teacher that lived on this earth who excelled at doing this, his name was Jesus. His teachings are still changing lives and will continue to do so forever.

The need to teach values and have positive role models and mentors is such a need and yet there are so few people who are up to the call to do it. When you take the time to teach or mentor or invest in yourself in the life of a child, it will always have a positive result. You may not ever see the results of your labor until years down the road or you may never see the results at all, but eventually that student will look back and remember the time you took to spend with them and relish that time spent.

How do I know this? How can I be so sure? Because I am "that student". I remember well the time, energy, hope, joy and friendship that came from those mentors and the teachers that made the effort to show that they cared. I remember seeing them smile from a distance when I got up to speak for the first time in front of a large group of people. I remember the letters they wrote to give praise for the work I have done for a mutual employer. I still have those letters and whenever I need a word of encouragement, I go to those letters and read them again and again.

I never imagined I would want to become a teacher for a career. However, when I look back at my career and the people in it that have made a difference, I could not imagine a more higher calling or profession I would enjoy. I realized this one night just by having dinner with some friends. I sat next to my friend's 13 year old daughter, who I had never met before in my life. I did not know my friends family
but as I talked to them at the dinner table, I turned to the daughter and asked, "so what are you taking in school?" Just listening to her and the enthusiasm she had for her classes, sparked more conversation and I found what a joy it was to hear the hopes and dreams of a child who had her whole life ahead of her and was excited about it. It gave me energy and enthusiasm, just by listening to hers.

Later on that week, my friend and the mother of that little girl called me to say what a great time she had at dinner. She then proceeded to thank me for taking the time to speak with her daughter and make her feel important. What a small investment to make and what a great return it produced.

During my college years, I taught an 8th. grade Sunday school at my local church. There were some kids in my class that were model students that were well behaved and listened, others that could not sit still longer than 3 minutes and others that were distant and cold. The most rewarding experience for me that year was seeing one student in particular that was distant and unfriendly who became a wonderful friend and would smile and laugh every time he saw me. What made that change? I took the time to speak to him and make him feel he was important. I found that the most important thing I did for my students was to listen to them and be there for them. I hope years from now they will remember those times and that when they grow up, they will do the same. Not just for their students, but for their children, their wives and their friends.

What a difference we can make, if we just care enough to try and try to show that we care. The time and emotional investment you make, will pay off in ways you could never imagine.

Tuesday, February 03, 2009

What happens to your paintings once they are sold?

What happens to your paintings once they are sold?


As an Artist, Photographer or creative person, one has to often wonder what happens to your creation once it "leaves the nest" and finds a new home.

I have often wondered what happens to my paintings and art prints that are sold online and at galleries. I often wonder how long these treasures last on someone's wall. Do they end up in someone's attic, get tossed away or are they handed down as
treasures from one generation to the next?

I was able to experience first hand what happens to one of my paintings that I ended up selling not once, but twice. So here is the paper trail and story of my painting called "Another Day".

I had a friend in college that once said to me, "I want to buy one of your paintings", so I was happy and honored with her request and sold her my painting called "Another Day" of a vibrant sunset over the ocean. I sold it to her at a good price and gave her a 'friend discount'. A year later I was over her apartment and I did not see my painting any where. So I asked her, "so...what did you do with that painting you bought?" She showed it to me. It was under her bed collecting dust. And when I say "dust", I don't mean your usual dust that comes from sunlight, I am talking dust bunnies that could get up and jump across the room they were so big. I tried to keep my composure but I was horrified. I then asked my friend since she was through with this painting, if I could buy it back from her. She told me I could have it.

So I took my painting home, literally vacuumed the dust off of it and touched it up with acrylic paint since it was an original acrylic painting. It looked brand new again. I even re-matted it and put it in a nice frame, giving it a new life.

A few months later, one of my college professors approached me and said she was looking for some art work for her wall. I showed her some photographs of my work and lo and behold, the painting "Another Day" caught her eye.

I brought it in and showed it to her and she loved it. "It looks better in life than it does in the photograph" she said. She then told me that she would write me a check and she did not care if the school paid for it or not.

I never will forget when I hung that painting on her wall, the look of happiness and contentment on her face. She sat at her desk and stared into that painting and just smiled, as though she was lost in it and literally sitting at that beach watching that sunset. As I was talking to her and saw the look of peace and contentment on her face, I just laughed and said "I'll leave you two alone" and at that point left her office for her to enjoy her new painting.

It is moments like these when you can say your work as an Artist is done, to create something that brings some joy and happiness into someone else's life.
I was glad also that my painting found a new home where someone could appreciate it and enjoy it a little bit longer than its previous owner did. And yet, if you can create something that brings someone joy for a moment, a year or a life time, then
your work has made a difference and brought some joy into someone's life. My hope is that legacy will continue, even long after I am gone.

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

South to Southwest Art Exhibit in Richmond, Virginia

South to Southwest Art Exhibit in Richmond, Virginia





Richmond Native and Artist Rick Short will be returning to Richmond, Virginia for the month of February to do a one man Art Exhibit at the Cultural Center at Glen Allen's Slantwall gallery. The Exhibit entitled "South To SouthWest: Paintings and Photography from Virginia to California" showcase Rick's
Acrylic paintings and Photography created in the last 20 years.

Brief description of the work – Acrylic and watercolor paintings of rural life in Virginia, forces of nature and Southwest Art including photographs from Central Florida to Central California.

Rick began painting seascapes and marine art as a young teen but as an adult has focused more recently on southwestern art. “I feel my passion when I was younger was painting boats, seascapes and the ocean where now the desert and rural life in America has captured my interest more and you will notice that in this show and
see the transition from sea to dry land in this exhibit and other shows I will be doing out west. That is what the theme of this show is about. There are many images of the rural west that are starting to disappear as cities grow and those lost images are something I wanted to capture and document as those images were what this
country was built upon and still what makes us who we are today.”


The Cultural Center At Glen Allen, Virginia

Business Hours: 9am-8pm, Monday-Thursday

9am-5pm, Friday

12-5pm, Saturday & Sunday

804-261-ARTS (2787)

2880 Mountain Road, Glen Allen 23060

info@artsglenallen.com

http://www.artsglenallen.com/

Artist's website address: www.ScenicEarth.com













Richmond, Virginia, Glen Allen, Art Show, Acrylic painting, art, Henrico County, Artist Rick Short

Friday, January 25, 2008

The Land of Plenty


The Land of Plenty

Someone once said, "A picture is worth a thousand words". As a Photographer and Painter, I have found that is often the case. However, I have also found that over the years in taking the pictures I have taken and paintings the paintings I have painted, that there is always a story behind each picture. A story that needs to be told. So I have found myself turning into a bit of a storyteller.

The series of pictures you see entitled 'The Land of Plenty' have a story behind them as well. This series of photographs is a tribute to my step dad, Hersie and the labor of his hands that have turned a once boring flat piece of ground into the flowering garden that you see in this series of photographs and soon to be paintings.

When my mother approached me and told me she might be getting married soon, some 30 odd years after my father passed away, I was glad that she finally found someone that made her happy and she could build a home with.

The first time I really got to spend any time with my step dad, it was a Thanksgiving weekend at our old house. Growing up, I spent time chopping firewood, raking leaves and constantly cutting the grass and doing yard work. So when I came home to visit my parents after years of living in Florida, I did what I normally did growing up, which was to help with chores including raking leaves. Hersie, my step dad, saw me working in the front yard by myself and grabbed a rake to help without saying a word.

Our front yard was a huge sloping hill that was covered in leaves. We worked for half the day raking up leaves and Hersie helped me all day without even breaking a sweat. What amazed me about this was here was a man who was at the time, 77 years old, who never broke a sweat, never complained or said he was too tired. He worked diligently right alongside with me until our front yard had returned to its bright green color of fresh grass, instead of yard filled with leaves and twigs.

The following Christmas, my parents came to Florida to visit me to enjoy the warm weather and spend some time together. I took my parents shopping at the Millennia Mall in Orlando. In the center of the mall, there are reclining sofas and chairs for people to sit in while their loved ones shop. Hersie and I found a relaxing couch to sit on while waiting for my mom and as we sat down, my step dad turned to me and said, 'Maybe we'll get to see a good movie walk by'. I did a double take hearing my step dad say this and laughed out loud. I thought then, 'this man is hilarious'.

As I got to spend more time with Hersie, I got to know more about his character. He was silent and did not say much, kind of like me. But he always smiled, always was encouraging and everyone that met him likes him. He never says an unkind word, he is never in a bad mood, he reads his bible every night and his strength comes from his walk with God. I wish everyone could meet my step dad. Every daughter needs a father like this, every son needs a dad like this. If you could just spend time with him, you would know what I am talking about. There is just a spirit about him of peace, quiet strength and dignity that you just don’t always find in today's society.

My step dad is frail now and 87 years old. This past Thanksgiving and Christmas he suffered several strokes and is encountering memory loss. Old age is catching up with him. When I took these pictures of him last year after watching him work in his garden that blossomed into a farm, I knew then he was getting up in years and would not be here much longer. I wanted to capture these images for my mom to enjoy but also to share with others who may otherwise never get to meet my step dad.

I wish more men were like my step dad, if they were, the world would be a different place. If you could spend time with him, you would know what I am talking about. There is a radiance that comes from his countenance and a silent strength that he carries. You can sense it. In his youth, he was a Marine in the armed forces and worked as a funeral director as his career. His life may not sound spectacular or exciting but sitting back and watching how he has transformed my mother's life and my family, the people he influences and spending time with him, there is something about him that stands out.

Years ago, My parents sold the house I grew up in and moved across town to a little one story rancher with about 3 to 4 acres of land. The house was old and unimpressive and I did not think my mom would be happy relocating from the 3-story home my father built for her into this little humble house. It was smaller and less room for sure.

However, as I came to visit over the years, a strange thing occurred. This little house grew and expanded exponentially. First they remodeled the kitchen with a showroom quality kitchen, then they added on a 'Florida room' with glass doors, an extra bathroom for my mom and then, the house doubled in size when they took the upstairs attic and turned it into a loft complete with wooden floors, skylights, bathroom, a sectional sofa, walk in closets. I wanted to move back home. Well, just for the holidays.
I was amazed at what my parents were accomplishing in their golden years. The 3 acres of land that was once flat grassland and weeds over time turned into a farm and an outdoor nursery with every kind of flowering plant, hanging baskets, bird feeders, and a garden that over time grew into a farm. The place is like a mini sanctuary bustling with food producing plants, vegetables and flowers that allow them to live off the land.

This is what I refer to when I entitled this series of pictures, 'The Land of Plenty'. To see the handy-work of my parents in their golden years and what they are doing is pretty phenomenal and they are having a blast. There is quite a message here and a moral to this story.

Quite a few lessons come to mind including 'Good things come to those who wait'. 'Hard work and perseverance pay off', and 'hope for us all'. You know what I mean.

In closing, I have to say what a difference this man has made in my family's life. To see how God turned tragedy into something so amazing. I still remember when my father passed away. I was just two years old. I never knew him except from the stories that my mother told me about him.

So, I am passing on that legacy and telling you about my step dad through stories and pictures. This is his legacy. This country was built by people like him. People who worked hard to raise food, turn an ugly, shabby little house into a castle and turn a lonely old woman and her adult boys into a family once again or give them some remembrance of what a family could be and used to be.

My mom and dad have never attended an art gallery or art show or been impressed by those kinds of things. This series of pictures that I have put together are going on tour at an Art Gallery just down the street from them. I have been honored to be accepted to do a one man Art show that this piece will be in. It is my hope to share this picture and story so that his legacy will live on, years after he is gone and hopefully inspire other men, women, sons and daughters alike at art galleries across the country so that his legacy may live on a little bit longer to bless and inspire others who hear about the man called Hersie, my step dad.

Thursday, January 24, 2008

My Upcoming Art Shows and Tour Schedule - Winter 2008


January 27th, 2008, Orlando, Florida - Lake Eola Art Farm Group Show, Downtown Lake Eola. Sponsored by the City Arts Factory of Orlando, FL

February 5th. - 29th., 2008, Richmond, Virginia - The Glen Allen Cultural Center, Slantwall Gallery - One Man Show "South to Southwest – Paintings and Photography from Virginia to California by Artist Rick Short"

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

The Photo of the Week - Bobcat Portrait



"Seeing Eye to Eye"


I photographed this Bobcat while visiting an Animal Wildlife Rehab center in Central Florida while just standing inches away from this Adult Bobcat. She was not afraid of people but gave a good growl that said this was her territory and she was not going to budge.

This portrait is available for sale and can be bid on at www.ebay.com. For other print sizes, prices or inquiries, just contact me directly here at www.ScenicEarth.com.


Lynx, Bobcat, Wildlife, Wildlife Photography, Wild cats, Animal photography

Saturday, December 15, 2007

The Painting of the week - Risen As He said


"Risen As He Said"



About this Painting - This Print is from an original painting that was created using both acrylic and watercolor paints in 1999. This familiar scene of the three empty crosses on Mount Calvary is symbolic of not only Jesus's death but his ressurection from the dead three days later.

I was actually commissioned to do this painting by some co-workers at the National Council On Compensation Insurance back in 1999. Some co-workers who were Christians came to me and wanted to have a background image of the three crosses on Calvary for a booth about Christmas and Easter and why we celebrate it. This picture was seen as soon as visitors and workers came into the front lobby of the building for about a month and was seen by hundreds and maybe even thousands of people for several months during the Easter season. It was a rare thing and a blessing to be able to showcase what the birth and ressurection of Jesus Christ is about and be able to display it at work.

I painted this painting in just a few days and prayed over it and the Lord helped me come up with the idea and presentation of this painting.

I wanted to illustrate a bible verse along with this painting and the most fitting one that came to mind was Matthew 28:6, "He is not here: for he is risen, as he said...". Not only did Jesus come to die for our sins both past, future and present but He overcame hell, death and the grave. He did just what He said He would do, He arose from the grave 3 days after He died and descended into Hell to defeat satan and even show those that have died before Him that He is Lord. He defeated the works of the enemy of our soul and by Him we can come to have an eternal relationship with Jesus in Heaven.

This painting is a reminder that the cross was not the end of Jesus but a symbol of His love for all of mankind.

The original painting is still available for purchase and come double matted, framed under plexiglas for $375.00. Prints in various sizes can also be purchased from 5" x 7" prints up to 20" x 30" and can be purchased online here at
http://www.scenicearth.com/Risen.asp


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