Abstract
Recounting an experience that he had while researching the drawing practice of a three-year-old student, Anna, the author of this article attempts to linger with those subtle yet potent values that he and she accumulated over time and that they elected to remember, curate, wield, and ultimately fashion toward one another in order to institute the kind of change, resistance, understanding, and affirmation that was desired from one moment to the next. In doing so, the author of this article leverages into play an incessant questioning of how and why one’s pedagogical composition materializes and the extent to which it concerns itself with everyday life.
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