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While looking into more artisan cooperatives I fell upon and was very moved by this volunteer blog post from Kendra Curry:
"Last month, I taught a group of young Honduran kids how to paint. For most, it was the first time they had ever grasped a paintbrush in their hands and made it move across paper. Knowing that the mere sight of paint, in a place where even a pencil nub is hard to come by, would cause a small riot, I took this introduction in strides. By first handing out the paper, then the brushes, I tried to prepare them for the phenomenon of paint and water. However, before passing out the paint, after handing each excited kid a big wooden brush, I heard a strange sound, a sort of charged hush, that I will never forget. The kids halted their conversations. Each one held their brushes like they might dissolve if every ounce of their attention and admiration wasn’t paid to its bristles, its odd shape, how soft it felt on the arm and the cheek. Eyes were wide. The air was electric, and for those few short moments, the cinderblock school floated in the sky, above the poor, rural Cangrejal River Valley. The humble classroom filled with the sound of kids looking at the brushes in their hands, the sound of kids trying their dry brushes on skin for the first time, the sound of waiting for paint. This sound is what motivates me."
Dan Keane and Kendra Curry volunteered with Un Mundo in Honduras November 2004-April 2005
"Last month, I taught a group of young Honduran kids how to paint. For most, it was the first time they had ever grasped a paintbrush in their hands and made it move across paper. Knowing that the mere sight of paint, in a place where even a pencil nub is hard to come by, would cause a small riot, I took this introduction in strides. By first handing out the paper, then the brushes, I tried to prepare them for the phenomenon of paint and water. However, before passing out the paint, after handing each excited kid a big wooden brush, I heard a strange sound, a sort of charged hush, that I will never forget. The kids halted their conversations. Each one held their brushes like they might dissolve if every ounce of their attention and admiration wasn’t paid to its bristles, its odd shape, how soft it felt on the arm and the cheek. Eyes were wide. The air was electric, and for those few short moments, the cinderblock school floated in the sky, above the poor, rural Cangrejal River Valley. The humble classroom filled with the sound of kids looking at the brushes in their hands, the sound of kids trying their dry brushes on skin for the first time, the sound of waiting for paint. This sound is what motivates me."
Dan Keane and Kendra Curry volunteered with Un Mundo in Honduras November 2004-April 2005
