Welcome!

Posted: June 28, 2014 by PJ Abode in General

Welcome to MindSpace!

MindSpace is a space committed to a meeting of minds through sharing, and by sharing we hope to form a strong sense of community that all can rely on for joy, support, and aspiration.

Roberta Wolin-Tupas has loved her long and distinguished career as a dancer, choreographer and instructor, but is particularly fired up about her latest project that has Santa Monica College students teaching elementary school children not only to dance but also to dance their curriculum.

Roberta Wolin-Tupas with Daniel Jimerson performing with R Dance Co.

SMC students who have completed The Teaching of Dance for Children certificate – a combination of Dance, Early Childhood Education and Psychology classes – do an internship at SMASH (Santa Monica Alternative School House) in Santa Monica. With the help and guidance of SMC Dance Department chair Judith Douglas, Wolin-Tupas, an adjunct dance professor on the main SMC campus and a modern dance instructor with SMC Community Education, created the program.

“SMASH is a progressive elementary school that encourages creativity and gives a lot of special attention to its students,” Wolin-Tupas said.

Recently, seven SMC student teachers were brought into the school to work with children in Kindergarten through second grades to help the youngsters dance based on subjects they have learned as well as introduce them to a variety of dance styles including modern, jazz, ballet, and Folklorico.

“The children dance every possible subject you can think of, from the solar system to life under the sea to history, art, literature and more,” Wolin-Tupas said. “In dancing, the learning of the subject is enhanced.

“The program was a complete success and SMASH has asked us to come back,” she added.

“I am thrilled at the success of our dance teacher certificate program that Roberta Wolin-Tupas created and leads,” said Dance Department Chair Douglas. “Roberta’s combination of expertise, patience and dedication is the recipe for her success. The SMC Dance Department is pleased to see this pathway to success starting with our teaching dance at SMASH to teaching over 580 fifth grade students for the entire Santa Monica Malibu Unified School District.”

Roberta Wolin-Tupas

Wolin-Tupas, a professional in the field of dance for over 40 years, has a B.A. in Literature from Reed College and M.A. in Choreography and Performance from UCLA. From 1999 to 2007, she was Producer of Marian Scott’s Spirit Dances series and was nominated for two Lester Horton Awards for Outstanding Production.

She is co-artistic director of R Dance Company and has created a large body of original, critically acclaimed modern dance works. Her choreography has been presented at Bergamot Station, Broad Stage, Highway Performance Space, Miles Playhouse, UCLA, Wilshire Ebell, California Choreographers Festival, Brand Library Modern Dance Series, and L.A. Open Festival.

Roberta Wolin-Tupas with Robert Whidbee performing with R Dance Co.

She served as co-artistic director of SMC’s Synapse Dance Theater and has presented choreography at American College Dance Association festivals. She was a faculty member at California State University, Los Angeles for 15 years and continues to teach at Glendale College, as well as SMC.

Wolin-Tupas said she is proud of her SMC students who completed their internships at SMASH. “They all do amazing and creative work with the children,” she said, “which include dance improvisations to stories, poems, songs and more. I couldn’t be happier.”

Roberta Wolin-Tupas will teach Beginning Modern Dance at SMC Community Education starting Jan. 2.

Watercolor painting instructor Tony Tran epitomizes the immigrant success story – and then some. Fleeing with his family at the age of 11 from Vietnam during the fall of Saigon in a harrowing escape, Tran and his family landed six weeks later in a small town in Northern Indiana where they would start a new life.

Tran would go on to adjust quickly to life in America, be chosen as the Valedictorian of his high school, and earn a bachelor’s degree in Urban Studies and Art History at Stanford University and a Master of Architecture degree at UCLA. He is now an architect, planner, artist, illustrator and teacher. He also plays the violin and performs in orchestra concerts with his son Thllan, also a violinist.

The following is an Tony’s account of his life as a refugee from childhood to now. You can also read an account by Tony’s parents of life in Vietnam, their escape from Vietnam and subsequent arrival in Indiana.

By Tony Tran

When my family arrived in the U.S. in the summer of 1975, we started our new lives in the small town of Mishawaka, Indiana. This quiet, suburban town in the Midwest had a totally different character from my former hometown in Viet Nam, Saigon, which was a bustling, noisy place full of energy and excitement. I was 11 years old, my brother Phong, 10, and our sister Thao, 3.

Tony Tran as a baby with his parents in Banmethuot, a small community in the Vietnam (1965).

Being 11 was a pivotal age and a critical factor in my development and experience of living in the new county. I was old enough to still remember a lot of Viet Nam, and retain its culture and language, but young enough to be able to assimilate and adapt to my new society without many problems.

Not surprisingly, learning English was a big concern at first. My brother Phong and I took English classes with a tutor during the summer of 1975 before starting school. I started 6th grade that fall. I was the only Vietnamese kid in school, so I learned English quickly. That first winter was very severe, with record breaking snows and blizzards – quite a shock for us coming from the tropical, humid climate of South-east Asia. I remember how hard it was for us to wake up early to go catch the school bus when it was freezing cold and still dark outside, and how happy we were on some mornings finding out on the radio that school was closed due to snow conditions.

Socially, my adolescent teen age years had its share of ups and downs, some of which were normal and typical for all confused teenagers all around the world, while others were compounded by the fact that I was from Viet Nam, and therefore “different” at the onset, no matter how hard I tried to become “American.”

Academically, I did quite well, eventually becoming valedictorian for my high school class. Television, books and movies also helped in my smooth transition, as did my interest in popular music. When I was 16 years old, I attended a powerful, 4 hour long Bruce Springsteen rock concert at Notre Dame University in South Bend. That inspiring concert has been one of the central moments of my life, and I have remained a life-long fan of this artist’s work.

My experience was largely determined by my age, and where we lived in the U.S. Since there were so few Vietnamese people in Indiana at that time, I went through a period of very rapid assimilation and Americanization during my middle school and high school years.

After our family moved to San Diego, California, and I began university at Stanford and later in graduate school at UCLA, I started to rediscover and explore my Vietnamese roots. The fact that there is a large Vietnamese community in California – indeed, the largest outside Viet Nam – helped me in the process of reclaiming my native heritage. Probably being more mature also had something to do with it. My rediscovery of my Vietnamese roots came full circle when I came back to Viet Nam to marry my wife Trang (Emily).

After attending Stanford and UCLA where I earned a Master’s degree in Architecture, I began to work at the firm of Moore Ruble Yudell Architects & Planners (MRY) based in Santa Monica, in 1990. One of my favorite local buildings is the Santa Monica Public Library, designed by MRY. Currently I am Project Architect at the firm of Egan Simon Architecture (ESA) in Playa del Rey, working on diverse interesting projects, many of which are in the public sector including affordable housing for families, housing for seniors and the homeless, and several projects for the Los Angeles Unified School District.

A watercolor painting of St. Monica’s Church in Santa Monica, by Tony Tran. 

I am lucky to have been able to find a career that combines several of my passions – drawing, illustration, art, history, urban design, travel, work cultures, the environment. In 2006, I successfully became a licensed architect in California, and afterwards, joined the American Institute of Architects (AIA). My younger brother and sister have also achieved successful, fulfilling lives and careers in their adopted homeland. Phong attended UC Berkeley and worked for the Red Cross in India. He is now working at the Library of Congress in Washington DC. Thao has followed her interest in fashion design and is now co-partner of a highly regarded firm based in Los Angeles.

I consider myself very fortunate to have had such a rich, cross-cultural experience. Psychologically and emotionally, I am now comfortable being both Vietnamese and American, and can easily switch back and forth between these spheres. In December 2006, we took our 7- year old son Thilan back on a memorable trip to all 3 regions in Viet Nam (North, Central and South), and in October 2007, I took him to his first rock concert – performed by Bruce Springsteen. So I hope that my son would also learn to appreciate and be able to put his unique, diverse background to positive and meaningful. I wonder how similar or typical my family’s refugee experience has been compared to those other immigrants of our generation.

November 10, 2007, updated on December 3, 2017
Tony Tran, AIA

 

Watercolor painting instructor Tony Tran epitomizes the immigrant success story – and then some. Fleeing with his family at the age of 11 from Vietnam during the fall of Saigon in a harrowing escape, Tran and his family landed six weeks later in a small town in Northern Indiana where they would start a new life.

Tran would go on to adjust quickly to life in America, be chosen as the Valedictorian of his high school, and earn a bachelor’s degree in Urban Studies and Art History at Stanford University and a Master of Architecture degree at UCLA. He is now an architect, planner, artist, illustrator and teacher. He also plays the violin and performs in orchestra concerts with his son Thllan, also a violinist.

The following is an account by Tony’s parents of life in Vietnam, their escape from Vietnam and subsequent arrival in Indiana. In the account, Tony Tran is referred to by his Vietnamese name, Duy Hung (or Hung).

By Ton Tran and Binh Nhung Tran

Reflecting on the past 30 years away from the country, we cannot ignore the milestones that have punctuated our lives, from earlier events occurring in a small town in Central Vietnam, to our arrival in Indiana and subsequently California in the USA.

DAYS IN THE CENTRAL HIGHLANDS

In 1965, Dr. Ton was serving as Chief Surgeon at the Military Hospital in Ban Me Thuot (BMT), a town in the Central Highlands of Vietnam, where he was also responsible for the surgery department at the Civilian Hospital. On a beautiful Sunday in the spring of that year, the weather was quite crisp in Dalat, the famous vacationing town about 300 km from Saigon. Binh Nhung and our 15-month old son Duy Hung were cuddled up on a bench outside the hotel with the baby’s grandmother who had visited them from Saigon. The plan was for Dr. Ton to meet everyone in Dalat for the week-end and then take the little family back to BMT. On the expected day, however, Ton could not come. His trip was delayed by a few days. Imagine our shock upon learning the horrendous news! The most nightmarish carnage had occurred at the site of the only night club in this highland town. Attacking with two grenades, a youth had infiltrated into the establishment on a suicide operation. It was the longest two days of their lives for Dr Ton and Dr Thuyen, the two young surgeons in town, who had to work with limited resources in a small hospital in attempting to save as many victims as possible.

While in Banmethuot, visiting a small community in the Highlands, with Binh Nhung and Ton holding Duy Hung (1965).

Earlier on that evening, Ton had been invited to dinner with other physicians and close friends at the residence of Mr. and Mrs.V. G. Nghia. Their home was a familiar gathering spot for health professionals during their military service in BMT. Mrs. Nghia was an excellent cook who frequently served French and Vietnamese delicacies to the group of friends, many of whom were away from their families. After dinner, everyone had planned to go to the night club to listen to a special music program being performed that evening. However, while sipping tea, Ton received a call to go to the Civilian hospital for an emergency case. The patient turned out to have stomach perforation and needed to have an operation.

When he finished the case, around 9:00 PM, there was a huge detonation in the town, and immediately after, the hospital was inundated by an endless stream of ambulances, private cars and all sorts of vehicles transporting wounded people. Loads of casualties were carried in, and people arrived from all over town to inquire on the whereabouts of friends and acquaintances. This was the first time such devastation had occurred in the town. Bodies in all states of injuries were laid in every available space. Ton worked without respite for two days, taking only a few bites of food here and there. He did not have time to shave, staying at the hospital all through that period. Dr Thuyen, the other surgeon, operated in the adjoining room under the same conditions.

Dr N. H. Tin, Director of the Military Hospital, and other medical staff were also called in to help. Dr. Hien and Dr. Phac from the Medicine department worked hard to accommodate the newly admitted victims. All the rooms were utilized to capacity. Patients in stable condition were transferred to other units or discharged to save the place for more critical cases. Dr. T. T. Niem, Director at the Civilian Hospital, was much distressed by the circumstances. Even so, he managed to do the triage of the civilian patients, and graciously provided food for the physicians and staff who worked without rest. The most serious cases—especially the penetrating head wounds and eye perforations due to shrapnel—were transported to Cong Hoa General Hospital in Saigon by helicopter. Many persons suffering severe wounds expired before ever reaching the hospital. Sadly, a military physician who worked in the military unit nearby was severely wounded at the chest, and in spite of intense resuscitation and transfusion, expired shortly after. Among the civilian victims that we knew, the son of a coffee plantation owner died on the spot. A friend known from high school, Major D. C. Thanh, suffered an opened wound on the abdomen from a piece of grenade. Another classmate, Captain N. D. Tam, had a knee crushed almost completely. Both were operated that night by Dr. Ton. Ten years later, during a class reunion at Mr. Thanh’s home, the two friends were still grateful to Ton for having saved their lives. There were so many casualties in that little town that the repercussions lingered for a long time after the tragic event.

In front of the operating room of the Ban Me Thuot Military Hospital, Dr. Ton (3rd from left) standing next to Dr, Thuyen (1963).

After the work was over, Dr Ton needed to take a few days off, and finally joined his family in Dalat. Dr. Thuyen covered the hospital during his leave, as he has done on other occasions.

If we did not experience these harsh situations, we would not have been able to appreciate the full value of life. If something had happened to the physicians in that town, who would take care of the patients and residents in the community? How could a 14, 15 year-old youth commit such a far reaching act of violence? What was the motive behind these acts of terrorism? There were many components of the powerful will factor that we cannot understand—similar to what is going in Iraq nowadays.

It is amazing that we still remember these cases after 40 years, like a movie playing backward. In 1967, Ton was transferred to the Cong Hoa Central Military Hospital where he worked in General Surgery with Dr. T. M. Tien, Department Head. Three years later, he was selected as a Pediatrics faculty member of the Saigon University Medical School. For post-graduate training, he got a fellowship to study Pediatric Neurology at the Children’s Medical Center of Southwestern Medical Center, in Dallas, Texas. Back in Saigon in 1973, Ton worked at the Children’s Hospital (Benh vien Nhi Dong) until 1975.

Those were all important milestones in our life—but the most important one was leaving Vietnam in a critical time of history.

THE ESCAPE FROM SAIGON 

During the last days before the Fall of Saigon, there were many plans for our family to leave the city. Yet, none seemed to work, until April 28, 1975 when there was a phone call from a relative in the family. This nephew was accepted by his American co-workers to be air-lifted from the city’s Tan Son Nhut airport along with his “immediate family.” Needless to say, Ton had to look like his father as much as possible, and Binh Nhung, as his mother. This was the only way to escape.

On that morning, we rushed to the airport, carrying two small suitcases for the whole family. By this time, our family has grown to include two sons, Hung (11) and Phong (10), and a daughter, Thao (3 ½). Among the items we brought were a lot of cash money in case we needed to pave the way.

We stood in a long line in order to have our papers processed. When our turn came, it was late in the day. All the full planes departing safely to land at Subic Bay in the Philippines had already gone. The airport was crowded by people of all categories. We waited anxiously inside the bowling room, along the alleys where people sat or lay down haphazardly. The restrooms had been flooded by many days of over-usage.

That night, time went by slowly. Now and then, we listened to several distant gunshots and artillery salvoes. Suddenly, we heard a call: “Everybody to the trench!” Adults and children rushed from the bowling room into the ditch outside just as the airport was rocked by a tremendous, deafening explosion. Boom! As we covered our heads in the foul-smelling ditch, we thought that the world is crumbling around us. The airport had been severely damaged by artillery shelling. Many people were wounded and some were killed.

On April 29th, the last day before the fall of Saigon, the morning was very bleak. The large C-130 commercial planes were no longer able to land on the unusable runway. A dead silence weighed on all who remained on the premises. Staying was like jumping into the fire-pit. Should we go back home, or stay and wait for the unknown? Half of the people around us left to try other escape routes, by land or sea. We decided to persevere and stay together as a family on the spot, facing destiny, hoping to be rescued by helicopters. While waiting, as the excruciating hours passed by, we saw looters holding sacks lolling around, looking for foods and staples to take from the pantry shelves and storage areas.

As the sun began fading in the tense atmosphere, we suddenly heard the sound of revolving propellers, gradually getting louder—the helicopters appeared on the horizon. Everybody rejoiced at the thought of being rescued soon. We were happy to welcome the saviors after two long days of agonized waiting. However, our jubilation turned to dismay when many shots were fired from the ground up at the helicopters. “They are coming!” we thought. The truth was that some 100 South Vietnamese army paratroopers wanted to be air-lifted first, before the civilians. Anyway, the matter was settled by the American squadron calling for reinforcements: a contingent of U.S. Marines soon arrived to surround and disarm the insurgents. After two more hours had passed in order to control the situation, we were finally allowed to board the huge “Jolly Green Giant” helicopter at sunset. Not knowing what to take and what to leave behind, since each one can only bring a small suitcase, many persons had abandoned their luggage, which was thrown all over the runway, opened with contents strewn on the wayside. We had to run to the chopper, our children staying closely by us, shielding our faces from the whipping gusts blown by the helicopter propellers. As the sun set on that unforgettable day, the laden craft rose and made its way to the Pacific Ocean. We looked out of the open helicopter hatch to catch a last view of our beloved city, not knowing if we would ever return, while flames from fire arms glowed on the darkening sky.

We landed on a big helicopter carrier of the U.S. 7th fleet stationed off the coast. Everyone was relieved after taking a shower and resting for the first time after 48 hours. However, at midnight, there was an order to transfer all of the evacuees to a merchant ship via swaying barges. For security reasons, the operation was carried in complete darkness. When it was time for us to be hauled up the cargo ship, we heard warnings from those already aboard, such as: “Don’t climb up here. There is no more room! ” and “We want to go home.” We had to handle little Thao to an assisting military staff person on a narrow ladder on the side of the ship, before we could totter up this ladder ourselves to reach the deck. One by one, the family was pulled aboard the ship with our belongings, minus a suitcase that contained all our important documents and diplomas, along with clothes. This loss cost us many hours of worries and efforts to find ways to validate our credentials later when looking for jobs in the U.S.A., when applying to the Board of Medical Examiners and the Board of Pharmacy.

We waited for departure, but the ship carrying 8,000 people was anchored in one place. It rained all day on the 30th. When we did move in the next days, at some point, we thought that the vessel was returning to Viet Nam. We stayed seven days in our little corner on the crowded deck, in rain and shine, as the merchant ship made its journey through the Philippines toward Guam. When the ship swayed, all the drainages from the makeshift toilets converged to our side of the boat.   A long line was formed at meal times, for rice sprinkled with bits of canned tuna fish. For breakfast, we received our first-ever samples of General Mills’ Lucky Charms and Cheerios cereal, in little colorful boxes. Under the stars, somebody played the harmonica, while on the lower deck, a dead body was returned to the sea. Previous disagreements were also terminated this way, by eliminating the opponent.

We arrived in Guam Island at 6AM on May 7th, and stayed at the Orote refugee camp to have our identification papers processed. To this date, we still have the little 1974 notebook with our Alien numbers recorded as an A followed by the same string of six digits for everyone in the family. Only the last two digits were different. In that notebook were also inscribed the addresses and phone numbers of contacts in the U.S. written by family members before we left, as well as the locations of new friends encountered at the camp. We sat on the lawn, filling out long surveys from behavioral scientists for use in later studies. Days were spent waiting at meal lines in 95 degree heat, while Binh Nhung cared for little Thao who got severe diarrhea, and Ton volunteered at the first aid station. Little did we know that Guam Island was the honeymoon site for many Japanese vacationers at the time.

After four days, we were moved to the more “upscale” Asan Annex, where Hung and Phong could explore marine life at the seashore, and watch outdoor movies in the evening. Twelve days later, we were transferred to Anderson airbase camp, in preparation to depart for the U.S.

On May 26, 1975, we boarded the Pan Am 707 to Honolulu, thanks to the Catholic Charities which processed all our papers. Our first landing in California, was in El Toro, 40 miles from Los Angeles; then, a bus drove us to Camp Pendleton in Southern California. During that drive, many passengers wished that they could take a detour and visit Disneyland! We were distributed jackets with linings for protection from the cold weather. In early June, it was cold at night under the tent in the mountains. The food from the mess line was plentiful, with oranges and apples as options for each meal.

The children attended English classes during the day, reading on the history of California and America. Although life was bearable, all we wanted at that juncture was to get out of the camp. One by one, camp residents left to join their sponsors’ families. We were very happy to receive a sponsorship notification from Ton’s nephew Khiet Dao and his family living in Mishawaka, Indiana.

On June 10, 1975, 40 days after leaving Saigon, we boarded a United Airlines jet bound for Chicago, and then transferred to South Bend, a medium-sized town in Indiana with a population of 130,000. Khiet welcomed us at the airport in South Bend, and then drove us to their townhouse in Mishawaka, the twin-city named after an Indian princess. His wife Hang, and children Charles and Cynthia were staying in one room, leaving the other room for our family. The first night in the Carriage House complex marked the end of our six-week voyage around half the globe across the Pacific Ocean and half of the U.S. We have reached the most crucial milestone in our lives. From then on, the future was in our hands.

Our story was only one among thousands in history and related to war. Another striking episode was experienced by one of our physician friends. Along with a dozen people on a small boat, he left the country with his son. During the most dangerous and harrowing journey imaginable, all perished except three. Our friend hung onto a board for survival, without food or water for several days. Nothing could be more unbearable than seeing your child dying helplessly in front of your eyes. Another classmate’s son lost his sight during the ordeal due to lack of medical care. We learned that thousands of “boat people” perished on the seas during their escape. To reach the shore safely was a miracle in many cases.

For our family, that very first voyage out of our native country was also the most important event in our lives. Viet Nam is the destination of our next planned family trip to revisit the country and witness its major changes over this time.

Recorded from memory by Ton Tran and Binh Nhung Tran, San Diego, February 10, 2006

(Next blog entry: Tony Tran adjusts to life in America.)

By Michelle King, Director of Career & Contract Education

With Thanksgiving just two days away, it’s a good time to reflect on Community Education’s year thus far – and pause to give thanks to:

1. Our dedicated students who look to our program semester after semester for their lifelong learning needs.

2. Our wonderful instructors who have stayed with us through thick and thin, and weathered this year’s tremendous challenges.

We are thankful for our dedicated instructors and students, in this case Ed Mangus with a photography student.

3. Our incredible Program Coordinator. Alice Meyering, whose perseverance in the face of adversities ensured our program continues for our beloved community.

4. Our new programs, such as 3D printing, continue to succeed and to be valued by our students.

5. The continued support of the Dean of Workforce and Economic Development Patricia G. Ramos, Ed.D.

Patricia G. Ramos

6. Our community partners, AUMT, Ed2Go and SimpliLearn, whose partnership has allowed us to expand career-training opportunities.

7. Our Web Designer, PJ Abode, who has taken a personal interest in renewed efforts to promote Ed2Go, our online class offerings. His dedication to this goal has paid off handsomely in record registration numbers.

8. Our bright and energetic student workers who help us operate effectively.

9. Our Vice President of Academic Affairs Georgia Lorenz, who listens to our requests and makes efforts to strengthen and support the program.

10. The SMC Board of Trustees, whose members consistently express their appreciation of Community Ed and who actively promote “Lifelong Learning” throughout the community.

By Michelle King
Director of Career & Contract Education

It might be autumn for you, but it’s feeling wintry in my office – because we’re all thinking about Winter Session 2018 and planning for our Open House in February 2018. And the plans are exciting.

Check out our terrific offerings – more than 80 classes in all – for the Winter Session, which begins Jan. 2. We have several new classes, including Fashion Design courses — Sewing Machine Boot CampPet Couture: From Rags to Riches, and Fashion Tech Pack I — as well as Lifestyle PortraitsVegetable Garden Design for Landscape Designers, and Intermediate Sumi-e Painting. In addition, our incredible architecture and design expert Eleanor Schrader returns with new lectures: “The Glamour of Old Hollywood: Architecture of the Stars” and “History of Hotels in America.”

Among new classes being offered in Winter is Vegetable Garden Design for Landscape Designers (Photo by Spedona, Wikimedia Commons)

Our Annual Open House is scheduled for Saturday, Feb. 3, 2018 from 10 a.m. to 2 p.m. in Room 123 at our Bundy campus. Like last year, we will offer a special 15 percent discount for anyone who enrolls in classes at the event.

Our Annual Open House allows prospective students to talk to instructors about their classes.

This past January’s Open House was such a success that we are looking to make the 2018 event bigger and better. The energy, enthusiasm and excitement of our 128 visitors — a more than a 50 percent increase from the previous year — were palpable. More than 20 instructors volunteered to be at tables to allow prospective students and others to ask questions and get a sense of the diverse mix of courses we offer. Instructors and students – including bipolar poetry student John Young – made wonderful presentations that demonstrated the breadth and depth of our the eclectic course offerings – from writing to French, from fitness to screenwriting, and from landscape design to Sumi-e painting.

So, please mark your calendar for Feb. 3, 2018. More details on our Winter Session and Open House will be forthcoming in Sound Bites, e-blasts and our social media outlets!

Meanwhile, we welcome your questions, comments or suggestions. You can reach us at commed@smc.edu or (310) 434-3400.

 

 

Painting instructor Todd Carpenter did not take the typical route to become an artist. He holds a Bachelor of Science degree from UCLA in Psychobiology and a Master’s degree from UC San Diego in Neuroscience. After college, he spent seven years as a product engineer and head of R&D at a medical products company in San Diego.

But in 2004, having saved some money, he turned to art, pursuing painting, photography and sculpture full time. And he’s been very successful at it – his works have been displayed in dozens of solo and group exhibitions throughout the world and he has been featured in nearly 20 publications, frequently garnering high critical praise for his work.

For example, Visual Art Source recently lauded him for his “Shadows Discarnate” show of paintings at KP Projects in Los Angeles: “If one dreamt in black and white, Todd Carpenter’s ‘Shadows Discarnate’ offers a perfectly realized noir reverie. So precise and delicately rendered as to appear photographic, Carpenter’s exquisite black, white and grey oil on board works have an inward glow of pre-dawn light, a captured, dusky-moment. These neutral toned works are poetic images of a hauntingly real Los Angeles.”

“I think I’ve always been interested in science and art,” Carpenter says, noting that his parents and grandparents had various artistic interests.

“I’m still interested in science but what I eventually turned away from was the lack of creativity in science,” he adds, saying that his original plan was to get a doctorate in science and seek a career in academia.

Indeed, Carpenter takes a scientific approach to his art and to teaching art and he is interested in the connections between art and science, in particular Neuroaesthetics, the biology underlying the creation and appreciation of art.

The connections are complicated, he says, and many questions are still unanswered – for example, why does an individual like one piece of art but not another or why are visual things connected to emotion? His paintings – which are rendered mostly in black and white and which convey the depth and mood of landscapes through the careful portrayal of light – often explore the mechanisms of perception. They examine, among other things, how the depiction of light can impart realism to paintings.

Like his paintings that connect art and science, Carpenter’s career has similarly straddled the two fields, and he has taught classes in subjects as diverse as neuroscience, environmental science and photography.

A Koreatown resident who is married to Hee-Kyung, Carpenter has been teaching painting classes at SMC Community Ed since Fall 2016.

What do you like about teaching?

  1. That it makes me examine a subject more deeply. I probably learn more as a teacher than as a student. 2. When a student surprises me with a new or unexpected idea, painting style, etc.

What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done?

Possibly the times I turned away from a secure career path – first when I left neuroscience research and second when I quit being a product engineer. In both cases the outcome was worth the risk – as with many crazy things.

What is your idea of a perfect day?
For me a perfect day would have to have something of the unknown, and therefore would be unknowable now, so I don’t know the answer to this question. It is always out there, ahead.

What is one of the best compliments you ever received?

To circle around that question, when it comes to my paintings I like it when occasionally someone compliments me on one of my weirder or less-typical pieces, as I feel such viewers may be thinking more deeply about my work.

What was the last picture you took with your phone?

I often have a camera on me, so I don’t take many photos with my phone. The last picture I took with my phone was probably something practical, such as a map posted at a hiking trailhead.

What book(s) are on your nightstand now?

“Art and Physics,” by Leonard Shlain and “The Consul’s File,” by Paul Theroux. Both most likely came from a thrift store.

Anything you would like to add?

The real answer to #2 – the craziest things I have done – probably happened during my travels, but I won’t go into those.

Carpenter will teach “Experimenting with Oil Paint” in the Winter Session, beginning Jan. 2

The legacy of legendary horseman James Wyllie lives on – and SMC Community Ed’s Fundamentals of Horsemanship students are among the beneficiaries.

Janet Maruhashi and Lisa Marlowe with Billy.

Wyllie died March 16 in Agoura Hills at the age of 98, but he left an indelible imprint on California’s equestrian community as well as thousands of students he taught over a long and storied career. (Highlights of his fascinating life include working with Ronald Reagan’s Secret Service, qualifying horses for the Olympic Games, and teaching such celebrities as Nancy Sinatra among the 65,000 students he had.)

And his unique horsemanship and teaching philosophy continue under three of his closest devotees and friends at the James Wyllie Equestrian Education Center in the lovely Saddlerock Ranch in the hills above Malibu.

Saddlerock Ranch, where the James Wyllie Equestrian Education Center is located.

Longtime program director/coordinator Lynn Carr continues in her role as “stable godmother” to both horses and students, having ridden and worked side-by-side with Wyllie since the 1980s. Main instructor Janet Maruhashi rode with and worked as Wyllie’s assistant for three decades, having started as his student in 1983 in an SMC Community Ed class offered through Pepperdine University. And teaching assistant Lisa Marlowe rode and trained with Jim for almost 20 years, and says “he became a big, major force in my life.”

Between the three of them, they are at the center every day, offering classes three days a week, taking care of the three horses in their stalls, and handling various upkeep and administrative duties. Volunteers Sylvia Hohri and Ed Andrews, longtime students of Wyllie, help take care of the horses.

Students who take the Fundamentals of Horsemanship class learn the basics of horseback riding in a fun environment that combines classroom instruction, groundwork, and riding instruction in the ring and on the trail. Not only are the ring and Saddlerock Ranch trails beautiful, but also one of the trails leads to nearby Rocky Oaks State Park with its pond, picnic area and abundant wildlife such as deer.

Students on a trail ride in the nearby Rocky Oaks State Park.

But beyond technique and safety, students find out how to communicate intelligently with the horse while in the saddle. Indeed, Wyllie was not only a horse whisperer, but a horse philosopher and life coach, say his devotees, who are carrying on his unique approach to teaching horsemanship.

“Jim was such a creative educator and fascinating man,” Marlowe said. “He encouraged us all to remain curious and questioning; working with horses brings new ‘life lessons’ every day.”

James Wyllie with horse Brett.

Marlowe and Maruhashi love teaching and have enjoyed all their students, including those from SMC Community Ed.

“All the students are so different – they come from different occupations, ages and backgrounds,” Maruhashi said. “But they’ve all been lovely.”

The center has three horses – Billy, who the center owns, and Checkers and Sparky, who are leased. (Earlier this year, two of their horses died, the same year Wyllie died – Scout at the age of 30 and Eric, who lived to be the remarkable age of 42.)

“I think there can be a very strong spiritual bond with horses,” Marlowe said. “They bring us closer to nature, and we’re always trying to get that sixth sense. And horses teach us to live in the moment.”

 

Gregory van Zuyen’s 3D Printing classes, which were launched in fall 2016, have been so successful that SMC Community Ed has added two classes this fall – 3D Printing Teacher Certification I and II. As the 3D printing technology has taken off, Gregory in this article talks in personal terms how trained instructors will be able to teach, among others, children and librarians. Gregory is also the managing editor of the online 3D printr magazine.

By Gregory van Zuyen

Susan, my wife, caught me on the stairwell. She was going out to pick up our 5-year-old son from a LEGO play date. Our conversation ran the gamut of getting our son movie tickets for “Ninjago” to how pitiful our LEGO collection is compared to that of other parents. As conversations often go here in our household, we were quickly talking of how to 3D print LEGOs — once again.

YouTube host Matt Denton holds up a 3D-printed LEGO creation.

3D printing LEGOs spurred me to tell her of the work I was doing with SMC Continuing Education’s 3D Printing Teacher Certification courses. “The real focus in the industry right now is in education,” I said. “Children can learn to do this very same skill and they are doing it now in some places. What is beautiful about the idea is that the technology is there to tap into the spellbinding creativity of children. What we can create in the future is unimaginable, because we have become adults.”

Susan responded, “That reminds me of an idea I had — that all the current 3D printing jobs are at libraries. Libraries already have 3D printers and they need the staff qualified to print out requests for people.”

L.A. Public Library celebrated Science Day 2016 with 3D printer display.

I nodded that this was true; we’ve seen it ourselves. It’s a job trend that will only grow.

“Beyond that,” I said,  “There will be 3D print shops in every city.”

“Yeah, but right now,” she said, “We need to find a less costly way to make our kid’s LEGO collection a marvel to behold. I’m embarrassed to host a play date.”

“Which is why,” I said, “I’m trying to find ways to teach our son to do it himself with the printer we have.”

She nods, gratified in knowing that with the progress of 3D printing so far, our son’s generation will have astonishing capabilities to explore.

In a world where stress levels seem to continue to climb, it’s no wonder that many are searching for new ways to relax. And one of those ways is Reiki – a Japanese technique for stress reduction, relaxation and healing – that is growing in popularity. Indeed, the National Institutes of Health has recognized the increasing use of Reiki on terminally ill cancer patients.

Dr. Laura Luna, new Reiki instructor

SMC Community Ed has been offering Reiki classes for years, and now has a new instructor, Dr. Laura Luna, a psychologist with a long list of academic credentials that includes a Ph.D. from New Mexico State University in Counseling Psychology, teaching and research experience, publications, conference presentations and more. Her primary job is Learning Disability/Mental Health Specialist at California State University, Fullerton.

She has been practicing Reiki since 2011 and became a Reiki Master in 2012 and has been teaching Reiki for almost two years at Cerritos Community Ed.

Reiki is administered by “laying on hands” and is based on the idea that an unseen “life force energy” flows through us and is what causes us to be alive.

What got you started in the practice of Reiki?

I moved to New Mexico for my doctorate program in 2008.While I was there I learned about all types of different healing modalities. New Mexico is such a rich and diverse place where a lot of healing happens. Reiki was one of the things that I came across. I was really drawn to Reiki and completed all of my certificates fairly quickly as I loved it so much and found it so beneficial.

What do you like about teaching?

I love creating spaces for people to share their stories, to connect with each other, and to create community. I like the opportunity to be flexible and creative because I never know who is going to come to my classes. I like teaching because it is an opportunity to influence people in a positive way. I see teaching as an exchange of energy so I learn from my students as they learn from me.

What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done?

I don’t like to use the word “crazy” because I work with people with disabilities and oftentimes “crazy” is a negative way to describe people with mental illness. I think traveling alone might be the wildest thing I’ve done. To me, it’s not really so novel but when I tell people that I’ve traveled out of the country alone, they are surprised. I love traveling and enjoy doing it alone although I love to have travel partners too.

 

What is your idea of a perfect day?

My perfect day would be hanging out with my dog Cedro at the beach, touching the water and feeling the waves with my feet as the sun sets in the evening.

What is one of the best compliments you ever received?

The best compliment is when my students share with me at the end of class that they never felt so relaxed and so good, or when they tell me they haven’t felt so relaxed in a long time! That’s the best compliment for me! It makes me feel like I did my job with teaching Reiki. The most important thing with Reiki is to be in a state of relaxation. I love that compliment!

What was the last picture you took with your phone?

I looked in my phone and my last photo is so fitting for me. The last photo I took was actually a picture of the hand’s acupressure points. I just got this book about Mudras and I was sending the acupressure points to my friend.

What book(s) are on your nightstand now?

“Living Buddha Living Christ” by Thich Nhat Hanh. “Mudras Yoga in Your Hands” by Gertrud Hirschi. And my study materials for the Psychologist Licensure Exam.

Anything you would like to add?

Yes. I am grateful for all the wonderful things that have come to me through my Reiki practice. Part of being a Reiki Practitioner is to practice gratitude and give thanks. Thank you for this opportunity and I look forward to meeting more students in the future who have a thirst for growth, healing and personal development.

Reiki Level I, an intensive one-day workshop, will be offered Saturday, Oct. 14.

By Alice Meyering, Program Coordinator of Community & Contract Education

J001-Golden Flight

Victoria Bleeden’s “Golden Flight” is the winner of the 2017 Student Photo Contest

As our third Annual Community Education Student Photo Contest comes to a conclusion, as always, I am filled with wonder of how this little contest of my imagination has grown to be the annual anticipated event that it is now. Our community once again demonstrated its enthusiasm for photography: altogether, the contest drew 167 photo submissions from 39 current and former students, almost double the 90 images from 22 participants in 2016.

Congratulations are in order to Community Ed student Victoria Bleeden for winning our 2017 Student Photo Contest with her stunning image of a hummingbird that she calls “Golden Flight.”

Victoria captured the photo with a Canon EOS Rebel T3, a regular telephoto lens and a fast shutter speed (sports mode). Victoria came to us through quite a different route than the contest winners we have had in the past: the Calabasas equestrienne and mother of 18-year-old twin boys has taken just one class at SMC Community Ed, the popular Memoir Writing with instructor Monona Wali.

victoria bleeden horse jumping

Victoria Bleeden is an equestrienne who has never taken a photography class

“I am truly honored and thrilled to win this award,” she said. “I began taking photos seriously only about two or three years ago, so this is a particularly meaningful award.”

In many ways, Victoria represented a change from the contests of the past two years. Not only is Victoria our first female winner of the contest, she has also never taken a photography class with us or elsewhere, and this is the first year that our winning cover moves from landscape to still life. Victoria’s interest in photographing the hummingbirds in her backyard eventually translated to the beautiful cover that captured the hearts of many of our voters. We can only imagine that as this annual contest grows in popularity that it will attract even more talented photographers in our community to participate, amateurs and professionals alike.

MM01-Barker Dam

Chad Suggs was first runner-up for his image “Barker Dam”

Kudos also to the other two finalists in the Photo Contest – first runner-up Chad Suggs with his stunning image of Barker Dam, which is located in Joshua Tree National Park, and Diana Clevenger-Stephens for her close-up of a dandelion, using a macroclip on her iPhone. Last but not least, a big thank-you to all the contestants who participated and all the voters who helped us choose our fall 2017 cover. Until next year!

DD02-WishFall

Diana Clevenger-Stephens was 2nd runner-up for her close-up of a dandelion