A Few Final Words from Summer Intern Heather White

As an education intern, I used the Barnhart Dictionary of Etymology to develop one of my major projects. While flipping through, I noticed that the word intern is derived from the French interner, which means to confine within a place, be internal. My internship with the Carter has been anything but confining rather my immersion throughout the summer has provided many discoveries about the internal workings of the education department of the museum.

You’d be surprised how much work goes on behind the scenes to provide resources and programming for audiences of all ages. These education folks are passionate and productive! I spent my time here working to develop two self-guides (a brochure that helps you lead yourself on a tour) and a packet based on the summer program, Storytime. The Carter has a reputation for quality educational programming. I feel that working with them to develop these resources has greatly improved the quality of my own writing and has taught me about the needs of the different audiences that the museum serves.

The research that I’ve done to find good “meaty facts” about artworks has been enthralling. The more time I spend with the Carter collection, the more I grow to love American art and artists. For me many of the artworks here are nostalgic; they pull at my heartstrings and take me back to my roots. Thanks Julian Onderdonk, now I may never leave Texas.

As summer ends, it’s back to the University of North Texas in Denton to continue studying as a master’s student of Art Education and Art History. Although I won’t miss the hour commute in the 105 degree Texas heat, I will miss the museum: the collection, the educational opportunities, and the friends that I’ve made.

Thank you to all of the staff of the education department for your teaching and your hospitality and thank you to N. C. Wyeth (a Carter artist I’ve gotten to know through research) for reminding me that, “Now is the season to dream of one’s hopes, to build those castles high in the clear brittle air – and then, to jump for them.”