Think like Leonardo da Vinci

Would your friends describe you as open minded and curious?

The very foundation of being an effective educator is curiosity. We must constantly search for innovative ways to present subject matter to our students.

Curiosità is the first of the seven principles in the book How to Think like Leonardo da Vinci by Michael Gelb. Curiosità is defined as “an insatiably curious approach and an unrelenting quest for curious learning.”

Would you like to try a proven approach to inspiring yourself and your students to think in new directions? Let Michael Gelb introduce you to Leonardo da Vinci’s seven principles:

• Curiosità — curiosity

• Dimostrazione — demonstration

• Sensazione — sensation, being sharp

• Sfumato — embracing change

• Arte/Scienza — balance art and science

• Corporalita — body and mind fitness

• Connessione — find connections

Among the fundamental shifts in thinking that Gelb presents is this: You can teach your students to increase their problem-solving skills by not trying to always find the right answer but to learn how to ask the right question.

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