4 October 2026 · Sara Marugan
We painted the feminist classroom lilac (and our hands, too)
This article was machine-translated from Sara's Catalan original. The writing is hers; the translation has not been reviewed by a person. Read the Catalan original →
When I was given this classroom, down in the school basement, the walls were a white that had seen better days, and they had more holes than a sieve. I asked the head teacher if we could paint it, she said yes, and my students and I got to work.
First, the filler
Before any painting, the holes had to go. Filler, a filling knife and patience: one by one.
Then, the rollers
Then came the paint tins and the rollers. The colour, of course: lilac, the colour of feminism.
And, along the way, flowers
Painting with your students has one great thing going for it: it is never just painting. Flowers, hearts and stars started appearing on the walls. And paint on our hands. Lots of paint.
The feminist classroom
The classroom is lilac now, and we painted it ourselves. Thank you to the head teacher for letting us do it and, above all, to my students, who gave it everything.
If you ever come looking for me at school, you know where to go: head down to the basement and follow the lilac.
To protect my students, their faces are not shown in any of the photos.
