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Lately all I want to do is turn the music up high and sketch.
Listen to the melody and sing along
to all those soul-stirring tunes.
This is my latest effort.
A High Priestess.
She had a very difficult nose and wild hair
but I’m glad she came to life
on the page
Last night I had the girls over and we worked on art journals and canvases.
It was so fun to serve my home-baked bread and homemade pasta salad, to share laughs and get our hands (and forearms) covered in paint.
I highly recommend making s’mores for dessert. They were a hit!
I find that I’m lovin’ the high gloss gel medium and velveteen scrapbook paper.
(This page is inpired by Julie Prichard.)
Oh! I also got to write an article about the amazing artist, Lori McNamara for the Treasure Coast Women’s Art Alliance.
It’s been a busy week and my heart is full
knowing that I have such good friends and good work to nourish my soul.
I’ve been busy this week-going in for blood tests, saying goodbye to honeymooning friends, playing with puppies, cleaning the house, potting my plants, baking bread and getting ready for an art night with my friends.
Here is my latest Petitie Doll. Her name is BonBon LaPetite.
Here are two more- a nerd girl with her iPod on and a robo-dog and BonBon with a stuffed animal giraffe.
What do you think?
I am taking Suzi Blu’s Petite Dolls class. It is fun, fun, fun! I’ve been sketching faces for days.
Then I decided to take Julie’s grungy pink background (made in the Layer Love class) and add a petite doll and voila!
It’s a work in progress. I have to be patient and let it dry before I draw on it.
I painted the background. Then I drew the doll on paper, cut her out and used gel medium to adhere her to the painting.
I added a scrapbook paper dress and leggings.
Then I painted on top of her face and hair and cut out the hearts.
Next I will add pen, prismacolor pencil and neocolor crayon details.
My doll has heart balloons!
I have a nice wooden word to adhere to this once it is finished, too but I’ll post more pictures when it is finished.
Thanks for giving me more courage about canvas, Carmen!
I’m off to scrub the paint, gel medium and walnut spray off of my arms and make dinner.
Here she is. My first painting with a person in it.
Yes, there have been many storms but some beautiful results.
Isn’t that true?
Life is full of suprises.
Every once in a while teaching middle school has it’s perks. While plowing through the textbook in 7th grade Language Arts I stumbled upon this wonderful story by Ray Bradbury Dark They Were and Golden Eyed . It’s full of the type of suspense and literary skill that makes reading a joy.
“Earth people left to the strangeness of Mars, the cinnamon dusts and wine airs, to be baked like gingerbread shapes in Martian summers, put into harvested storage by Martian winters. What would happen to him, the others? This was the moment Mars had waited for. Now it would eat them.”
This story quickly became one of my favorite lessons of the year and my enthusiasm for it was contagious with my students. My “pre-reading activity” consisted of talking the story up. “This is the most awesome, creepy, strange story in our textbook by one of the best writer’s of all time.”
The students enjoyed turning it into reader’s theatre and it was a joy to hear the realization dawn on them as they exclaimed, “our book cover has a picture from the story!”
Another such Mars adventure began with a poetry assignment. As part of studying poetry, my 6th graders had to write a letter to their assigned poet. One of my students, Natalie, got a response from the amazing poet Marvin Bell, Iowa’s first poet laureate. He wrote a very nice letter attempting to answer all of her questions and included a flyer for his poetry reading. I tucked a copy of his letter next to his poem in my book and I still smile whenever I see it.
Mars Being Red by Marvin Bell
Being red is the color of a white sun where it lingers on an arm. Color of time lost in sparks, of space lost inside dance. Red of walks by the railroad in the flush of youth, while our steps released the squeaks of shoots reaching for the light. Scarlet of sin, crimson of fresh blood, ruby and garnet of the jewel bed, early sunshine, vestiges of the late sun as it turns green and disappears. Be calm. Do not give in to the rabid red throat of age. In a red world, imprint the valentine and blush of romance for the dark. It has come. You will not be this quick-to-redden forever. You will be green again, again and again.
I resigned from teaching this week with the knowledge that as I embark on my new career wherever it takes me I have experience with the unknown.
It will be another adventure.