Beading class is under way! It’s amazing how these kids can sit for nearly six hours straight fastidiously weaving teeny tiny beads. Barely a lunch break and a brief basketball match to stretch the legs! Still, the day ends with an awww. The day flies by for me too. This is heaven for me, spending all day in the studio making art in the company of others who love spending all day in the studio too. What fun!
Some works in progress:
Tomorrow we will bead some free form animals. A cat in progress:
Bracelet by Ryan: age 10
Spring vacation classes are posted for 2013. Click here for more information.
A peek: Native American Beading and Printing will be available for vacation week. I am seeking input for adult classes and open studio times. Links available on the previously mentioned page to a doodle poll.
Whether it is global warming or the fates of nature, but I feel as though we haven’t had a decent snow day in a couple of years. To have a dump of snow that was not too wet nor too dry and a day off of school with my son was delightful. We have made many attempts to build an igloo in the past with no success. This year was different. The boy was finally big enough to be of great help in stacking those little bricks! The scrappy little mutt however, was determined to dig his own private entrance.
Once complete, (many hours later and much darker and colder) the boy was determined to read in the igloo before bed. Seemed like a cool idea, curling up with flashlights in the frozen tundra and reading, but there were two flaws in our plan. One being that very quickly our hot wet sweaty bodies cooled down. My butt froze in mere minutes. The second problem, in his excitement for the snow the boy never brushed his teeth.
Trapped snuggled so tightly inside with dragon breath, I could not resist the gag reflexes. Yuck!
Even the chickens came out to play!
My sons advent calendar. 24 felted balls stuffed with little goodies.
Where have I been? While I have been ignoring my own post, I assure you I am diligently reading others. (getting a foot bath from my dog)
Yes he is ugly! But his personality makes him cute.
It seems as though the moment my art classes in the hayloft were over I stopped writing. Rest assured, thing are still happening. Pipes are in for a wood stove (classes all year!:)) but I am stuck on the hearth. Since it is an old stove the building inspector is being a stickler. Rightfully so, but still.
I fall into wreath and crafts mode at this time of year. Extra$$.
Felted surprise balls for stocking. Visit my shop at etsy
Hayloft is hoping to have classes over vacation week with our new wood stove to keep us cozy. Stay tuned!
Ugly dog just farted and sniffed his butt in confusion and delight.
Studied Papua New Guinean history a wee bit today in the Hayloft Studio. Brutal yet fascinating. Head hunters and cannibals were some that inhabited this bit of land. A land whose terrain is so densely forested and mountainous that thousands of separate cultures existed without knowledge of one another. That’s crazy. Some until the 60′s or 70′s lived as they did back in the stone age, no outside influences. In many ways it saddens me that our world has grown so accessible and small. I worry we will become a homogenous planet and that culture will be extinct. It is the very fascination of peoples that are unlike ourselves that stimulates the imagination and feeds curiosity. Without difference we have no story to tell. No story, no art. In the Hayloft we studied through figurative representations the story of those very unlike ourselves. Embrace difference!
A week away from the HayLoft. Camping with my family for a week. Much needed as my poor son was moist of the eyes during one of my classes. A definite adjustment for him having me home thru the summer but unable to focus entirely on him. Work until recently was always away from home. I guess that is an easier concept of “going to work” to understand. Interestingly enough I haven’t seen hyde nor hair of him since we hit the campground. Have bicycle, be free! Besides, whenever I’m around I am a nag, nag, nag. And yet if I am home
I best not focus on the other kids or evil jealousy monster will creep up. What is a poor ole ma to do? Any who, I thought I’d post up some pics of the nature lab I am creating in the studio for student use and inspiration.
Today’s class was day one of Polynesian Deity Sticks. We began our inspirations from mythological gods of Polynesia and quickly veered in the direction of staffs for Egyptian gods due to the vast interest of the students. Ah! One of the many reasons I love art. Inspirations are just that. Ideas that spark the creative engine. When we can learn to ride the waves of imagination and let our inner currents lead the way, the process is far more enriching and satisfying. I try never to stifle an urge. It is where creative genius is born. The dam is broken at the Hay Loft and creativity is flowing. Tomorrow will be an exciting day of whittling, paper mâché, and leather work to finish out our Egyptian staffs.
Baah! Baaah! A wet wooly day at the Hay Loft! Nearly ninety degrees up in the loft and yet wool was the material of the day! A great group of kids harmoniously squishing, soaking and poking at wool. We listened to a little music, a couple of radiolab episodes about sleep and zoos, and shared plenty of dog stories since we all have a love of dogs. The projects were all fabulous. We had a shoulder bag, hand bag, cat toy, bracelets, a journal, stress balls and plenty of critters. There is something magically mesmerizing
and soothing about felting. What a great experience to share with these kids. Thank you all for such a fun day!
Oh and did I mention the clown?
All finished! A day of wrapping our heads around multi- universes while listening to radiolab and painting the finishes on our pieces. And the poor fledgling needed another boost to the proper window. What a blast! I couldn’t have wished for a greater companion. Thank you Gabriel for three days of sharing inspirations.
Day two of Hay Loft Studio class of sculpting in the style of Giacometti was a goopy gloppy lovely mess. In the midst of it all we helped a fledgling sparrow find its way out of the studio. The little newbie was confused by windows as mamma sparrow was on the other side calling.