Carcasses? Yes, machine carcasses, that is. One of my private students and I have embarked on a journey of destruction. We are like vultures picking apart dead machines and we will use the parts to build a new creature.
The remains of a ginormous printer!
Another of my private students has strayed from his mastery of oil paints to tackle some linocut printing. It’s not an easy medium for predictability. Each print, we learned, is a bit of a surprise. I hope to encourage perseverance as I think printing will be a nice addition to his repertoire of fantastic skills as an artist.
print 4 of 8
The week rounds out with a blast of fairy dust as our homeschool group creates inviting habitats for woodland creatures to enjoy. As we finished our houses we tried our hands at some clay slab and coil work. I’m missing some photos of a couple of super fantastic fairy lands that went home already! 😦
Just hanging out at the co-op.
Waiting for tomatoes is harder than waiting for Christmas! This year I planted the wee plants and walked away. No cages. No pinching. No fussing. Just good soil, h2o, and a yank or two on the mega weeds. I have a forest of tomatoes with little to no disease! Ditto for basil.
Green mass of untamed tomato plants! Better that the brown mess I usually get.
Pesto here we come. Freezes great!
2-3 cloves garlic
1cup nuts of choice (I use walnuts)
Chop up in processor
Add 2 cups jammed of basil and whiz together.
Drizzle olive oil in until it is the consistency you like. I tend to keep it thick like a spread for warm fresh bread. If I want to add to pasta as a sauce I just add extra olive oil to the pasta as I stir in the pesto. Also a touch of the pasta water makes the sauce super moist and creamy.
Add 1/2 cup parmesan or more if you like salty cheesiness. Might need to readjust the amount of olive oil. Whiz up a little and your done!
I freeze it in little throw away plastic containers. If keeping some in fridge, drizzle a thin layer of olive oil on top to keep from browning.
Pesto pasta salad.
Whittling walking sticks is a rite of passage and a test of tenacity. A few blisters and a couple of band- aids later, we all had beautifully carved and adorned walking sticks (technically one was a dragon staff with complementary wand).
Of course we had some drying time, as well as a bit of extra time, that we filled with duct tape wallets, magazine bowls and handmade paper. I haven’t had a class yet that hasn’t left me in awe of my good fortune that this is my
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!
Happy new year from little Northampton Ma. first night.
Hey, it’s warm in there! I smell food! Hey Mort, check this out!
Mmmm! I want in on that action.
So, here’s the plan……