This spring has been a reawakening at Hayloft Studio. Students are returning that took a hiatus to recover from illnesses and others are straying from the norm to stretch their creative comfort zones. My ever faithful student H. has been diligently trying to master oil paints. With much success, I might add. After a winter of dedication though, he is ready to test out some new art forms. We are going to dig into printmaking and started with some styrofoam printing to get our feet wet.
Title: It’s About America by H.
Title: Self Portrait by H.
Title: Foot by me.
Next we will try some linoleum printing.
My duo class of T. and H. have been needle felting. Sorry, I have no pictures. But this week we moved on to some whittling. After de barking and smoothing these staffs will be garnished with leather and beads and such along with a bit of wood burning and painting.
And fabulous Miss T has returned after being terribly sick. Yay! We are working on a paper mâché globe to coincide with her study of maps at home. Here’s the beginnings:
I look forward to Z. returning to finish our sculptural exploration of numbers. Next up transforming ten. Still wrestling with how to do that one. Here’s the neon nine we left off with in February:
I continue my study of human anatomy:
The beginnings of a needle felted jaw bone:
Hayloft Studio has been buzzing and breathing and oozing creative juices. So much so, that I have trouble leaving. Who wants to sit at a computer and write posts when there are paintings emerging?
Or when there’s a mask invasion?
How about studying artists, like Louise Nevelson?
Sculpting a number line? Oh the possibilities!
Hayloft Studio has grown as perennials grow in the garden. First year they sleep, second year they creep, third year they leap. Thanks to all who have tended this creative garden.
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! 😦
We started off a little shy (myself included) but as the paint started rolling, so did our minds. A simple beginning of playful mono prints, to allow us time to get to know each other. We spread out our color of choice in acrylic paints onto a sheet of Mylar and created designs using crazy tools like bottle caps, holiday balls, Formica chips and more. Then we printed onto colored paper. Super fun, girls! Thank you! Next week: Fairy/Hobbit Terrariums. Can’t wait.
Oh, did I mention I have new windows and storage? Such a happy artist, I am!
And lastly, I found love in a bag of potato chips:
This summer at the hayloft started with a crack! And then a tree fell on our house. Well, okay, it was just a limb but that limb was as big as a tree.
Gremlins peeking out of the hole in the tree.
Down with the limb came the power line to the studio. So, many classes were cancelled while we waited and waited and waited for a roofer.
Working by natural light, my private student and I persisted with our second round of oil paintings while musing about surrealist movement.
Works in progress:
Finally, as summer nears an end we had a smashing workshop of crayon batik.
Our finished pieces:
Fall schedule soon to follow!
My students’ enthusiasm to learn oil paints has forced me to dig deep in my dark closet of past passions. It’s been nearly 18 years since I touched a brush to oils.
I have to thank him.
I had forgotten how sexy oils are. Get past the ick and stick factor and it’s rather like mud wrestling in color. Thick, viscous, carnal. Oils, for me are the paint equivalent to finessing a sinewy figure from a slimy lump of clay.
I thank you my dear student. Beware, for I believe I have seen you twitch when it’s time to put the brush down and clean up. A delicious addiction.
Spring vacation has come and gone:( At Hayloft Studio, we had a buzzing day of robot building, starting with a bit of reverse engineering. Sounds like I had a studio full of MIT protégés, huh? Possibly, but we learned that reverse engineering is a fancy way of saying destroy stuff to find out what’s inside. We took apart an old CD player/radio. We found capacitors, resistors, tuners, switches, speakers, etc. The best score, though, was two motors we could use to make our robots go! After a crash course in safety around hot stuff like glue guns and soldering irons, we got to work rummaging through the many bins of bits and pieces at Hayloft to create our robot bodies. Next came the mind bending task of wiring motors and switches and batteries to make our bots move. After a bit of troubleshooting and finagling, we had five vibrating, spinning, crawling robots! The final touches: a bit of paint, a few embellishments and voila! Sadly, I neglected to take pictures, but I was able to borrow a frame from one families video post of their bot. Thanks! Looking forward to a summer of fun at Hayloft Studio.
Joe is happy the sun has returned.