Pre/early 1900’s Heywood Wakefield wicker chair set. These chairs so easily could have ended up in the dumpster. I’m thankful my customer saw that there was something special about them. It was a challenge and a joy to bring them back.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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:
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.