Just had a lovely interview with Andy from the local paper, the Greenfield Recorder. Very sweet man and he told me about an artist friend, Danny Quirk, who’s an anatomy freak like myself. Awesome dissection paintings. Google him.
So, Hayloft Studio should be in the paper as a feature of the Whately Fall Festival where I will be caning chairs with my mom this Sunday.
Here’s the latest cutie that I am working on: a child’s wicker chair.
And while we’re on the subject of anatomy here are a few recent drawings of mine:
There is always a story behind the chairs I work on. This rocker has been sitting on the porch of the customers family house broken and decaying for years. One family member has bought a little cottage on the cape and the rest of the family is pitching in to have the rocker repaired as a house warming gift. I’d like to sit in this rocker with a cup of tea and watch the tides come and go. Jealous.
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.
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.
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! 😦
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!