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.
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.
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?
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! 😦
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.