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:
Baah! Baaah! A wet wooly day at the Hay Loft! Nearly ninety degrees up in the loft and yet wool was the material of the day! A great group of kids harmoniously squishing, soaking and poking at wool. We listened to a little music, a couple of radiolab episodes about sleep and zoos, and shared plenty of dog stories since we all have a love of dogs. The projects were all fabulous. We had a shoulder bag, hand bag, cat toy, bracelets, a journal, stress balls and plenty of critters. There is something magically mesmerizing
and soothing about felting. What a great experience to share with these kids. Thank you all for such a fun day!
Oh and did I mention the clown?
Just a quick mash-up of life on River Road. One of our girls passed on over the weekend. She was a buff orpington. One of a set of twins. No reason that we could see. She had a sluggish couple of days where she bunched herself up into a tight fluffy ball and sat in the corner of the yard. A good sign she was sick. She kept fooling me though by perking back up, stretching her neck out and bobbing around for bugs. I checked her out and could find nothing. It was a quick passing as chickens go. Two days, then she lay down in the corner and poof. That yew in the corner of our yard (ie. the chicken cemetery) is freakishly larger than all the rest.
Remember my recent posting Twenty Years and Still Farting? Well I’m sorry to say that the house has been painfully silent as of late. No, my spouse did not leave me, but she decided to try a wheat free diet. Fart free diet is more like it. Oddly enough, I have to admit I miss the midnight giggles from her rising bubbles as she turned over.
Spine? A natural progression from my most recent felted piece the pelvis. I have begun to felt a spine. This one is a mind bender. Turns out each vertebrae is different from the other. This is going to be a long-term project for sure. Here are the first three cervical vertebrae:
Lastly, I come to the subject of puppy love. My partner and son have been conspiring to get a second dog for over a year now and I have fully protested. I like my peaceful home which is challenging enough with a cranky pms partner, barking dog, puking old cat and a son who lives life bigger than broadway! They ignored me. For his tenth birthday my son got a puppy. He wanted a small dog he could hold. Great! A little shaky, yippy thing that like to sneak attack. Well, we found a mini long-haired dachshund mix at the shelter. 4 months old. Jo-Jo is his name, which we all agree is unfortunate but we make do with nicknames, joe, joey, joseph, goat(he eats anything). He has charmed his way deep into my heart. He is calm, smart, attentive, easy to house train, and totally dedicated to my son. This ten-year old boy has about faced when it comes to responsibility and accountability. The clincher and heart melter for me was when my son stopped me after saying goodnight and said: “You know how fun it is for you to get into bed with mama and snuggle while you fall asleep?” Withholding my sarcastic comments I said “Yeah”. “Well,” he said “now I get to snuggle with Jo-Jo at night and I’m not lonely anymore. I love going to bed now.” My knees just about buckled. Here he is helping me with laundry: