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?
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.
Whittling walking sticks is a rite of passage and a test of tenacity. A few blisters and a couple of band- aids later, we all had beautifully carved and adorned walking sticks (technically one was a dragon staff with complementary wand).
Of course we had some drying time, as well as a bit of extra time, that we filled with duct tape wallets, magazine bowls and handmade paper. I haven’t had a class yet that hasn’t left me in awe of my good fortune that this is my
We made our own clocks today in the Hayloft! My apologies for the bad photos. Blasting hot but we persevered and ate Popsicles. We also snuck in some needle felting and berry picking between coats of paint. Another day where I have to pinch myself. I’m quite sure I’m dreaming that I finally have the studio of my dreams and the great fortune of sharing it with such inspiring students. As an artist, nothing is better than surrounding yourself with the raw,unfiltered, unencumbered awe that children behold of our world. We adults, our vision blurs as we get on in years. We see the big picture( coffee, car, work, home, dinner, bed). Children still have eyes like hawks. They see all the amazing details and goings on that surround us( an ant carrying a giant piece of bread, the many colored grains that are the sand at the beach, the cool path a trickle of water makes). These children are repairing my vision. I cannot thank them enough.
A printing storm hit Hay Loft Studio. Four kids, plenty of ink (water based of course), paper, rollers, bottle caps, string, styrofoam, corks, cookie cutters, matchbox cars, t.p. rolls, leaves, pencils, even old tractor bits, two tired dogs and me. Curiosity urged one student to count all the prints. I believe there were 46 in all! Whew! Thanks to the students for their enthusiasm and great inspirations. I neglected to take photos but here’s what I scrounged up with the help of parents:
String on block prints:
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