Saturday, October 30, 2010

Craving….


I’m craving ….. some Saturday memory making.  Football, Second Saturday Studio with two of my sweetest friends, All region choir tryouts (GO FORD!)  and maybe even squeeeeeze in some precious art time!  Happy Saturday!!

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Craft Night Out: Burlap

Friday night was Craft Night Out!  I knew the project was going to be some kind of burlap painting, the rest was a surprise.  Our friend Cheryl led the project (which was great considering she’s the art expert of the group!)  I instantly fell in love with the texture that appeared when the paint was applied.  This was not at all like the example, which was FaBuLouS, but my brain just went another direction. 

I always look forward to our little group getting together to create and play like kids!  Hmmm…. what to do next….

Thursday, October 7, 2010

I heart Fall


Sing, Whistle, Humm…. and all the while be in awe of the wonders He has made! 
What puts a song in your heart?

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Go Back and Rescue Your Childish Creativity

It’s 1979.  A group of kids are gathered in 4th grade Social Studies creating a Paper Mache’ tiger.  (she only remembers the ‘what’, not the ‘why’) . Hardly recalls anything about the 4th grade, but that tiger lives vividly in her mind.
Fast Forward 1981 to 6th grade.  The Daughter’s of the American Revolution were hosting an art contest.   The winner would receive a monetary reward. The girl couldn't wait to hurry home and make something fabulous.  Really didn't even care about the winning part, just excited to have a reason to make real art. She consulted with her dad on the project and together they made the most beautiful Bald Eagle on a flimsy poster board, holding the constitution in its talons.  She was very proud.
What next?  Where did she go from there?  Surely she continued her love of art by living it.  Surely, the girl kept playing and creating, taking classes at school, growing in her creative life.  NOPE…
She never lost that unquenchable desire to create things but something changed.  Along with physical growth and maturity came insecurity.  Who was she to even think she was an artist.  “Look around.  You can’t make real art.  You’re a fake, “ she would tell herself.   Imagination became censored.  It was put on the shelf, left to collect dust, like a really great book you liked so well that you’d pull it back out once in a while to read again on rainy days.
Later, at 20 years of age, she met the mother of the man who would become her husband.  Vivian was an artist.  Not by trade but she was one.  She could really paint.  Beautiful landscapes and still life's. She invited her future daughter-in-law to come with her to an art lesson.  The girl had a ball but still felt like a fake.  The art she made there was just a fluke.  It turned out okay but it was just luck. 
Life went on and once in a great while the paints and canvas would make an appearance in the kitchen, she’d create her fake art, never satisfied, and put it all away again for months.  She made little mixed media party invites for her kids birthday parties.  Again, she was proud and satisfied but still, it was just luck that they turned out at all. 
The bug never left.  It was always there.  (That’s probably why she became a hairdresser, and pretty darn successful one at that!)
That art bug bit all the time .The girl started to realize that maybe she could be an artist.  Insecurity would have to be put on the shelf and exchanged for the imagination she left there so long ago.  Who was the critic anyway?  Who Cares! 
She painted for gifts, for herself, for fun.    Gradually, the inhibitions shrunk as creativity grew.  She couldn’t get home from work fast enough to get down to her little basement studio and make art.  Creating art gave her a sense of accomplishment she hadn’t felt since the 6th grade.  Throwing executive function to the wind, she silenced the critic and enjoyed the process.  She began to relate to that forgotten kid.  The girl (at this point nearly 40) was making, giving and even selling her art.  She started a blog and found others out there who were just like her.  They encouraged one another and their lives were influenced by the support from such a community. 
OKAY, OKAY.  I AM THAT GIRL. 
Pablo Picasso said, “ Every child is an artist, the problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up.” 
  Oh, how true! 
Micah pic 2, 6/4/09, 10:56 AM, 16C, 2938x3683 (3188+1500), 150%, Custom,  1/15 s, R84.4, G54.6, B56.4
“Ode to Oz”  a gift for Miss Priss’ 4th grade teacher, May 2009

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Re-Zest Your Nest

 

rezest

A Parisian Shopping Experience

Saturday, October 9th, 2010

10:00am - 7:00pm

Robbins - Sanford Grand Hall and Carriage House

in Historic Downtown Searcy

The artists at Second Saturday Studio are participating in this event by having a starving artist sale. 

Come out this weekend and support the first Re-Zest  upscale consignment fair! 

Hope to see you there!

happy day!!

Friday, October 1, 2010

6th Grade Project #2: Color Project



When Miss Priss came home and announced her next project I was ALL GIDDY!!  She said it was going to be a color project. She chose Lime Green.  My wheels were silently turning but I wanted to encourage her to get that storm brewing in her own imagination.
She was required to have 4 magazine clippings, the definition of the color, a 3d object and a good example of lime green.
Here comes the fun part:

Sewing!!               
Lime Green is represented by cutting out triangles of lime green fabric.  Next,  stamp letters onto the triangles.  Pin the fabric onto ribbon or seam binding.  Sew away!  (This was her first time to sew but she took to it like an old pro!) …    *pride* :) 
Then attach the pennant banner onto the poster with hot glue.  Easy breazy!
I think she did a fabulous job, don’t you? 
Happy Day!