While I was finishing up my last week in the library, my art teacher friends Lacy and Holly were hosting kids’ art camp. They finished tonight with a gala display for the students’ families.
There were some very interesting ostriches, among other things.
Some of my favorites were the multimedia textiles/weavings.
Even the cookies were artistic (the ostrich strikes again).
It was a lot of fun.
All children are artists. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up. – Pablo Picasso
I’m taking great delight in this illustration of a poem done by one of our fourth-graders recently. I just can’t decide if Mr. Rotten’s mood better describes our students or teachers lately. (And although I at first thought he was wearing a crown, I do believe his hair is on fire.)
A fine arts show, that is. And it’s finally over and done.
I hobnobbed with the bigwigs at the opening last night.
And I sat and spun today.
I acquired a lot of good experience, made a little money, got a commission for a hand-knit hat, and was invited back for next year.
For which I shall endeavor to prepare much further in advance. Because now my house looks like the woman on the front of this book has been taking care of it. And I feel a little like the monster thing pictured.
. . . is probably not in the cards for me anytime soon. But if anyone is interested in what I’ve been doing over spring break and what’s on offer in my upcoming show, there’s a listing here. Keep in mind this is a quick and dirty list, not a professional page, and the photography often leaves a lot to be desired.
That said, back to real life. My parents are coming for dinner, the house is a mess, and I have to go to the grocery or they’ll be eating Hot Pockets tonight.
Took a trip to my old college town today with some friends and discovered some beautiful artwork, right there on the street. Click thumbnails to enlarge.