A Year of the SPARK lesson: Reverse painting on clear packing tape. I didn’t like my results so I cut it up in strips. What you see is the reverse order of the process.
3. Cut-up strips on black paper
Thrown Around
2. Cut up strips, a variation
Cut up
1. Painted-packing-tape, torn magazines and chalk
Cut-up, pasted down packing strips, torn magazine and chalk
sleep on fiber fill
not to insult fellow birds
down pillows offend
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Cable network down
irritated bird snores
Network TV bores
Mixed Media, Irritating Irritated Bird
I’m not lisssssssstening . .
Haiku Horizons – prompt CUT
Who Nu Haiku
Much too much to drink
Irritated birds can’t fly
“water – logged” will sink
Bob the Blobfish sez: “There she goes . . .again”
Me and my paint brush just weren’t getting along so I turned my affection toward my oil pastels (I think the paint was secretly relieved). So here’s my possibly, probably final version . . . I think . . . of my “Splish-Splash-Painting-Drawing-Thingey-Critter.
If you want to see what the steps were to this point click here:https://judithwesterfield.com/2014/08/07/sneak-a-peek-at-summer-art-camp/
Paint & I decided to part ways at this point
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Humph! She can be so melodramatic . . .
Judy’s Heart Series, mixed media
No Place to Hide
Judy’s Heart series, Mixed Media
No Place to Play Dead
Judy’s Heart Series, Acrylic
White Flag of Surrender
Here’s some great pictures and a written piece by one of my new favorite artists. (love her sense of color).
Therese inspired me in three ways: 1. (Chlepfigs) Müntschi – A name for Laurie & Jan’s Puppy!; 2. Her mixed media* paintings; 3. Her wonderful written remembrance of her father. Take a look –
Bits and Pieces from my Father’s Wallet
http://therese-joseph.blogspot.com
In memory of my father who passed away a few years ago…
“As a little girl whenever I needed some spare change to buy candy, chocolate or ice cream I would go to my father and perform my little song and dance. Jumping up and down, smiling and singing … “Please, please can I have “as Fränkli” (one dollar)?”
I knew what was coming next. “Ehhh… mmm… well… for what?” “For the store! Please, please”, while doing the pirouette… My dad would dig his big hand deep down into his blue overall pocket… and with difficulties pull out his fat wallet. He then would hand it to me but hold on to it until he got a kiss.
Once I had delivered “as chlepfigs Müntschi” (loud-sounding kiss) on his cheek he would let go of the wallet. I would open it and tried to find a 1 Frank or 2 Frank coin… most of the time I was unsuccessful because his overstuffed wallet was filled with little screws, nuts and bolts, not coins. It was a wallet like no other.
Even though I knew ahead of time that money was a rare item in my dad’s wallet I came back time and time again to beg for money for treats. May be because we had our little ritual down pat and I needed to practice my song and dance every so often. Or it could be because my dad would give me a 5 Frank coin if he did not have anything smaller. And that was a big deal for a little girl like me.
The mixed media paintings (8×5 in) let you take a peek into my dad’s wallet and let me relive those precious moments.”
*Mixed media! Fun! Colorful! Expressive! Mixed Media is just what it implies – pretty much anything goes. Use acrylic paint with ink, with water-color, with pen, paste on objects, memorabilia, photos, collage pieces and yes nuts & bolts . . . it’s only limited by your imagination.
Love - Rhythm!
I Got Rhythm Haiku
Sing and dance your love with the joy of grateful hearts Celebrate life’s tune Swaying to life’s beat Lifting voices to the sky Melody of prayerHere’s my latest LOVE-Page for the Book of Days. Not sure if it’s finished but I’m done!
For whatever the reason when I was working on the journal page this song kept running through my mind. It sounded wonderful because My Mind always sings in tune.
This video can’t be “embedded” so you’ll have to use your rhythm and click this link to hear Gene Kelly and the children sing and dance. It’ll make you smile! Well worth the click! http://youtu.be/LvglHa_P9BA
Here are the words for those of you who don’t want to hear the wonderfully joyous rendition of:
I Got Rhythm by George Gershwin
Days can be sunny
With never a sigh,
Don’t need what money
Can buy.
Birds in the tree sing
Their dayful of song.
Why shouldn’t we sing
Along?
I’m chipper all the day,
Happy with my lot.
How did I get that way?
Look at what I’ve got.
I got rhythm,
I got music,
I got my man —
Who could ask for anything more?
I got daisies
In green pastures,
I got my man —
Who could ask for anything more?
I got daisies
In green pastures,
I got my man —
Who could ask for anything more?
Old man trouble,
I don’t mind him —
You won’t find him
‘Round my door
I got starlight,
I got sweet dreams,
I got my man —
Who could ask for anything more —
Who could ask for anything more?!
Old man trouble,
I don’t mind him
You won’t find him Polly
‘Round my door Oh…
I got rhythm,
I got music,
I got my man —
Who could ask for anything more? Oh…
I got daisies
In green pastures
I got my man —
Who could ask for anything more?
Who could ask for anything more?!
Who could ask for anything more?!
P.S. I may not respond to everyone’s comment every time as I’m trying to figure out how to better “pace” myself. (My tempo was much too fast last year.) Please know that I read EVERY SINGLE ONE! (As a matter of fact they can’t get posted unless I read and approve.)
* Exception to rule #1: No painting the walls
**Exception to rule #2: No painting the carpet
***Exception to rule #3: No painting the facilitator.
****Every person in every workshop has exceeded my expectation.
Paintings from classes taught by Therese Lydia Joseph at
