Campy

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The conservatory always captivates.

Every summer for 4 years now, I disappear into art camp. It’s my favorite time of year. Painting with spaghetti, crafting sketchbooks, and visiting the park’s breathtaking conservatory are definite highlights. I’m on my feet all day supervising a couple dozen kids, and it’s always a blast.

This year my hedgehogs modeled for the teens and tweens camp, we made metal foil embossed sketchbooks, learned sword fighting, and played numerous silly games. Next week is the last camp, Paint-a-Palooza. We start with blind finger painting and end with a paint slip ‘n slide.

Parents and friends often comment that I must have the patience of a saint to deal with goofy kids who enjoy making messes. What they don’t realize is that I am secretly a big kid myself. Shh.

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Transforming spaces with 2D elements.

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One camper was not into sewing a pillow. I started listing off other possibilities, and her eyes lit up when I said,”Voodoo doll?”

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This kiddo said this was not a pillow she could actually sleep on since it had pokey pipe cleaners on it. She then said,”Maybe I’ll give it to my brother.”

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These two campers were after my own heart.

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This girl fell out of a tree and took it like a champ. Brilliant artist as well.

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Gonna miss these goofballs.

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Teaching a Perspective unit right now. My students hate it. They keep trying to draw the lines without a ruler, then wonder why their drawings look like poop. This is the conversation I have every day with at least 3 students:

“I’m done.”

“Did you use a ruler for these lines here?”

“No…”

“I see. Could you try again with a ruler this time (as I instructed)?”

“SIGGHHHHHHHHHH.”

This could take a while to catch on.

 

When Hedgehogs Attack

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August 28 – Sprained my ankle. How, you ask? Just walking. Literally. My ankle was all “I’m a ballerina!” My neighbor helped me up, and I limped to my car and went to work.

August 29 – Car accident. Old man crossed two lanes of traffic and hit me. Acquired silver streak on passenger side of my car.

September 6 – I painted a hedgehog attacking the Indianapolis monument for the Art vs. Art competition.

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Photo credited to Whitney Walker at Sky Blue Window

September 8 – My cat Hoggle went missing. Stephen and I searched everywhere, assumed he was dead. Wept like a baby.

September 9 – Found Hoggle. Overjoyed. Somehow crawled into neighbor’s basement of our duplex. He is no longer allowed in the basement.

September 12 – My 30th birthday! Also, online voting began for Art vs. Art.

September 13 – My dear sister and her wonderful wife threw a reception at their new house to celebrate getting hitched back in June, when the ban on gay marriage was deemed unconstitutional.

September 15 – Wallet went missing. Suspected it was taken out of car.

Today – Wallet found, sans $40 birthday cash. At least I don’t have to get a new driver’s license…

Saturday – Competing in another art contest, Masterpiece in a Day.

 

A lot of ups and downs these past few weeks. My ankle still hurts, and my car accident claim is still processing. I would be absolutely delighted if you could take a moment to vote for my painting at Art Vs. Art. I am also taking suggestions for what to paint on Saturday.

The Turd Week of School

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My students were acting like giant turds today.

We were tasked to paint a 36″ x 48″ canvas for the Indianapolis Colts, to put up in the stadium (or something). Last week I had them brainstorm images for the painting (it was like pulling teeth). No one was brave enough to put together a final sketch, so I took their ideas home and came up with a composition over the weekend.

This week, I wanted them to use the grid method to transfer the sketch onto the canvas. I had to practically hold their hand through the process of making a simple grid. I keep telling them to focus on one square at a time and copy the lines.

You’d think I had asked them to paint a subway mural. Whining, groaning, defiance, not following directions.

One student kept saying “This is Painting class, not Drawing.” I told him that this is part of the process; all painters need to be able to sketch out their projects, especially when working on a collaborative piece.

THEN he had the nerve to demand that I draw it on the canvas for them, and the other students chimed in. I suppose this is what comes of getting students placed in a class in which I requested students first take a 2D art class or Drawing class as a pre-requisite, and having that request promptly ignored.

This is going to be a fun semester.