Sunday, 21 August 2011
My other life is so rewarding. I work for a Mental Health charity and help run a service called the Wellbeing Service. Part of my work includes providing art courses which I absolutely love, they are so therapeutic and each time I plan a course it is attended by at least 10 people. I have a mixed group, some are quite artistic already but for many others it is their first experience of trying something creative. The joy I get from seeing them grow and the sense of pride they gain from producing their first piece of art work is so amazing. I remember that feeling well back in 2004 when I first decided I wanted to learn how to paint, and because of my journey I can provide the guidance and encouragement for them to believe in themselves.
The work shown here is some of the art people did in my recent Expressions in Mixed Media class. They produced three pieces of work in 3 two hour classes! Collage, plaster on canvas board, and plaster gauze.
Friday, 19 August 2011
This WIP is a combination of a technique I have done previously by painting a face with a black shiva oilstik on a textured background but instead of painting a normal eye I have used Carla's guidance. I plan to create a pattern for her dress by printing my own pattern..I'm going to trial it on paper first...I learnt that lesson a long time ago :)
Posted by Lyn at 16:40
Thursday, 18 August 2011
So we visited a lovely little market town called Buckingham a while ago, it's very quaint and has a flea market and antique shops and little lanes choc a block full of little independant shops to browse, when we stumbled upon a flower stall. They had a lovely collection of plants beautifully displayed in old china cups and saucers and my eye was drawn to one in particular. Ooooh I said, and leant forward to smell the flowers.....I inhaled deeper....nothing...i tried again...ziltch, so i said to my hubby "I can't smell jam". He looked quite bemused...I'd seen that look before, "what do you mean?", "you can't smell jam" he replied..a little smirk beginning to creep across his face. "Well" I replied, "it says jam scented, and I can't smell jam". His face was a picture as he replied "Darling it says....... I am scented!!"
Posted by Lyn at 23:22