Last Wednesday was the last day of this session of my collage class. School's out for the summer! Just a few photographs here and a few more finished pieces.
Judy's colorful "Backward, turn backward, O Time..."
Monday, May 31, 2010
Sunday, May 30, 2010
another day
Still in limbo with my computer. Since hubby gets the Consumer Reports Magazine and they had an article about the best computers to buy, he is now researching for me. Oh dear. So, I still have lots to catch up on and share with you. This is from Calligraphy class last Monday. Walnut ink and then lettering on it with water! I love the effect! The lettering is Neuland and I love the simplicity of it.
Coming soon...update on the Doves and my class on Wednesday.
Friday, May 28, 2010
Henri's favorite game
Thursday, May 27, 2010
The Poetry Luncheon
the dove family
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
wednesday
Poetry luncheon went nicely yesterday. A big thing for me to get through another public speaking event. This was the 9th year! Everything looked so beautiful in the chapel garden. I am on my son's computer again today (using that for now) and he is going to try to help me put on some pix later, so I can catch up with all that I have to tell you. Baby doves still hopping around in the window box with mommy and daddy there off and on. They must be trying to gain their independence. Today is collage class and quilting. See you later!
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
tuesday
Today is poetry luncheon at The Center. I must catch up later, but this week is crazy. And to add to the confusion, my hard drive gave up on me so I'm on my son's computer. It's hard to get used to a different keyboard. Sunday was nice with a "family" supper at Dan's with leftovers from his Saturday night bean bag party with friends. Monday was calligraphy class and did something new with lettering with walnut ink. Have to show you. This morning, I was worried about the baby doves, as I could only see one in the nest ...and no mommy...and the neighbor's cat was out lounging in my garden! Scat! I walked around and didn't see any sign of trauma. Now I see the two babies in the nest. I don't know where the missing one was, unless the other was tucked in below him. I don't think so though. I still have not seen mommy this morning! We are having a quilting display at the luncheon today, so I was still clipping seams on my second quilt so that it could go along. It's now in the washing machine to fluff up it's seams. And I need to concentrate on my poetry! Good grief, Jughead!
Monday, May 24, 2010
Twins again!
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Remembering Uncle Joe
Memories. Lots of them. Uncle Joe was someone out of a story book. Maybe a F. Scott Fitzgerald novel. Yesterday, all the fun memories of him came flooding back as his granddaughter gave the "time of remembrance". Uncle Joe and Aunt Fran became my family when I married my husband. When planning our honeymoon, they invited us to spend a few days with them in Duluth on our way to "Memory Lodge" in Canada. Uncle Joe knew how to show a person "the good life". We had a wonderful time. As the years went on, we saw them occasionally, sometimes winter holidays, but not enough with us raising a young family, and because of the distance between us. I remember a fabulous vacation we had with them one summer, visiting them in Texas where they then lived later on. Driving over to Mexico that time, walking through all the little shops, eating authentic Mexican food in a great restaurant he frequented, taking photographs in a wonderful little church with beautiful old statues at the altar, and before going home enjoying the simplicity and evening quietness of the little old town square. Yes, Uncle Joe knew how to show a person "the good life" and he shared it with you when you were there. We experienced many happy cocktail hours and first tasted big Valdalia onions stuffed with butter, made on the grill. Mmmmm. He was colorful and flamboyant and fun! When he called on the phone, you always knew he was truly happy to talk to you and interested in what was going on in your life. He loved his family. His granddaughter's speech, yesterday, was a tribute to him, and at dinner we celebrated his life as he would have liked us to. Uncle Joe...thanks for the memories.
Friday, May 21, 2010
Timber
Timber is all tired out after his visit to the vet yesterday. Tired from x-rays, nail trim and just getting there. His growth near his heart is bigger but not impairing his breathing and he doesn't have pain, so now just a medication to help with his digestion and will be having smaller, more frequent meals. He was happy to come home.
Wednesday's class
One more week left to class, everyone is finishing up their pieces. Here is Linda's first-ever collage! She will finish it with a transfer of her theme next week. "You don't want to stand rigid like a tall oak that cracks and collapses inthe storm. Instead, you want to be flexible, like a reed that bends with the storm and survives." Sorry about the glare. I will get a better picture.
Elena's piece seems to carry a strong message. Powerful and absolutely beautiful!
Lots of movement in this wonderful piece by Teri S, telling the story of the whirling dervish. The figure on the right will go on as a tranfer.
And here, Teri S is finishing her warm and colorful volcano piece.
Sandy's lovely piece, incorporating some of her own floral artwork. "I shut my eyes in order to see." Paul Gauguin And on the right, a smaller accompanying piece.
Judy's collage is filled with repeated patterns of all the things she loves. "Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight, Make me a child again just for tonight!"
Marge has done a lovely and serene abstract landscape. We will be anxious to see what quote she has chosen.
Denise surely did her homework, creating 8 collages using papers she had leftover from other pieces.
She had taped the borders on all of them and removed them on Thursday, leaving this wonderful "matted" effect.
Each one an individual.
Each one interesting.
Mary Ann changed this piece that she had been working on a while back to fit a quote that she wanted to express. "Art is the only way to run away without leaving home." by Twyla Tharp
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