Yesterday, we delivered art for one of my exhibits, then went for a drive in the mountains away from busy roads. We sat with our picnic lunch of fried chicken and homemade coleslaw and admired the beauty of nature. Looking at the misty distance of mountains with sunlit patches across the nooks and valleys and a just-right breeze. The music of the river accompanied the lyrics of the songbirds adding to the surreal feeling of a moment between time. This was my memory stamp for the day, and I chose to share it with all of you. Have a great day !!! Toneeke
Creativity runs wild around our home and my soul. I can't help looking at something and deciding it needs another meaning. The latest addition to my growing yard art was a recycled satellite dish. I have a lot of projects in the thinking stage, a few in the getting parts stage, and two in the assemblage stage. I have plans for their exhibits and sharing the laughter that will go with them. Nothing is safe from paint around here not to mention what may be attached. I am so ready to fire my kiln up and get more clay works done, when I get through with the assemblages it will be a cool down time for playing in clay, and perhaps will give a class or two.
My gran-babies all call me Yaya which was started by one of my grand daughter's when she was approx a year old, it means grandmother in Greek... odd in a sense, but perhaps not for my family. ( said with a smile )
I remember it wasn't long ago that my "Yaya babies"( gran-babies ) were getting into trouble for making measuring sticks and murals on the walls in Their Homes. I recall our son-in-law say to his little girl who was about four then " Ama what do you think you are doing?" She simply replied " I am measuring people as Yaya does. I measure the grandbabies as they grow on a door frame in my workspace in the back. So you can imagine the lines of black marker on freshly painted white walls in her house... Yep... you know a zebra lived there. I also know they had drawings on the walls. I told our children to remember that the little ones do not know it is wrong when they see Yaya measure people and when Yaya paints on the walls. They need to remember they come by it naturally and honestly and paint is plentiful to repaint over the early artistic talent attempts when they understand to use canvas. Now they all paint on canvases.
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