Mural Painting in Honduras

Mural Painting in Honduras

A few years ago, I had the opportunity to give back though artwork to an orphanage in Honduras High in the mountains north of Tegucigalpa, I undertook painting a huge cement-block wall; my ‘sombrero’ to block the heat of the hot Central American Sun I had to use found or donated paint, the assistance of many, and most important, had the help of my young daughter to cover the many sections of wall with the bright murals Simple designs held multiple meanings for the children living within the safety of the walls (yes, gunshots were heard outside multiple times) It was a beautiful, creative and inspiring time and I was the one that left with the gift. I am so excited to embark on another journey in just a few months to paint again on foreign soil with my daughter & I know that I will be the lucky one...
Storytelling Camp: A City in One Day

Storytelling Camp: A City in One Day

I have been spending these past few months researching “Smart art” for my many kid’s classes at MAKE. Trying to find the neatest, most creative ways to experience learning through art and craft. One of my favorite camps that has resulted from all this screen time and page turning is my upcoming Storytelling camp. This is three days of the coolest creativity- making prompts and projects that start and create story lines. SO a search with great creativity comes, well, with a scavenger hunt throughout my MAKE studio! I wanted the kids create a city silhouette that would put lots of characters in close proximity, so that the story lines could be never ending.  An urban landscape that could create homes for as many possible subjects for leading roles. I found the perfect subjects- These rubber pieces are the shells that remain when you remove the alphabet stamps once held. These were perfect! They weren’t trash to be tossed- these were skyscrapers in the making!! A little glue, a stamp block, and we were in business. Then my hunt led my to my robot creating station. (of course there is a robot creating station-motherboards in pieces, wire snips, strange plastic shapes that once held something we would have called a “mix-tape”)  The rubber insides of the dismantled remotes were begging to become urban dwellings, and the stacking blocks declared that they were skinny high-rises as well! Out came my favorite colors of Dick Blick block printing ink, glass palettes, brayers, papers, card stock, oh my! Who says you can’t build a city in one...
Glimpses of Grace

Glimpses of Grace

There are clubs out there without names or charters or offices. Clubs without buildings or meeting rooms or chairs or calendar meeting dates. These are the ‘groups of life’ that you join through experiences, both beautiful and tragic. The knowing glances from newlyweds as they watch their friends walk the aisle- joining the marriage club. Among the pews  are also glances of love lasted, worn or torn, that come from those with even more experience in the ‘marriage club’. Early morning runners greet each other with knowing waves, travelers with heavily stamped passports advise those with newly issued tickets, new mothers tell birth stories (sometimes too graphically) to those whose bellies await delivery- they all share a bond of common experiences. Then there are the tragedies. The ache you feel for someone, both known and unknown, that is walking a path you have already stumbled through. While I have not walked the path of a cancer diagnosis, or lost a child that was running through my home that very morning, I ache for them. But my pain, my thoughts, can never join their hearts in that terrible membership status like those that have received the same news. There is a beautiful song that sings the line “we are all one phone call from our knees” and that is so true for all. This past week, I watched one of my dearest friends thrown into membership of a club I reluctantly belong to as well…the sudden death of her father. I did not want that membership card, nor does anyone else, but life sends you your journey and you must take it in hand. Each path...
Key to my Heart

Key to my Heart

Going through the house to fill the donation box, I kept picking up frames in one room or another. Some were old, some new, some broken, some brand new from the craft store. So there I was with a stack of frames & wood & inspiration struck… Holiday ornaments and tags were just waiting to be discovered in those wooden pieces…pumpkins needed to be adorned, ornaments wanted to be created and all in all- it was time to create! I also had a wonderful box just delivered from DecoArt full of amazing products from their new mixed-media line to try…I have several art projects in mind for these new products (especially their fabulous fluid acrylics!)…but today I was thinking more decoratively in my home for my mixed media creating! Since I felt a little sparkly, I went with ornaments first (I know- out of seasonal order, but who can resist the possibility of spreading a little golden cheer!) I grabbed the first frame, and old book, several awesome products from DecoArt’s new mixed media line, a stencil or two & raided the junk drawer for some old keys, buttons & an assortment of what-nots!     I began tearing pages and deco-paging the background. When dry, I did a soft wash using white antiquing cream to soften the look. Then I took one of my new favorite products,  DecoArt’s Metallic Lustre – Gold Rush, and rubbed it with a rag along the edges and details of the frame- Love! To create the center image for my frame, I used a key stencil, gesso & a palette knife. I taped off around the key I...