I'm Late! I'm Late!

I feel like the White Rabbit, running late posting about my classes at Art and Soul. This morning I decided to post the images I've got ready and to post others later . Sorry that they'll be out of order and all mixed up. I taught 3 classes at Art and Soul and I feel lifted and healed and so happy to be back in the classroom again where I love to be. 

I taught a Journaling class, a Wax Collage class and one on Sculpey Dolls. So these images of student work are from these classes and since I had 74 students in 3 classes and many photos to organize, more will follow. 

Each class was so much fun. There is a group energy in the classroom that feeds each of us. There is no time to over think or procrastinate. Tick tock. We trust our instincts and bust loose.

This doll with the heart isn't finished yet. She will have arms and a bird perched above her crown. I love her perky hair-do.

This girl is drying but we laughed that she looks like she's doing the dead man float. She is going to hang on the wall. There are several styles we make and this is one.

The next 3 images are spreads from the journaling class. I love the exercise where we freely draw a face across a 2 page spread and then write. I encourage a style of painting that is more expressive than realistic although I like both. I think in the journal it is good to bring emotion to the page.

This page folds out to an extra large size and was painted by my comadre Katie Kendrick in class. She was my support and helper through 2 of my classes. What would we do without our friends? Friends are like angels by our side, there for protection but mostly for courage.

This page is so beautiful to me. So relaxed, my favorite colors, an uplifted feeling. And surrender. As we sometimes must.

And now some samples from the Wax class. I teach a lot of encaustic techniques in this class and the results are always exciting. Here are a few.

John is waiting for me to give him a haircut.

My manuscript is waiting for the final edit and is due in less than a week.

My laundry is piled up and overflowing the top of the basket.

The sun is shining and the potatoes John dug yesterday are waiting to be washed.

I am renewed by this experience of teaching again. I always learn as much as I teach and I would fade away without the human contact. Is it the people or the art that I need the most?

It is equal. My twin passions.