Sized and sleeved, but I keep wishing for a way to do something to bump up the contrast.
I do it often enough to make me wonder. Focus on shapes, line, and movement, but lose sight (or is it a sacrifice?) of color and contrast.
I remember that the modeling clay was cold and smelled like cola. I remember getting dozens of tiny cuts on my fingers from making tile mosaics on tin cans. Nothing much was asked of you if you had a preference, so I mostly spent the days in the basement art department. Nine ways to make brown! Early influencers - chalk, clay, and poster paint.
He told me he was excited about going to a Stripers game. That's the Atlanta Braves farm team. Cool Ray stadium was so close to the apartment where they lived, we could watch the Friday night fireworks. I'm not sure if he remembers.
So I gave him my hat, which I'd been dragging around, mostly unworn, for over a year. I adjusted the fit and watched him see himself in a different light.
We were both surprised in different ways.
4 comments:
Deb~ maybe the lesser contrast calms a piece down, slows down the viewer to gain a deeper focus.
I loved my childhood camp - absolutely! It helped shape who I became. But, I never had a good camp to send my kids, so they did not get that kind of experience. I wish they had. I hope Charlie has a blast and can't wait to hear what grabbed him.
Ooops, this was Nancy
I remember a day camp that had art, which I loved, and sports, which I hated ... I managed to dislocate and fracture a finger playing volleyball (on my non-dominant hand) and was thereby permitted to spend all my time in the art room after that
I got sent off to overnight camp prior to being 8 years old. I did NOT like it. At ALL. I thought the other girls were really mean. I never went again but made sure when I was a Girl Scout Leader that all my girls felt safe and happy. My daughter disagrees with that assessment. she was not happy.
Post a Comment