I took as many classes with
Christi Friesen as I possibly could. She's great! She is very open and magnanimous. Her ideas are shared freely and we are all encouraged to make pieces using her methods. To be so generous with my ideas and and creative self is something I aspire to.
This is from her Art Nouveau Blooms class. The bee was a generous gift from another class-goer who brought TONS of goodies, and didn't mind that I touch EVERYTHING. Soooo shinnneeey...
What was I saying? Oh yes! Christi gave a free class on nest making! CUUUTE! And there was another booth showing how to make donuts! I made this one with the Simpsons in mind... mmmm donuts... aaaghhhhh...
This is next group is from her Foundpunk Garden class. It's a cross between found items and steam punk and gardens. I of course took it one step beyond and also included color vomit. YES!
Piles of cwap. Soon to become....
A brilliant wall hanging. We also made molds with 2 part silicon mold making goo. The pics didn't turn out well. They just looked like blue blobs.
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But open the locket and her cute can still be there!
I want to make myself a locket with Napoleon inside. Not Dynamite, the short one from France. Or maybe some sort of Commodore, so I can hang anchors all over it.
Good luck Georgia! You're a star!
more to come!
There are inspired by a book called Watercolor- painting outside the lines by Linda Kemp. A very cool book! She walks you through exercises to get familiar with your preferred medium. I use Dr. Martin's Hydrus. A totally liquid water color. It feels more like dye to me, which I love.
These two works are hot messes, but it's easy for me to get flustered. I'm not quite grasping her method, but practice practice practice*! Here experimented with more abstract shapes, and want to keep working with the idea but I've got to set it down and move on. The method is really fun, and these are my getting-to-know-the-technique works. I'll stick with something a little less ambitious next ;)
These poor fish! The last inhabitants of the pond got ick and died, bless. All systems were cleaned up and new fish were brought in. No public feeding, though. The last fish were greedy little beggars. They would beach themselves to get treats and wobble back into the water. These guys just coasted around. They looked like they were flying underwater.
It was more peaceful this day.
Much less fish frenzy.
More blossoms.
