Saturday …

I had two art classes this week. One, was the final of a session of printmaking, it has been good I have learned a lot and consolidated some previous lessons. While I do find the school room experience a little daunting it is better than the feeling one has at home when the ‘art’ doesn’t go according to plan. I have wonderful facilities at home but the positive attitude of a teacher doesn’t come through and I lose the will to be experimental.

The other was one of a session of classes run by a local art group during the winter and spring terms at a nearby school.This week we painted chickens using ink and water colour.  Not a subject matter I am a familiar with or like particularly; so already I was ill prepared. However, that is not unusual; this last two years (all my life)  I have felt all of the above and more beside so I was ready for the panic.

Nonetheless, I was pleasantly surprised at the results of both classes, but I am still left with some decisions about the way forward.  For example experimenting at home without a teacher and other students … the use of colour, reduction and other clever technical stuff. Then, there are the chickens do they have a valid place in my life?