I used to be a grown up, and do grown up things (-ish)
A few years ago, when my two youngest children were very small. I signed up for an evening art course to stop myself from going completely and utterly insane.
It wasn't this art course .
The art course I'm talking about , was the polar opposite of that art course.
This one was run by Judy Hempstead, who is a very popular local artist. That fact that she is a successful artist, I feel, is one of the reasons this class was so enjoyable, not only did we gain from her vast experience and knowledge, but also she was there because she 'liked' to teach, not 'had' to teach.
This class was a lot of fun. It consisted mainly of mothers with young children who were desperate to get out of the house (we all used to lie to our husbands, and say the class started earlier than it did - just to escape), and a couple of brave blokes who obviously weren't easily scared.
Trips to the local village pub were often involved to continue our intellectual conversations about art (?), and we all passed the exam with flying colours.
I learnt that art and craft are one and the same thing, and never ever to take myself seriously. The niciest thing about Judy, is that if she took a look at the daft little creatures I enjoy making these days, she would approve whole-heartedly.
The above images are from a silk wallhanging I made for part of my coursework, inspired by Paul Klee.
I'd forgotten how much I enjoy silk painting, the colours are so vivid and transulucent, something that doesn't really show up in the photos, because there is still no sign of Spring and the light is CRAP.
I might have to dig those paints out, and have some more fun with them.
Hope you have a happy fun weekend too.
: )