wayfaringwordhack: (pondering)

(These posts are pretty much copy-pasted from the art forum where I first wrote them)

29 Jan 2024
Two Fridays have come and gone since my last posting about my family's art prompt adventure. It isn't because we haven't been doing it, but because we bit off more than we could chew! The kids drew three prompts: The name of my youngest, one of their uncles, and Claude Monet!

So, two portraits (should you chose to interpret the prompt that way, and most did/do) and the style of one of the fathers of Impressionism. Whom, it turns out, my children did not know much about--no worries, we'll learn like we did with Georgia O'Keeffe--but they didn't even have a good grasp about what Impressionism is. They were discouraged and unhappy with any results they were getting, and this was when I realized just how much art baggage and assorted culture I have picked up over the years. I incorrectly assumed that with a little "YouTube refresher" everyone could be on the same artistic page I was.

So we voted, midweek, to drop Tonton (endearing term for "uncle" in French) from the challenge. That still didn't get us closer to knowing how to approach Impressionism, particularly Monet's style, who, unhelpfully to us, did *not* paint a lot of portraits.

Another vote decided we would extend this challenge for two weeks, and I dug into some fun activities with the kids, geared to get them to loosen up, "dab" the paint, and be conscious of values. That culminated in little copies of Claude Monet's painting "San Giorgio Maggiore at Dusk."

(Monet did this in oils and we worked in watercolor, making it harder to get his "blended dabbing;" but watercolor is definitely faster and easier to work with/clean up after with kiddos!)

They started to have more fun, which is the point of it all, but there are still pockets of resistance in my seven-year-old.🤪

On Friday, I will have portraits or "figures in a landscape" to show for those who are willing to have me share their work.😝

I have learned:

- additional things about Impressionism;

- some of the limits of the prompt challenge; but

- how to roll with changes to accommodate the goals of having fun with learning and creativity. The beauty of our learning style is that we are on no one else's timetable but our own. We can slow down or speed ahead as we want.

How did you creatively play this week? Learn anything you'd like to share or make anything you would like to post?
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(Follow-up posted 13 Feb)

I promised follow up on the Monet inspired paintings of my youngest son.  I will share mine and then what my youngest son did.  Because "self-portrait" is also an upcoming prompt, each person is not obliged to draw/paint themselves when their individual name is picked.  So, Youngest Son, not too thrilled by Monet, chose to be inspired by George Meouchy, a Lebanese artist, whose exhibit we visited recently.


Arches Oil Paper, 23x31cm (9x12in)

This was immensely challenging, and I almost threw in the towel multiple times.  I painted him a tad thicker than he really is, and trying to get proportions and a believable figure showed me just how much I need to do more work with anatomy. It is frightening and amazing how the smallest of brushstrokes can totally alter something.

And Youngest Son's George Meouchy-inspired rhino, a whopping 50X60cm (20x24) canvas panel, acrylics:

I love how brave he was in going big.  Momma needs to take some lessons!

wayfaringwordhack: (Junebug Diggin' Life)
We could go with:  "Ti'Loup's Crocheted Baby Blanket, Five Year's Coming,"  OR "Well-Traveled Yarn," OR "Better Late Than Never"  OR "Ça Tombe à Pic"*

For each of my babies, I made at least one blanket, and I wanted them all to have one I crocheted.  I so loved Farmer Boy's blanket, featured here (hello, old Egyptian apartment!): 

junebug's blanket

that I wanted to reproduce the color-scheme for Ti'Loup.  These two boys were born 26 months apart (and their yarn bought in two different countries), so I was unable to get the exact weights and colors.  I had decided on a ripple pattern for Ti'Loup, but I did not get farther than half of the starting chain while we were in Egypt.   Yes, we did leave that country when Ti'Loup was 14 months old; why do you ask? :P  What, you don't think he was still a baby? ;)

So, international move, settling into a new home, farm life, et al, and the yarn was stuffed away in the craft room after only a few stitches added to the chain.  When, over four years later, we moved again, here to Lebanon, I re-packed all that yarn into our suitcases, justifying its presence because of how nicely it filled the empty spaces, firmly lodging our other belongings, aka necessities.  Oh, and because Ti'Loup was no longer an infant and I knew I needed the blanket to be a bit bigger if it was to be of any use to him, I also added any other yarn that might fit the color scheme and buy me a few extra rows.  Mixed bag of yarn in hand, I set out to find a pattern that would play nice with all the factors I was having to juggle for cohesiveness.  I settled on this rainbow baby blanket sampler.

In true me style, I decided upon arriving here that the Most Pressing Thing To Do was finish the dratted patiently-awaited blanket.  After many hours of crocheting, and a couple more of ripping out over 20 rows and re-doing them because I had inadvertently added stitches, we have a blanket!  It might be missing the pattern's border (yeah, don't have enough yarn to do that), but it is a bona fide usable, cuddle-worthy, cozy-making, memory-building blanket.

Sorry for the fuzziness; I zoomed to take the photo from the landing on the floor above:
  
blanket-overhead.jpg
 
blanket1.jpg


And one with the not-so-little happy owner:

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* "In the Nick of Time" or "This is Timely" or "It's Opportune", take your translation pick, whichever conveys to you that it is freezing here in Lebanon and a lap blanket is a wonderfully useful thing to have about one's self.  
wayfaringwordhack: (Junebug Diggin' Life)

Neither J nor I have ever been big News Year's Eve celebrators, so it is rare that we do anything special.  On NYE, J was in bed by 22h00, but the kids were still awake and excited.  We went up to their room and read lots of stories, and Ti'Loup longingly expressed a wish to set off fireworks (prompted by Bobby's 5th birthday with his Grandpa Bob in the book Now One Foot, Now the Other by Tomie dePaola).

 "We have sparklers," I said.  "This is a special occasion; let's use them."*

Which, as you can imagine, was met with great enthusiasm.  Except by J, who did not want to get out of bed to come sparkle in the New Year with us.  :P  The kids danced in the snow in front of the house with their sparklers, then we went to the cross that is set up at the entrance to our hamlet and said a prayer for the New Year.  We are blessed to be alive, to be together, to be healthy, to have shelter, to have grace:
 
 
 


* I have never found sparklers for sale in France (OK, I haven't looked super hard), so I have hoarded these from Egypt.
** A silver lining to losing old friends is that, by moving along, we have made new friends
*** For those who don't know, Farmer Boy was born with a squint.  He had surgery a couple of years ago, but he still needs to wear a patch 3hrs/day on his right eye to make the left one work more.
wayfaringwordhack: (Junebug Diggin' Life)
 Tonight, Ti'Loup (4yrs old) told me I was a "smart licky."  I don't think I was the one he heard *smart aleck* from, but I suppose it is possible.

I was a "smart licky" because I told him maybe the marker lid he was looking for was under a sketchbook cover and indeed it was. :P Guess we need to work on the definition after he gets the pronunciation down, but I think I will leave things as they are for the time being.  ;) 

Done Deal

13 May 2017 03:06 pm
wayfaringwordhack: (art - guitton housework)
As of yesterday, we are homeowners. For Real. First time in ... 11 years. I'm excited in more ways than I am going to take the time to express. :P

A guy from the moving company came by this morning to estimate how much stuff we want to ship back to France. His estimate: 12-13 cubic meters. J's and my estimate: 4-5 cubic meters.

Comment and say who you think is closer to the truth. :P In any case, we pay on the real cubage, not any estimates. I. just.want. my. boxes.  Ms Antsy? That's me.

As soon as he left, I got online and booked a moving van to haul all our stuff that is in storage at my mil's up to our new abode. Hoarders Extraordinaire? That's us.

Seriously though, we have all sorts of stuff that we always knew we would need once we settled down again.

So our coming weeks look like this:

This week - Get boxes and start packing
May 20th - Celebrate Ti'Loup's 1st Birthday!!!
More weeks - pack some more
July 4th - Finally "Bye Bye, Egypt" for four of the Faures
July 8th - move into new home
unpack moving van stuff and wait for maritime shipment to arrive, probably mid-August - September.

Which means we have to be super careful how we pack from here. Cast iron skillets weigh a lot, but I will have put mine in my suitcase. Can't live without them for months. :P

Ten weeks

26 Apr 2017 01:24 pm
wayfaringwordhack: (art - guitton housework)
For some weeks now, I've been feeling really puffy and moonfaced. Just the other day (no points for observation for me) I noticed that this puffiness is in my legs, too. I'm feeling stiff and sore for no reason.  So, I've decided that I'm going to go off gluten for the remainder of the time we are here. Not because i have a proven sensitivity to it, I just want to see what my body does without it. I'm also cutting down on carbs* overall, especially those in a processed form. I'll still eat veggies and fruits that contain them. I haven't decided on brown rice, etc. yet. Of course thinking about what I put in my body makes me more aware of the lack of exercise I get. I'm going to change that as well. To get rid of the edema, I'm drinking lemongrass infusions; juices with celery, parsley, ginger, lemon...; cutting back on salt; elevating my legs; and giving myself massages to move the fluid. I'm going to do some yoga for lymphatic flow.  If it doesn't go away or comes back again, I'll have to go to the doc to figure out why I have it and try to get it under control before flying out.

I hope to be a lighter in body and spirit when we get to our new place.

Speaking of weeks, the kids and I are without J as he spends two weeks working at the French consulate in Alexandria. We had planned to go see him this weekend, but some unexpected work on his end and the fact that Alex is even louder, apparently, than Cairo and is not kid-friendly to navigate, we've cancelled that.

This separation is a foretaste of what our lives will be like in France, and so far the kids are sort of OK. Junebug, however, seems to be a bit needier than usual and is more set on persecuting Sprout. "It's the age and the stage," she stoically tells me. This comes from me telling her that she also went through this when she was younger. Junebug's issues are exacerbated by Ti'Loup's presence in his life. He loves his baby brother and is often affectionate towards him, but boy does he dislike Ti'Loup being near me when he, Junebug, is tired or in need. Ti'Loup just turned 11 months old, but he already senses the rivalry and is starting to glare at Junebug. :-/

Now back to my cleaning and packing...

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* Carbs are a no-no of sorts for me because of my PCOS.


wayfaringwordhack: (art - pondering)
I forgot to take pictures of this week's creative endeavors,* but I remembered to take one of Ti'Loup's quilt. (fresh out of the washing machine; should have ironed it for the photo. :P )  And because [livejournal.com profile] frigg made me laugh with a comment the other day to the effect of "In my mind, your craft room is a pristine space," you also get a bonus of the reality that is my atelier. I did spare you the mess that is the children's side. In fact, their workspaces so are overflowing with their stuff that they always come to my tables... o.O In fact, I had just cleaned the table on the left to install the new tablecloth and the stuff you see there is Junebug's and Sprout's paintings in progress.

So, the blanket:





Mess:



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* I did some colored pencil sketches of fruits and plants, and two watercolor "exercises". One was an attempt (following a tutorial) of painting mixed media abstract flowers. I kind of failed on the abstract part. I think I'll take another stab at it is this week. I also did a painting of a leaf as an exercise in mixing colors. While I'm not happy about how my leaf turned out, I did succeed in mixing up the colors I wanted, using those handy watercolor mixing charts I made a while back, which you can see hanging on the left-hand wall in the photo above.  Junebug joined in every now and then, but Sprout did both exercises with me, and we had a lot of fun talking color together. It was neat to hear her repeating Quinacridone Magenta and Burnt Sienna to herself. It is amazing to watch a kid making knowledge her own.
wayfaringwordhack: (Sprout: my loves)
Both Junebug and Sprout are pleased with their brother, wanting to hold and caress him at every opportunity. They are both really gentle with him.

And snuggled around the cute babyness, you can see the blanket I made. I'll try to get around to taking a photo of it laid flat.

Baby pics )
I don't know if anyone remembers, but before Sprout was born, we referred to her as "Little Bean." Since "coquille" implies the outer shell to hold something, now that our little one has emerged, I'm going to start calling him Ti'Loup* here, which means "Little Wolf." Just because.

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* "Ti" as in petit, pronounced "tee", and the P in loup is silent: tee-lou. If we would have gone with a different first name, we were considering Loup for a middle name.

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