Art school is wonderful, but it can train the inner editor to become a screaming red-faced drill-sergeant. This inner editor paralyses gesture, squashes creativity, and inhibits intuition. So this morning, I attempted to calm it a little…
Cells, pulsars, rings of life, circles of life, interconnectedness, geodes, space travel….
Choose the ink that calls you. Don’t overthink it. Let your mind be loose. Let your hand be loose. Let your eyes be loose.
Don’t worry if it’s been done before. Don’t worry if those three blog-followers think it sucks.
This practice is about process, not product.
Last year I assigned a grade twelve art class a design-a-tattoo warm-up assignment, partly with the intention of having the students investigate the symbolism and imagery associated with our names, birthdays, and birth places
My origins are associated with imagery that is both elegant and venomous. What does that say about me? (Eek.)
Another season of the Kingsgate Chorus has begun, and our videos from the June concert are up!
Here’s a tune by PJ Harvey, and arranged for us by Jenny Ritter.
P.S. Can you guess our costume theme?