Three little girls in the back seat of the art class bus last week; my granddaughters Laura and Caroline, and my neighbor Charlotte. At the end of the week my body was fine; my brain exhausted.
Every day there were tie died strips drying outside. They ripped up old clothes and curtains and over dyed them.
They used a ball winder to mix weights and kinds of yarns to be used. Things were happening every day. Over the course of the week, they
Made a sculpture. The instructor made a wire form of the sort of animal the child had in mind. Using wool and llama hair for filler, the wild and crazy artists used their dyed fabrics to flesh out the animal. Charlotte made a dog. Caroline made a cat. Laura made a unicorn.
This little girls’ creation is waiting for wings. "Miss Carol is cutting them for me."
Made very big god’s eyes, with tassels. Braided bracelets and anklets.
Had a go at a regular loom.
Wove their dyed fabric and mixed yarns and buttons and beads and stuff into the spokes of a bicycle wheel.
I quit trying to keep it straight. It took all the available space in my little car to bring home three bicycle wheels, three sculptures and all the rest of the stuff. I left the wild and crazy art teacher and her assistant surveying the detritus of a week and looking for brooms to start the cleanup.