Making The Sand To Be Great Art

Making The Sand To Be Great Art

Castles Crowns and Cottages France Simply Irresistible. France – Simply Irresistible isn’t it just! I knew exactly what I would share. One of my favorite, incomplete. There are days, and then there are DAYS. I don’t include the obviously special “big ticket” days. 1 day was not with Steve and it happened with little thought or planning. I was in Paris with my daughter, my sister and my niece. Below is the story I wrote and submitted to Victoria Magazine it was rejected. We all have special days in our lives – graduation, marriage, the birth of our children. But most special are those stolen moments which happen unexpectedly that we savor forever. My sister and I were taking our daughters on their “Grand Tour” of Europe. Marcia, who is more than a frequent business traveler had indulged us through seven countries viewing museums and monuments she had visited on numerous occasions.

Making The Sand To Be Great Art

Art And Sand Is Something New

She wanted to do something new to her. When we arrived in France, she suggested a trip to Giverny – Monet’s house and gardens. The girls were quite unenthusiastic about relinquishing a minute of shopping time in Paris. We decided that it would be their loss. 1200 francs apiece and metro passes satisfied the girls for a day. We, on the other hand, grabbed our rail passes and packed our art supplies for a day of leisure in the French countryside. A relatively quick train ride – compared to the 22 hour ride from Oslo to our relatives’ homes in Northern Norway – brought us to the quaint French village of Vernon. We strolled about admiring the houses and flowers and picked up the requisite loaf of French bread for sustenance. Bicycles were a tempting offer, but due to limited time, we opted for a taxi ride to Giverny. We were unprepared for the bus loads of school children and tour groups that rivaled the crowds at the Louvre. Undaunted, we lined up for the wait.

Marcia got out her sketch pad and I my journal to pass the time. Once inside the gardens, we were stunned by the beauty, a new color and scent greeting us at every turn. Each new view was breathtaking. We located a stone bench with a view of the house peeking through the pinks, purples, oranges and reds. As a dabbler, I merely sketched the abundant array of flowers in each direction. Marcia took out her water colors and began to paint Monet’s home. Light sprinkles and the sense that we were hoarding the bench sent us off to see the lily pond. We located a new bench with a charming view of the water lilies and a bridge tucked behind a weeping willow tree. Marcia was engrossed in her artistic endeavors. I spent more time admiring my surroundings and people watching than actually sketching. Her efforts came to the notice of most people who passed. Some simply smiled, others were intrigued with her work. Many stopped to chat.

Always keep the kitska beside the flame and not in the flame, as the wooden part of the kitska can light on fire. This happened to two students this time. One was definitely an accident, the other one was not! So I always circulate to make sure they’re using the tools safely. By the third class, the kids are pretty comfortable with the technique and I don’t need to supervise as much. Once they’ve made a decent design, they can dye their egg in the first colour. Just work from lightest colour (yellow) up to the darkest (black). Some students layer many colours, others just do one or two. Pat the egg dry then continue drawing on with the beeswax. Then dye the next colour and continue that process. I keep my dyes in low mason jars and label the colour on the jar with tape. These dyes keep forever! I keep them in the lid of a photocopy box. I buy specific Pysanky dyes. Not for long term use as it’s already falling apart, haha. Normally it’s nails in a piece of wood. When they’re happy with their design, you hold the egg beside a flame and gently wipe off the wax with a soft tissue. It reveals the pattern underneath and is really exciting! Once the wax is all melted off, I spray varnish them to make them shiny and protect the pattern. I keep each class’s eggs stored in the egg container and just write the name of the class on top. You can see below the different paces the students work at.

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