Today there were magazines. Everywhere. Magazines and newspapers and old movie posters, and leaflets and a number of other paper-based products. Near them was also a stack of regular blank cardboard and glue, paint and glitter ( Read more... )

All the desks had been pushed aside today to make room on the floor for the largest piece of paper that Angela had been able to find. Dotted around the edge were a large number of tubs of different colors of poster paint and everything else had as much plastic sheeting as would cover things that should probably not end up covered in paint by the ( Read more... )

With last week all about body decoration, today was... somewhat related. On the floor in the middle of the room was a veritable mountain of second hand clothes, material scraps, trash bags, newspaper, tinsel and just about anything else you could mod possibly fashion into or use to make a piece of clothing or an accessory ( Read more... )

“Today, we’re taking a slightly different look at art. I want you to pair up, and this is part an example of expression, and part a trust exercise, so pick your partners wisely.” On the tables in front of them they would find a variety of tubes and pots. “On the side you’ll find some henna,” and she picked up a tube to illustrate. “Most of you ( Read more... )

The art room was set out a little more normally than last week. No coffee this time, because it really didn’t go very well with practical art. You could not imagine the number of times Angela had almost drunk dirty paint water ( Read more... )

Friday morning, there was coffee and cookies supplied. Don’t get too used to that, kids. The enthusiasm would probably wear off just a little as the term went on. The desks were arranged in a circle and on each one students would find an A5 sketchpadAngela would be found sitting on one of the desks, facing them all. "So welcome to Art Therapy." She ( Read more... )

Dean looked... more or less resigned to the stupid uniform that he had to wear today. But only because he wasn't the only one in the room wearing one such uniform, and because he was drinking coffee without fear of sprouting wings (Monday had been an exercise in not freaking out for Dean, yes), and because, lucky him, he had a class that seemed ( Read more... )

"Hey guys. As you all are probably aware, next week is our last week of class before the summer," Dean greeted as his students filed into the art room. "Which means your final projects, the sculptures I had you start at the beginning of the semester, are due in exactly one week. Now, I don't want to be the kind of guy to rush art, and if you can't ( Read more... )

"Hey there, guys," Dean greeted, offering his students a nod toward the desk, which contained the requisite coffee as well as an assortment of chocolate eggs. Because... hey, they were cheap, and why not? "As you may or may not know, this weekend is Easter weekend. And I'm not going to stand here and assume that any of you celebrate Christian ( Read more... )

It was another Friday, which meant another art class. Weren't you all so lucky? And today, Dean had brought in a bunch of balloons, glue, paper pulp, newsprint, paint...

And candy. Oodles of candy.

( Piñatas! )