What!
Part of the bird house had paint on it, but the rest was devoid of any colour. Instead, Rosie saw colour everywhere else. Splashes of vibrant colour was all over the papers, strewn on the floor.
She tried to imagine what had taken place, but besides knowing that the girls had been going to paint the birdhouse, she really had no idea, what had transpired during the time she had been in the other room preparing the evening meal.
Closing her eyes she tried to remember which of the girls had suggested the project. Leonie’s face popped into view, her face and hands splattered with paint. ChenMay had been with her, of course now she remembered, they were going to try to paint the bird house like the abstract painting they had seen at the gallery.
She opened her eyes to see the girls all looking at her expectantly .. they were waiting with great anticipation for her to say something. She didn’t know what to say, she was speechless. “hello” she said, “what happened here”
They all began talking at once, “one at a time please” she suggested. Then one by one, they began their tale of the painted bird house. They had all wanted to paint the birdhouse, but they couldn’t agree just how to go about it, so, they decided that they should each demonstrate their ideas on paper. They had so much fun with the paint when it dripped, splashed and swirled that they had gotten carried away.
One thing they agreed on, was that it was fun to paint each in her own way, and that being happy was what counted. They were sorry the bird house didn’t get painted, but they could try again tomorrow…. and please ..Rosie … they ran out of paint, could they have more?
PL Precept #2 To live is to express One’s self
Oyashikiri
acrylic paint, Artists Loft
12×12 American Craft paper – MayBerry
Rosie ,Leonie,and ChenMay are doll characters from previous blogs
Remember this picture, it was taken when we were traveling in NY State, I was so taken with the charm found in the small towns and villages. This gentle façade brings to mind another period in time. When I was in San Francisco I was drawn to the “Victorian ladies” that SF is known for. Architecture that is visually poetic in its appearance.
At the doll club meeting, I learned a lot about some of the work that is being done with dolls, especially in health care. Dolls are brought in to visit Alzheimer patients, with heart warming results. There was also talk about organizing a tea party for young girls and boys, who would like to revisit a social custom that many no longer share or participate in.
Somewhere along the way, I became a den mother to three dolls. I wouldn’t swear to it, but I think Tanya* had something to do with it. I went from finding a doll that kinda reached out to me, to have two more who like being dressed and combed. Do you think this has anything to do with as a parent I was a Mother to a very talented young boy, who grew up to be a gem of a son.
First, let me begin by telling you I do not collect dolls. I have over the years belonged to the CDAA (Canadian Doll Artist Association) a club that no longer exists. We were doll artists from all over the world who had an interest in one of a kind dolls. Certainly not the kind of doll pictured above.
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on July 24, 2013