Domesticity Fights Creativity


I have had a very productive week. I screen printed a huge batch of shirts, applied to two holiday shows, reorganized all of my inventory and packed it for my future shows, worked on two canvases, did a lot of research into booth displays for indoor shows, volunteered at a school library, finished off a novel, cleaned my house, did a lot of drawing, two loads of laundry, and now I’m writing this.


No, I’m not on Speed. I have been listening to a lot of Podcasts and books on CD as I work, and this has been keeping me on the move. The latest is Chrissie Hynde’s autobiography, Reckless, which has the worst choice of narrator possible. Rosanna Arquette sounds like Buffy Summers, and cannot pronounce British slang or place names at all. Don’t even get me started on those English and Welsh accents she attempts. No, no, no, Chrissie, you should have narrated that book yourself with that smooth voice of yours.

Despite all of that, there is nothing like a good story to keep me going. I have trouble getting out of my car if I park before my audiobook has come to the end of a chapter. This whole week I have been happily printing and painting away, only stopping to change CDs. My lunch breaks have been shorter, I have been in a flow state, and I have wasted much less time. Maybe I have found the secret to working happily from home? Nah, I still want a big ass studio.

One quote from Reckless that has been stuck in my consciousness was something about creativity flourishing in times of hardship. Chrissie, like many others before her, opines that domesticity can kill creativity. I think about that very thing almost every day. As the mother of two school age kids, I have had to tweak my work habits considerably. That list of stuff I did above does not include the school runs, swim classes, homework help and other parenting tasks that happen during the week.

It is harder to properly feed a creative process that demands and needs constant nourishment,  because, well, my kids need nourishment too! I stop and start projects at weird times, and can’t get back into them, and find myself limited in so many ways.I’ll be honest, it’s often frustrating, but I’m slowly finding my own ways and methods of working. The audiobooks have been great at lifting me out of a slump, so has my yoga practice. Work wise things may not be optimal right now, but I’m not sitting still, I’m still making stuff, I’m still trying. I’m learning to be patient, my kids are learning a lot about work ethic from me. Chrissie is right, I have had to slow down and change the trajectory of my creative career. Domesticity is having it’s way with my creativity,  but that won’t always be the case, and I when things do kick off, my family will have my back!


Gray Skies and Silver Linings

Weird sign. Just how many beer tents were there? And what is a silent disco?


Fall/Winter 2106 has not been a smooth ride so far. I have been a bit overwhelmed by my printing load, which is larger than usual this year because I got cocky and signed up for more shows. What has been more overwhelming, though, is the fact that the Fall shows tend to be outdoors, leaving you at the mercy of tempestuous Mother Nature.

Art on the Avenue was on a wet day, and although many shoppers showed up and I made a decent amount of sales, setting up in a rainstorm was not a bowl of cherries (read more about that day here). Oh, and last weekend’s festival in Fairfax can be best described as a dampening experience (literally: it was an extremely soggy day, I’m still drying off).

Working at outdoor festivals when the weather is bad can be a singularly torturous experience. I need some sympathetic head shaking, so here are some problems we vendors can face:

  • A 72 hour day.
    Yes, the day really does feel that long when hardly anyone stops by your booth, and it’s too cold and rainy to do much but huddle in the corner trying to keep warm.
  • Damaged inventory
    A whole day of wet weather means that you go home with damp products, and a soaking tent, which means you need to lay everything out to dry and dehumidify that evening, and spend the next day drying out your tent in your yard.
  • Little surprises
    This time, my tent sprung a couple of leaks, which had me performing an elaborate dance of reorganization so that the onesies didn’t suffer any more than they needed to.
  • Tantrums
    Mine and the kids. When it’s nice weather the children skip off like happy lambs to play in the kid’s corner, watch performances, eat out and score free candy from vendors. On Saturday they mooched off for a walk, came back and asked “is it time to go yet?“. Then they sat in a cafe, came back and asked “is it time to go yet?“. Then they watched an indoor concert, came back and asked “is it time to go yet?“. And then…..well you get the picture.
    I wasn’t much better to be honest, in the afternoon I whined like a baby and  entertained notions of leaving early to my poor husband who pointed out that we had signed up for the festival, so we should stick it out (he is a real grown up, unlike myself).

Now, here’s the silver linings part: despite all of this, many positive things came out of this experience. Even though I’m not a fatalist, I keep catching myself thinking that things really may happen for a reason. Cue positive things list:

  • New Friends
    The tent next to mine at the Fairfax Fall Festival was owned by the nicest and funniest group of people that I have ever met at a festival. Having all that empty time to fill, meant that we got to talk to each other a bit more than vendors normally do at shows. I was crying with laughter at one point during the day, they made my day.
  • Fabulous Find
    Excellent news, my booth was opposite a coffee shop called  De Clieu, and it is official, I have found a new haunt. They make the best ginger scones, and brioche, and I’m in love.
  • Hardcore Customers
    I have a lump in my throat when I think about all the customers who actually came out in the rain and hunted for my tent so that they could buy my shirts. I got some lovely feedback from these people, and I must be doing something right to have repeat customers in such dreadful weather. Thank you!
  • Ill Gotten Gains
    While I danced around my tent moving shirts around to avoid drips, my daughter and son were entertaining bored vendors with their cute grins, and somehow scoring large amounts of free stuff like little bandits. My ten year old daughter also managed somehow to earn some money by making day-glo bead bracelets for vendors while they waited. Maybe she should just take my job?

Next Sunday I take part in the Kensington Fall Festival. The weather is predicted to be fine, and after that it will be indoor shows, warmth and holiday cheer only, OKAY? Excellent.

The Ups and Downs Of The First Fair of the Season


Last Saturday was Art on the Avenue, my first Autumn fair of the year.

I had raced against time to get all my shirts and onesies printed, sewn and packed in time for the big day, fueled by strong tea, adrenaline, and Tiger Balm patches (pulled muscle – thanks for the betrayal, body). The night before the fair, I had barked at my kids to go to bed early, but of course, they chose to stay up later than usual jumping on each other’s beds, and complaining of insomnia. My husband and I were no better, we got hooked on an episode of Narcos and stayed up too late as well. Despite this, all of us were up early the next morning……………and what a morning it was.
It was grey, and cold, and soggy as a teabag. Every now and then, a torrential downpour would start, and then disappear as fast as it arrived; it felt as if someone was emptying a barrel of water on us periodically! To make things worse, my six year old would not stop crying “I wanna go hooome!” and the ten year old was close to throttling him.
As I unpacked my products under the partial protection of my tent, all I wanted to do was throw the towel in, go home, and sit on my sofa in the comfort and warmth of my family room.

But I didn’t.

I stuck it out and as the day progressed the weather got a little brighter and the crowds showed up.  As it turns out, I did pretty well at the fair and am busy this week trying to print more shirts for my next fair. The weather has been beautiful this week, but I have been hearing forecasts for another rainy weekend coming up!! I’m not sure if my inventory can handle another weekend of dampness, I’m not sure if I can handle another week of drying out my tent, and dehumidifying my shirts, I’m not sure if the kids can handle each other’s whining if it rains again. So here I am, doing the only thing I can do, crossing my fingers, carrying on with my work, and hoping for the best!

Here are some pictures:

Art Rage, Self Healing, and Penguins


Artists have a reputation for being temperamental, sensitive, and volatile, and I have been doing nothing whatsoever to help quell that stereotype lately.

After spending the month of July happily wandering around my old stomping grounds of  London and Paris, I returned to the US and jumped straight into a hectic teaching schedule for the whole of August, things were go, go, go, I had no time to stop and think about anything, no time for self evaluation or sentimental reminiscence. Thank goodness.

Then came September.

My summer camp was over, the kids started school, and I decided to give myself a week’s rest. Bad idea. I started being a mopey mess of introspection. All of a sudden, I was flooded by a thousand quietly worried thoughts.
“what exactly am I doing here? I miss Europe. I should live in a city, it’s too quiet. This isn’t conducive to being an artist, there are no people to talk to here, why is it always so hot? I don’t like working from home, I need a studio space with real humans in it. Ugh, the presidential race is so depressing; what is the world coming to?” I could go on, and I did, but I won’t write it all down here.

I don’t want to make light of these thoughts and feelings, they are based on genuine concerns that I have. I am working through many of these issues, and making changes in my lifestyle to help myself. However, I find that inactivity rarely helps my state of mind. I’m always more content when I am busy, and when I am busy, I find ways of working through my problems. It is the inbetween times when I am left to my own devices for too long (just after the camps, just before the Fall fairs) that can magnify these thoughts, and dip me into a downward spiral. The trick, I’ve been told, is to recognize when this is happening and stop it (easier said than done, mate).
However, I think now that I’m forty, I’m finally beginning to gain a little maturity. No really, this time around I managed to nip the negativity in the bud! I like to share, so I’m going to share my very mature (stop laughing) healing process with you. You are welcome.

The Healing Process

Cleanse and Detox:
I cleaned out my house, purged it all of all useless and undesirable articles, moved things around, and made more space for me to work in. So satisfying, and pleasing to the rest of my clan. Very upsetting to the trash removal guys. Sorry!

Impulse Shopping:
After teaching a camp on Yayoi Kusama, I had been itching to do a big drawing on canvas. I saw a photo of Yayoi sitting at a huge canvas and drawing organic patterns onto it with chunky pens, and it made me long to do the same. So, I bought a large canvas, and some Montana paint pens and started drawing without any real forethought or planning. I’m going to do a series of them. I work on this canvas whenever I need a little break from my printing. Giving into your instincts, and not having any other motive than pleasure when working on your art feels great.

Immersion Therapy:
I stopped dawdling, and threw myself into the printing. This year, I have signed up for more fairs than usual, so there is more to do. I’m leaning in, the theme for winter is penguins and snowscapes, and my house is overflowing with the little feathered creatures. Awww!

Keeping a journal:
At the end of each summer camp, I come home with a pile of scrap paper with ink blots, scribbles, and teeny tiny, unnoticeable smudges on (kids are so fussy!). This year, I’m incorporating them into my sketchbook. Almost every night, I choose a sheet of paper and turn whatever is on it into my own drawing, sort of like an artsy rorschach test. Sometimes I forget, and just draw on a new page. Whatever, I find it a great way of loosening up my inner art muscles and keeping myself from getting into a block. Also, it makes me happy and stops me from late night snacking.

Reconnecting with Nature
I stopped behaving like a mole, and forced myself outdoors more often. Sometimes I even convinced other people to be outdoors with me. Once, I got completely lost, but that is a story for another day.

Throw in a few bars of chocolate, a trip to the Renaissance fair, a few episodes of Stranger Things, a date night, a bottle of really weird cider, and some self chiding, and there you have it. Self healing. Voila. I really must be maturing -I love being forty.

Paris with kids


This summer I went to Paris with my family. People kept advising me against choosing Paris as a family destination, but we went anyway, because I love not doing as I’m told. I’m here to tell you that my kids loved it, and so did I. Well, they loved most of it, some of it not so much. So I thought I’d share the parts that did work with you, and spread some love.
Oh, quick side comment, have I mentioned that I turned forty this year? The Paris trip was actually planned as a fortieth birthday treat that involved a lot of hot chocolate, eclairs, and sitting by the Seine. Being forty means also being mature enough (don’t laugh!) to accept that this trip would not involve rolling out of the Buddha Bar in the late hours, and spending an entire day looking at modern art.  I rolled with the punches and had a great time, and you haven’t heard the last of this. I’m celebrating all year, it’s a good age to be.
Here’s the top ten list courtesy of me and my kids:

What my kids enjoyed the most in Paris

1. The Tuileries
Although my 10 year old found the statues of Greek gods in the Louvre fascinating, the six year old screamed his head off for the entire time we were there. When we finally stumbled out clutching our heads into the sunlight of the Tuileries, it was like a curse lifting. The Tuileries are so beautiful and a lovely counterpoint to the huge, over-crowded Louvre museum. The kids loved walking around in them as much as we did. They sailed boats in the pond, ate ice cream, and my husband and I actually got to have a pretty long conversation without interruptions while they played in the very nice playground there. Sweet!

2. Hot Chocolate at Cafe Angelina
Right across from the playground in the Tuileries, we discovered Angelina, which is meant to have the best hot chocolate in Paris. I don’t know if it is indeed the best, but it was pure, molten dark chocolate. My arteries were filled with the heady stuff, and it felt pretty good; maybe a little too rich for the kiddos, but they had a whole range of other goodies for them. The Cafe itself is so decadently furnished that my daughter was in raptures, and my son was just happy to be served dessert.

3. Picnic near the Eiffel Tower
I generally avoid very touristy activities when on vacation, but the ten year old really needed to go to the top of the eiffel tower, so we did, and it was fun. But what was more fun was the picnic afterwards. Places to eat near the tower tend to be overpriced, so I asked a security guard to point us to a grocery store, in really bad French, and he, surprisingly, obliged. We bought a baguette, some cheese, olives and other stuff and found a spot near the river. Eating outdoors in the sunshine with the tower looming over us was a lovely experience.


4. St Chapelle
Notre Dame is beautiful, and the kids loved looking at gargoyles and trying to spot the hunchback (thanks so much, Disney), but it was totally overshadowed by St Chapelle. This church took our breath away. The stained glass, and patterned walls were so beautiful that even the six year old stared open eyed without a whine. Also it is mercifully small, perfect for short attention spans.


5. Riding the escalators at the Pompidou Center
The Pompidou center contains some beautiful modern art, and the courtyards are fascinating, but what really got the kids excited about it was riding those escalators all the way to the top and looking out over Paris. Also, we found the best Lebanese food somewhere in a tiny alley nearby. Sorry, can’t remember the name, but the Marais district is great for middle eastern street food.

6. The Metro system and the Funicular
Once you get the hang of it, the Paris metro is pretty easy to use. My kids are fans of all public transport, the little one is quite the trainspotter, so they loved it. When we visited The Sacre Coeur  cathedral in Montmartre, the kids insisted on taking the Funicular train up the tiny hill to the cathedral. It was slow and not very thrilling, I could have walked up faster, and the ride was ridiculously short, but the they rode it a few times (you pay with a regular metro fare) and were very pleased by it.


7. Pain Pain
This bakery in Montmartre is a true treasure. It is so cute, their quiche is to die for, and we fell in love with their eclairs. You have to visit to see what I mean.


8. Jardin du Luxembourg
These gardens were a hit with the whole family. So beautiful, and relaxed, and large enough to get lost in. They also have a nice playground, that you pay a fee to get into (what?). The kids gave it a thumbs up, and so do we.


9. Hanging out by the Seine
No need to really explain this one, right? There are some spots by the Seine that just beckon to you, and ask you to stop and sit awhile (or run up and down the steps frantically while your parents catch their breath).


1o. Getting Lost
We got spectacularly lost in Paris, because we speak such bad French, and it led us to discover some of the best places. We wandered through the Sorbonne, and the Beaux arts district, we saw beautiful apartment buildings and imagined what it would be like to live in them, and we discovered delicious crepes, cool street art, and a soccer festival!

We couldn’t really cover it all in a week. There are so many other places I would like to visit in Paris. The Rodin Museum, Belleville Park, and Les Docks to name but a few. I have always loved traveling with my kids , so there will be plenty of other trips to write about.
Now, back to the grind…..

What Exactly Happened In The First Week Of Camp? (No really, I have no idea!)


*Scroll to the bottom of this post if you are just here for printmaking teaching resources, and want to skip the waffling!

There are two main reasons for my  What Happened at Camp updates.
Firstly, I need points of reference for the future. When someone comes up to me in a few years and says “Remember that time we printed with feathers, and you read to us all about Selkies?”, the chances are, I will have no idea what they are talking about. I can use my blog posts to refresh my memory. Unfortunately, my memory cannot be trusted to remember all those details all by itself; it is at full capacity right now, and I keep stuffing extra bits in. I’m running a little bit slower than usual.

The second, and most important reason is that I want the parents of campers to get a peek into what goes on in their kids’ lives while they are with me. I’ve been there; I’m a parent, and I love receiving pictures and anecdotes about what my kids get up to during the day (up to a point, I could take or leave many of the mind numbing details my ten year old relays to me with regularity every evening).

With this in mind, I feel terrible that I didn’t manage to write a post about the first week of camp. I was tired and disorganized, and chose to skip the week. However, five weeks later, I am ready to share the experience with you. Well, some of the experience, remember, I have a terrible memory. Speaking of terrible memories, I also have a tendency to block those out. Parents, if you want the full story, you may need to drag it out of your kids!!

Here is what I do remember:

The theme of the week was printmaking, so I was super excited all week. printmaking is one of my favorite things to teach. We learnt about different types of printmaking, and tried our hand at mono printing, screen printing, relief printing with natural objects, making our own blocks for block printing, and using all kinds of household, and found objects to produce prints with.

Highlights from the Week (it’s all coming back now!):

  • Sticking foam to rolling pins, and printing with them
  • Using embroidery hoops, screen mesh and Mod Podge to create hand made screens for printing t-shirts.
  • Adopting a ladybug for the week. Don’t ask how the kids domesticated it, they just did.
  • Exploring the woods near the camp, and making a see saw and balance beams out of fallen logs.
  • Trying to stop ourselves from popping all the bubble wrap before printing with it.
  • Spending a whole morning collecting leaves and feathers, and making spectacular prints with them.
  • Watching the teacher (me) attempt to use a particularly fast piece of playground equipment called the spinning doughnut, and falling off it in a spectacular fashion.


There are so many amazing videos on block printing on the net, here are two that the kids enjoyed.

Click here for a  great introduction to different types of printmaking, courtesy of MOMA.

Thomas Yang, is one artist who uses found objects to print with, that we looked at. Check out some of his work here.

I found the book below at my local library, and it has some good projects for beginner printmakers to try at home:

Finally, check out my Pinterest board on printmaking with kids, if you are so inclined!

Now I’m off to forget it all again. Happy weekend to you all!


When Picasso met Matisse. Resource list for camp 5



As promised, here are a few resources that I used in the final week of summer camp this year. The camp’s theme sprang from a lovely little book that I found in the National Gallery’s children’s bookstore in DC. Here are the resources that worked the best with kids aged between 6 – 10.

When Pigasso Met Mootisse – Nina Laden – Beautiful picture book about famous frenemies. Packed with puns, and funny for all ages. The inspiration for this camp.

Oo0h! Matisse – Niepold/Verdu – Another winner for both big and little kids. This book is basically a guessing game using close ups of Matisse’s cut up shapes.

Just Behave, Pablo Picasso! –  Jonah Winter – The kids sat very still during this one, it’s a great story to read out to a large class. The older kids loved hearing about Picasso’s rebellious nature, and the story made sense to the little kids.

Henri’s Scissors – Jeanette Winter – A good introduction to Matisse’s cut outs, short with beautiful, bright illustrations.

Who Was Pablo Picasso? – True Kelley – I love the Who Was…? series for children old enough to read chapter books by themselves. The 8 – 10 year olds could read this to themselves easily.

Pablo Picasso – Art for Children – Ernest Raboff – An easy to understand biography with plenty of pictures. Perfect for teachers to use in the classroom.

Pablo Picasso, Breaking All The Rules – True Kelley – Presented as a child’s class report on the artist. This is a fun read for older kids to read to themselves, with lots of little cartoons and irreverent humor.

Cut Out Fun With Matisse – Prestel books – A nice way to introduce little kids to Matisse, this includes paper and directions for kids to make their own cut outs.

Can You Spot The Leopard? – Prestel books – A library find with some wonderful photos of tribal masks. This was a great, comprehensive read about African tribal masks.


The above book is a camp staple. no matter what the camp’s theme, no matter what the age group of the kids, there will be something suitable and desirable to read in this book. Dorling Kindersley, you have my heart.


I have to include the above book, because it is just so beautifully written. It is the perfect book to read at the beginning of a class with different age groups, and it’s message is delivered in a lovely way. This is a great book to use for teaching kids about how to be good friends, and look out for each other.

Here is the link for the Picasso Museum in Barcelona. And apparently The Baltimore Museum of Art has a large collection of Matisse pantings (and is a lot closer!).

And finally, there are a LOT of videos of Picasso drawing, on the web (not all of them child appropriate, might I add!). This is one that I particularly liked for the kids.

Happy exploring, and let me know about other great resources out there that I have overlooked!

What Happened at camp – Week 5


Stop giving me that look. I know, I know, I should have written this post straight after the last week of camp, when all my memories and muscle aches from camp were fresh and raw. But I decided to take a day off for some rest and recuperation, and er, it turned into five days. What happened during those lost five days? Well that’s a story for a different post (see how I keep you hanging on?); I like to keep things in chronological order blog-wise so lets crack on and talk about that final week of camp.

Week five was significantly different from the other weeks of camp in three ways. 
1. It was siblings week, so we had more little kids than usual (awww), and employed a buddy system in class.
2. It was the last week of summer vacation, and the kids seemed worn out.
3. I finally broke down and started drinking coffee. The kids from week five got a slightly more manic, hyper version of me (if you can imagine that). There were a few recess incidents where I tried out crazy skateboarding /jump rope/ free running stunts and landed on my arse. I still hurt, but it was fun.

I’m well aware of how little recess kids get once they go back to school, so I eased up a lot on indoor time on the week before school started and the camp was loose and floppy. Our topic was Picasso v Matisse, or rather Pigasso v Mootise, based on a sweet and funny kids book about the two artist frenemies. We made paper mache masks after looking at African tribal masks, and discussing Picasso’s interest in tribal art. We collaborated on large paper cut-out compositions inspired by Matisse’s cut outs, and we dabbled in a little contour drawing, and drawing on glass.


I set up a Play-Doh table for the little kids, and everyone got obsessed with it! I realized that the big kids loved story time as much as the little kids, so we read a lot of stories. Also, we built teepees, went on walks, had high jump and limbo contests, and on the last day of camp, we wore costumes, ate pizza, and had a very chaotic fortune telling session. The kids made me a banner and there were moments during the group hug that followed, that I almost forgot about the black paint bottle that had exploded onto the carpet earlier on!  We lay on picnic blankets, played with balloons and drew on mirrors. The kids sort of ran this camp!  It was a pretty amazing end to the summer. Good luck at school, campers, I miss you already!

*Resource list for camp to follow in next post!



What Happened At Camp – Week 4


Normally when I say a post is going to be short, it doesn’t turn out that way. This is because brevity has never been something I’m good at (just ask my husband). Today, however, after spending a whole morning trying to get my computer to play nice and failing miserably (apparently Macs need their Sundays off), and then having a full blown big kid tantrum, I don’t think I can pull off any witty commentaries.

Last week was beautiful. The weather was perfect, the kids worked well together, and we looked at one of my favorite artists, Yayoi Kusama, and my favorite kid’s book The Dot, and a smidgen of Sonia Delaunay (which really isn’t enough – next year we will revisit her).
The camps are starting to get a little looser, and softer around the edges as we get to the tail end of Summer. The kids seem a little less energetic, and I’m tired. School is just around the corner and I don’t want any kids to go back burnt out. Rule one of running a camp: plan things around how your kids are feeling. So in addition to the art and play, there was some resting on a picnic blanket, eating cookies, making hair wraps, learning origami, and playing board games. Here are some photos, and you can find some of the  resources we used at the bottom of this post.


Hi Konnichiwa – Yayoi Kusama – A beautiful little book with big photos

Lewis Carroll’s Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland with illustratons by Yayoi Kusama

The Dot – Peter H Reynolds – great for reluctant or unconfident artists
Ish – Peter H Reynolds – same as above!


Watch this video alone first to determine whether you are comfortable with your kids watching it!

Yayoi Kusama’s Obliteration Room

Our badly made version!

The Dot


Want to experience a Kusama installation in the flesh, then go to Houston!

Find Yayoi Kusama prints on shirts from Uniqlo shops or

What Happened At Camp – Week 3


This week was all about Street Art and Parkour, because I think the two go together really well, like tea and cake, or Sundays and naps, you get the idea. There is a cool list of resources that we used at the bottom of this post, if you feel like skipping all my waffling. Otherwise, read on.

We kicked off the camp with a two hour parkour workshop run by a parkour enthusiast and friend of mine. It was hot, maybe too hot, but the kids loved it. They loved it even more when my “friend” suggested that I do a parkour circuit for the kids. Part of my job description is to be a good sport, and constantly available for acts of self humiliation, so I thought “what the heck” and lumbered ahead and gave the kids a good rollicking laugh (video exists but not available here).

The kids went on to look at different examples of street art and public art, and worked in groups to create mini post-it murals. This was a great hit, I mean, who doesn’t like post-it notes, huh?

We looked at Banksy and Ed Roth, and tried our hand at stenciling, and cutting our own stencils without cutting our hands. I’m glad (and slightly surprised) to announce that all the students left with the same amount of digits that they arrived with.

Then onto the big, messy project of the week. The campers painted and stenciled their own designs onto big wooden boards, that will be used to make parkour equipment for the aforementioned friend. They will see images of the equipment once it is made, and, hopefully, get to use it at a camp next year!!!!

The kids ended the week by playing games; one where they made graffiti awards for each other, another that involved renaming paint colors (that one got pretty rude actually!).

It was a heck of a raucous week! There were kids who seemed to be permanently covered in paint, two cases of heat exhaustion, a day when everyone seemed to be obsessed with the word ‘butt’, and a very trashed classroom at the end of the week. Frankly, I’m surprised that we managed to clean up all that paint and stay (relatively) sane!! My throat is raw and I’m exhausted, but it was a blast! And I feel as if we have barely scratched the surface of the subject, may have to do another street art camp.

Here are some cool resources:

Stencil 101 – Ed Roth
The Sneaker Coloring Book – D.Jarosch & H.Klingel
City of Angels – Jaskol and Lewis
A Weekend with Diego Riviera – Braun
The Street Art Book – Rik Blackshaw


Parkour Video:


Taggroo  – free app that can be used to find street art near you.

Two more weeks of camp to go! Check back here to find out about weeks four and five.