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    Painting for those who think they can’t draw/paint/be part of an art class

    Our next class is Thursday, April 19th 2022 — 5:45 PM. — Beginners welcome!!
    We’re going to do Spring Flowers — Irises thanks to Elizabeth and Deyanne. Some of the pics below Some are old friends from previous years others are new. I’ve left up the cherry blossom photos and as always feel free to use your own reference photo.


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    Sumi-e Strokes Review
    Painting Review (10 minutes, 20 seconds)
    Sumi-e Sixth Class: Dragons using both western and sumi-e brushes, tempera and watercolor paint:
    Painting Review (10 minutes)
    Sumi-e Fifth Class: Fish, Flowers and One dragon, on paper — 2 colors.
    Painting Review (10 minutes)
    Full class with student work (11 minutes)
    Sumi-e Fourth Class: Fish on water cloth.
    Painting Review (9 minutes)
    Three Color Painting
    Painting Review (11 minutes)
    Sumi-e Third Class: Two Colors, One stroke, Bamboo
    Painting Review (10 minutes)
    Sumi-e Second Class: Bamboo culms and stems
    Painting Review (7 minutes)
    Sumi-e First Class: Bamboo Leaves
    Painting Review (20 minutes)

    I’ve moved older videos to the video archive
    Click to access the poem
    On the Pulse of Morning

    by Maya Angelou

    A Rock, A River, A Tree
    Hosts to species long since departed,
    Marked the mastodon,
    The dinosaur, who left dried tokens
    Of their sojourn here
    On our planet floor,
    Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
    Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.

    But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
    Come, you may stand upon my
    Back and face your distant destiny,
    But seek no haven in my shadow.
    I will give you no hiding place down here.

    You, created only a little lower than
    The angels, have crouched too long in
    The bruising darkness
    Have lain too long
    Face down in ignorance.
    Your mouths spilling words

    Armed for slaughter.
    The Rock cries out to us today, you may stand upon me,
    But do not hide your face.

    Across the wall of the world,
    A River sings a beautiful song. It says,
    Come, rest here by my side.

    Each of you, a bordered country,
    Delicate and strangely made proud,
    Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
    Your armed struggles for profit
    Have left collars of waste upon
    My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
    Yet today I call you to my riverside,
    If you will study war no more. Come,
    Clad in peace, and I will sing the songs
    The Creator gave to me when I and the
    Tree and the rock were one.
    Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
    Brow and when you yet knew you still
    Knew nothing.
    The River sang and sings on.

    There is a true yearning to respond to
    The singing River and the wise Rock.
    So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
    The African, the Native American, the Sioux,
    The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
    The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheik,
    The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
    The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
    They hear. They all hear
    The speaking of the Tree.

    They hear the first and last of every Tree
    Speak to humankind today. Come to me, here beside the River.
    Plant yourself beside the River.

    Each of you, descendant of some passed
    On traveller, has been paid for.
    You, who gave me my first name, you,
    Pawnee, Apache, Seneca, you
    Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
    Forced on bloody feet,
    Left me to the employment of
    Other seekers—desperate for gain,
    Starving for gold.
    You, the Turk, the Arab, the Swede, the German, the Eskimo, the Scot,
    You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought,
    Sold, stolen, arriving on the nightmare
    Praying for a dream.
    Here, root yourselves beside me.
    I am that Tree planted by the River,
    Which will not be moved.
    I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
    I am yours—your passages have been paid.
    Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
    For this bright morning dawning for you.
    History, despite its wrenching pain
    Cannot be unlived, but if faced
    With courage, need not be lived again.

    Lift up your eyes upon
    This day breaking for you.
    Give birth again
    To the dream.

    Women, children, men,
    Take it into the palms of your hands,
    Mold it into the shape of your most
    Private need. Sculpt it into
    The image of your most public self.
    Lift up your hearts
    Each new hour holds new chances
    For a new beginning.
    Do not be wedded forever
    To fear, yoked eternally
    To brutishness.

    The horizon leans forward,
    Offering you space to place new steps of change.
    Here, on the pulse of this fine day
    You may have the courage
    To look up and out and upon me, the
    Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
    No less to Midas than the mendicant.
    No less to you now than the mastodon then.

    Here, on the pulse of this new day
    You may have the grace to look up and out
    And into your sister’s eyes, and into
    Your brother’s face, your country
    And say simply
    Very simply
    With hope—
    Good morning.

Spring flowers

Cherry Blossoms


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    Thanks and keep on painting!

elin

All DPR centers are CLOSED! All classes are canceled We are holding classes on the web via Zoom. Go to: PaintZoom OR click on the icon below. I've also added a TechShorts page for introductory material. To review past classes go to the Painting Video Archive page. See you online

This Post Has 9 Comments

  1. Nancy

    I think I have. Glad you started!! What time?

  2. Sandra Bruce

    I plan to join in

  3. Marilyn G

    I Love these photos! Thanks. I’m really looking forward to the class. I hope everyone is going live on Zoom because I need to see you painting.

  4. Lynn

    See you at 5:45. Thank you for doing this. Lynn

  5. D. Hall

    The demo was GREAT, Elin

    Diane Hall

  6. Virginiai Vitucci

    I look forward to attending the April 2nd Watercolor Zoom Class.
    Thank you!!!

    Virginia

  7. THERESE M TERSCHUREN

    My watercolor instructor is now starting a zoom watercolor class. I helping her some with the technology since I’m doing an online college class due to the virus. One question how you do get to present the picture of painting the watercolor from above? What type of camera do you have and how do you mount it?

    1. elin

      Tell her to get in touch.

  8. Carolyn C Drake

    I am guessing the answer to your 07-12-2020 question is YOU.

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