Saturday, 30 June 2018

lyndasartfizz: My after-school students, Depression and Dubai. En...

lyndasartfizz: My after-school students, Depression and Dubai. En...: Have you ever had that feeling that something is about to happen but you don't know what? I have had exciting buzzing in my stomach an...

My after-school students, Depression and Dubai. Enjoy!

Have you ever had that feeling that something is about to happen but you don't know what? I have had exciting buzzing in my stomach and l feel nervous ... um! Anyway life has to go on, so what have l been doing you ask? 
So this is where l have been working for the last weeks. This is how the room looks before the children arrive and for a few moments... very quiet.

I also made play dough again, this week. The children LOVE it!


Mainly l have been sorting out all the children's images etc for going home next week. I only have one more week covering for Pippa's maternity leave. By the way ... she had a baby boy this morning.  :)  I really am not looking forward to saying "goodbye" to the children next week. I have so enjoyed covering this 6 weeks maternity cover ... but all good things have to end. One of the things l was asked to cover was the topic of pointillism. For the smaller children it was not an easy subject to explain. Painting pictures with dots sounds easy but actually it can be quite intimidating. This is a painting done by one of the older children. This picture show this student definitely got it!

Then there are various interpretations on the theme!

1. an alien on the moon.

A beautiful dog with a collar. An Afghan perhaps?!

This is amazing ... she has grasped it, in her own way! She talked about Aboriginal art ... brilliant .

Interesting .... "bird on a silver birch tree". She felt doing a  background would overcome the bird image. I think l agree with her.

This was one of the last sculptures to be painted. I just love this dragon, the shape and the colours. When l asked some of the children if they had painted their sculptures yet ... l got this answer. What are sculptures? So we talked about the clay they had created with and then it was called a sculpture. That's what being an artist means! :) They were very happy to be called an artist!

Not many children paint someone from the back and this young lady is only 4 !

This amazing painting was done by one of the older students in the class.  Just love the shading and the texture she has managed to portray, in this painting.  I said " Wow ... you should perhaps think about training to be a dress designer" and she beamed at me and said ... " that is what l want to be". 

I have been painting flowers with different coloured backgrounds, to show the children the difference it can make to your painting. The children were surprised how different colours could change the mood of the painting. I was very pleased the way they were discussing the paintings. Each painting took me about 8 mins! I really enjoyed painting them, it was a lot of fun.

I have been reading quite a few articles about depression over the last few weeks. Although my new antidepressants are working well, l still get days that l am not good. Every few days or so l wake up in a fowl mood and so it goes on all day. Poor Tony is the one who usually has to put up with it. At least these days l do realise that l am being nasty and pushing all his buttons. I feel that l have a self-destruct button, which on these days l seem to really push to it's full potential. Why do l do this ? I have little self esteem and on these days l seem to have none. I know it is all to do with my childhood but still it is still difficult to deal with. From the age of 10 months, in 1953, l was living in Singapore with my parents.. It was my father's first RAF posting, he was 21 years of age and working as an engineer , flying Sunderland Flying Boats. My father is on the left and the reason they are sitting on a wing, is the plane had just crashed!! They don't look too unhappy do they! :)


 When you are told by your mother, almost daily from about the age of two, that you were not wanted and were here only because your father wanted children. The image below is of me with my beloved " nanny" in Singapore, Raymar. They lived there for 3 years before returning to the UK.


My mother told me she never loved me and l was just a nuisance. Only now at the age of 88 and on her own, has my mother told me for the first ever, that she loves me. She can't understand how l feel like l do ... she has told me she loves me NOW. Isn't that enough???? I have only just started to tell my husband what my childhood was like. It is not easy to talk about that time to myself, let alone anyone else. 
There has been a lot talked about recently, of people who because of depressed, have commit suicide. Well a few months ago l had suicidal thoughts and almost committed suicide too. I had never thought it would happen to me. If it hadn't been for my amazing husband and my super "active" doctor, l wouldn't be here. I had started to hear voices in my head after my father died and l was having terrible trouble with my mother! She was being her usual bitchy self and everything was aimed at me, not my younger sister or other members of my family. She was telling and writing to people, telling people l was a terrible daughter, that l stopped her friends coming to dad's funeral and so on!!! Anyway l had one voice telling me ...  l didn't love my mother and didn't like her, so why worry about her. BUT l am a caring person and so l was naturally making sure my mum was ok and safe. So l had these two voices shouting at me 24/7 ... louder and louder each day. My husband managed to get me to see our doctor, who has known me for at least 15 years. She took one look at me and arrange for me to see a counsellor in 2 days. When you consider there is normally a 6 month waiting list ... l was SO lucky.  The counsellor l saw, was able to get me to understand how much l have achieve, even though my mother try to derail me at every turn. I had brought up 2 amazing children, coped with being dyslexic, worked  with hundreds of children, been a foster mum , had my own children's Art School and l am still married to the most amazing man!!  I began to see that actually l should be proud of myself and what l had achieved. Her advice ... drop your mother. I have done that, much to my mother's amazement, haven't talked or seen her for over 4 months and l have never felt so good. But the strange thing is, although l am quite happy l still walk into the flat and check the answer phone. To begin with  l was upset she wasn't phoning me all the time, as usual. Then l become angry, how dare she ignore me and now? I am glad l don't hear her moaning or angry voice any more! :)   But l suppose what l am trying to say, is depression can affect anyone at any time. If l had had help when l was a child or a teenager , l wouldn't be having the sort of problems l have now. I wish everyone who is having problems was able to talk to some one but l know that is not possible. My doctor has told me l need more help .. you think! ... but l am not eligible to have any more help, as l have had my 5 free sessions!!!! So l am reading a lot about my problems and trying to help myself. I find Mindfulness helps a lot. I will let you know if read any interesting article or get some good advice. On to more interesting and happier topics!!

                                             My family travels

While living in Dubai,  we often went to one of our beautiful beaches. We were very lucky, to get involved in pulling in a fishing net. I took the images but my son aged 7,  actually got physically involved in pulling the fishing net! He was so proud of himself and smiled all day! :)

My Art.

When l was doing my Art degree in Wimbledon School of Art , l started this topic. I stood in the same place, opposite a bus stop, for an hour, every day for a year. I pointed the camera, which was on a tripod, at people and only pressed the shutter when they actually stared back at me. For the whole year no-one actually asked me to stop. In fact some people tried all sorts of things to get me to take their picture! No-body complained  but many people asked me what l was doing. They didn't ask me to stop, just seemed interested. Even the police spoked to me!! l had not realise that Lloyds Bank was on the other side of the road and could be seen through the bus stop window. They wanted to know if a was an undercover policewoman? :) When l said "No" They asked if l had photography children ? I explained no and they wanted too see my images. They were fascinated and looked forward to the end project. When l started to show my tutors, they were not impressed. I found collage hard as l had no real education and l am dyslexic. Also it was a new course and my tutors were a lot younger than me. They seemed to find it hard to deal with an older student. But l got my degree ... so STOP moaning Lynda. :)  I have not decided what to do with this project yet but l feel it is yelling at me and so l must do something.  Here are just a few of them.

This last image always makes me smile. While i was taking the image, the smiled at me and then stuck her tongue out, at me!! Happy memories.

Just to make you smile ! 


Tuesday, 26 June 2018

Continuing my life story.

Hi guys.
Today's After-school Art class was really interesting. The children and l discussed where artists may get their inspiration from. The children in this class ranged from 4 years old to 7. It just happened l had my iPad with me, so showed them some images, l had taken. I explain that often it is the colour that first attracts me. The following two images are a good example of what l mean. Both these images were taken in Cornwall. Love that county, always so full of colour and wonderful beaches!


So l often find myself looking for things that might fit some of my ideas. The image below is one that l found in a garden, when l was thinking about shrines and angels in my Art.

The other thing that always helps me, is Mother Nature. There is not only amazing colours but plenty of patterns to keep your brain whirling around for hours! :)

For ages l have been fascinated by feathers, especially white ones.  Here's one that floated in through the front door, of the coffee shop l was sitting in! Magic!


This is one of the many l found when on a walk a few months ago. By the time l got home after a 30 min walk, l had 7 white feathers! Peaceful times.


Then this is one we found on a beach in Cornwall ... it stood out among the rubbish that was also on the beach.

I believe that when you see feathers around you all the time, your guardian angels are not far away. For example one day l was having a hell of a time with my mother, after my father had just died. As l walked out of the front door, a feather floated down in front of me. It made me smile. Another time l went out of my mother's house to try and calm down. Every couple of feet l would find a white feather, large and small. On days l am having a hard time, l will always find one or even 2, they help me to feel safe and to know things will work out soon. As you can see from the image below, the white feathers are not just on the ground!! :)

After we had this chat , the children were all trying to talk at the same time. They talked about how they would start looking at things on the way to school. One of the boys said he would be looking when he played football! One of the girls was talking about looking in her garden to see what patterns she could find. The comment that made me giggle was from a 4 year old......
" I can go and look at my shoes. l love shoes and mummy had loads. Some glittery and some with lots of holes in them" :)
I really love teaching children, apart from the fact that l find it so much fun, l seem to learn something   new each session. One of the things l have learnt, is most children have an idea of what they want to achieve and then the adult/teacher should then listen to them. So many times l have heard or watched a teacher telling the children what their picture should look like and then actually altering the children's picture. I never touch the children's art unless asked too. If l want them to respect me than it has to be a two way process, in my book. 

Over the weekend my surrogate grandson came to stay. One of the things l did with him was to spend 7 hours at a park near us. It was HOT ... l know it was mad but boy was it fun. Firstly he climbed the huge climbing frame, that he learnt to climb last time.

                                                                       Up .....

and .......... Down !

And up and down again and round and round !

Then he had a whale of a time playing in the water and the sand pit.

Such an amazing place for children to play in. A huge sandpit on one side and on the other side a fantastic water play area. Water spraying at different heights and directions and as the water area is sloped, they have some water to actual sit in. Fantastic fun for all. x

Then on Sunday morning we went for a walk around my estate. I took him to a seated place, so he could watch to see if any birds came to feed, at the two bird feeders. At one point l put my camera down on the seat to use my phone, l think. The next minute my grandson had picked it up and asked if he could look through the camera. Of course l said ....and off he went and oh boy ... l created a monster.! :)  He went around taking image after image but he was actually VERY good!! Here are a few of those image. I have not altered any of them.


No. 2 ..... a selfie!

No. 3

No. 4

No. 5

No. 6 .... look out world, here l come!

No. 7   He loves this tree.

No. 8  ... laughing Nanna!! :)      Not bad for the first time he had every used a camera, He actually seemed to work out what he wanted from each image. He is only 4! 

In Oct 1987 my family were posted to Papua New Guinea for  3 years. At about this time my interest in Death started . I discovered there were so many customs and stories surrounding death in Papua New Guinea. This is one of the many images l have concerning death and their ritual. This is a widow sitting in her village. When there is a death in a village or in town, you will also see white hand prints every where. They will be on tree trunks, cars, shop windows, almost everywhere. Once when we were walking around where l now live, in Putney, l saw surprised to see a tree trunk covered in white handprints. It was a surprise but it made me smile even though it was a sad sign.


While we were in Papua New Guinea l was lucky enough to attend a huge Sing-Sing.

Sing-sing is a gathering of a few tribes or villages in Papua New Guinea. People arrive to show their distinct culture, dance and music. The aim of these gatherings is to peacefully share traditions as each Islands have their own dance. Villagers paint and decorate themselves for sing-sings which they only have once a year.

I was very lucky because l managed to get into the closed of area, by posing as the Foreign Offices official photographer! :)  well if you don't try ....! :)  I have loads of image from this Sing-sing but unfortunately they are on an old fashion photo paper images! :) I am gradually scanning them all but it is a slow business . When l have down loaded some more l will upload them to my blog.

This guy just fascinated me. I think he was from the Eastern Highlands and l just couldn't take my eyes of him. Imagine facing him in a battle ... l think l might turn and run. Also he was carrying a bow and some arrows. As l had just seen a demonstration on how to use them ...  he scared the living daylight out of me.!!


Then on the way home, look what we saw ! These boys were walking on the side of the road and stopped to let me look at their "snake" catch. They told me that this snake will be skinned and then shared among their families..  As you can imagine they were very happy with their catch. 


Well, that's all for tonight. Sleep well my friends. ❣️❣️❣️zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz


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