NATIONAL COUNCIL FOR THE ARTS!! WooOOOooooooHoooOOOooooo!

It's time to brag...

My little Primary school is now in the

National Report 

for the 

National Council for the Arts!

We have our own page representing Georgia!

How cool is that?

Last March as part of our 

Youth Art Month 

celebration 

we had Monet Day in the gym...

we had a blast!

The students drew and painted on 

Promethean Board boxes,

as they watched 

Linnea in Monet's Garden.

A box was used for Monet's boat 

in front of the video screen, 

so students sat in his boat 

and watched the video. 

The kids are always fascinated by his boat and bridge.

The students used the inside corner braces from the boxes

to build Monet's house

or the bridge 

over the waterlily ponds. 

 One year we used these corner braces to create frames,

and the students posed as 

the Mona Lisa or The Scream

inside the frames...

lots of fun!

 

If it can be recycled I recycle it!

Nothing is safe from the art room...ha!

I'm very honored that the 

Georgia Art Education Association (GAEA)

allowed my students this recognition, 

and that we have had a part in promoting 

the ARTS!

I'm also very proud 

to be an art teacher, 

and have the blessing

of fostering 

the love of art 

in such a wonderful 

group of little ones.

ART ALWAYS,

VICKI

 

I WALK THEREFORE I JUNK...

I walk therefore I junk.

HA! crack myself up sometimes.

 Thought I'd share a few of my most recent JUNK ANGELS...

I'm working hard trying to restock my booth a bit for Christmas and Fall shopping. I've been pricing my burlap sacks and bringing out the dried gourds, as well as, my junk angels. It's hard to part with the angels, but that passes 

as soon as I have my little check in my hands...greedy bugger that I am.

I've posted pictures of the geese I feed when Bill and I are out walking, but our secret fetish while walking is junk hunting. Side bit...I've lost 40 pounds from walking and eating better...apologies for bragging and gloating will come later.

We walk from 2 to 3 miles each time, and as we walk we scout out the ground beneath us. We find all kinds of little junky trinkets, each with the vision of becoming an adornment for a JUNK ANGEL.

The rusty, smashed flat bottle tops are my favorites, with some of the twisty, bent up wire coming in a close second.

Right now, my dining room table is covered in bits and bobbles of junk pieces...actually that has helped in my weight loss...can't get to the table...HA!   Not really!

Here's a couple that are still in the works...

The thing is...

I'm in love 

with New England. 

As a mother weeps for the heartache carried by her child, I weep for the heartache that is now carried by the people of the place 

I have come to long for. 

Less than two weeks ago, 

my family was traveling 

the now washed out 

roads of Vermont. 

We crossed every state line,

twice, 

between Georgia and Maine. 

Most states belonging to those lines are now ravaged by Hurricane Irene. 

Wilmington, Vermont, 

one of our favorite burrows, 

was likened to an island today on NPR.

Let us pray!

 Today on NPR one of the town officials was describing all the damage, and things that are gone now. The interviewer said 

"What about your Main Street?" 

He replied "All of that was our Main Street".

So sad that most of it is gone.

 I had my picture made sitting on this bench.

 We ate here on our second trip to Wilmington. I almost bought a T shirt that read EAT AT DOTS...wish I had it now.

 Irene's helper.

 The bricks were on a path under the wonderful pergola and near the stone bench.

 Are you listening Hurricane Irene?

Wilmington memories

Found this link on the Wilmington website...amazing photos of the devastation. The Baptist church and Dot's restaurant are shown.

http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.2274706863833.129550.1133521629&l=1d2b3227f5&type=1

more later...

Best, Vicki