Please bring strange things.
Please come bringing new things.
Let very old things come into your hands.
Let what you do not know come into your eyes.
Let the arch of your feet be your mountains.
Let the paths of your fingertips be your maps
And the ways you go be the lines on your palms....
May your soul be at home where there are no houses.
Walk carefully, well loved one,
Walk mindfully, well loved one,
Walk fearlessly, well loved one.
Return with us, return to us,
Be always coming home.
- Ursula LeGuin (Initiation Song from the Finders Lodge)
I asked the girl if they would like to begin with a poem or the morning gift and they unanimously chose the poem, an excerpt of which is above.
Today's gift comes from Imagination International, a company committed to putting the best artistic tools into the hands of artists around the globe. Imagination International sent the girls a set of markers and a doodle pad. Thank you, Imagination International! We are grateful for your support!!!
We got right back to work on our art journals. We set up a station for collage and ephemera, a station for print making, and a station for binding and mark making.
The group decided to work straight through, without a break for a nature walk. They also decided to reschedule our secondary project for tomorrow as they felt compelled to work on their art journals all morning. Here are some examples of their work...such a wide variety of self expression....sculptural, and textural, all so evocative and intriguing.
When your daughter shows you her art journal, remember that art is not a thing - it's a way. Ask her to tell you about each page. Ask her about her creative process.
Tomorrow we will do a quick writing prompt and put finishing touches on our journals before creating our secondary project. Families will join us for the closing ceremony and celebration at 11:00. I can't even believe it's our last day. It went by SO fast!
This winged little sprite has been waiting ever so patiently to be old enough for Mighty Girl Art. We can't wait until she flies into our tipi.
Made so & rooted by love,