Thursday, 27 March 2014

I thought I'd like to share with you Lewis's art. Lewis is 3 and is showing signs of being an exceptional artist. 


Lewis and Nan at Grandparents day March 2014


I have heard that it's not advisable to teach structured art to children until they reach puberty as it is more desirable that a child develops an imagination of their own. Lewis has produced his first piece for Nan, that he has not titled.


'Untitled' by Lewis February 2014


“It took me four years to paint like Raphael, but a lifetime to paint like a child.”Pablo Picasso


Paint is an inviting, accessible and engaging material for young children. The experience of painting offers children an opportunity to express themselves creatively, use their imagination and build their fine motor skills. Children often paint without intending to produce, but rather to simply enjoy the pleasure of painting. With an amazing sense of wonder, a child equipped with a brush can plunge into colours, glide, swoop, dab and sweep as they change a plain piece of paper into vistas of shades, shapes and textures. For young children, the process of painting is as important as the product.
Fintona Early Learning centre

Thursday, 20 March 2014

Painting of Rose. Pierre de Ronsard.

Hello, I am new to blogging and I thought I would share with you the painting I am working on at the moment. It is 120cm x 120cm acrylic on linen.

This rose lives in my daughters garden, it is a Pierre de Ronsard,  a French poet, 1524 - 1585. His poem 'Ode to Cassandra' is believed to have influenced the naming of this rose.

I hope to share my love of painting, tips, ideas and inspirations!




Ode to Cassandra

Pierre de Ronsard

Darling, let's go see if the rose
That this morning did disclose
Its dress of purple to the sun
Has not lost at all this vespers
The folds of its empurpled dress,
And its tint to yours akin.


Alas! See how in a little space,
Darling, it has upon the place
Alas, alas, let drop its beauties!
O truly wicked stepmother Nature,
Since such a flower lasts no more
Than from morning unto eve!


Thus, darling, if you believe me,
While the bloom is on your years
In its freshest novelty,
Gather, gather your young age:
As upon this flower, old age
Will come to tarnish all your beauty