Kidmade Drawings

I have always loved to draw. Sometimes I don’t have the time or patience for it but I still love it. Up until sixth grade, for the most part, my drawings looked like typical little kid drawings. Something in my head clicked when I hit middle school. Maybe it was something in the 9 week art class or maybe it was something I saw on TV but something in my head changed when it came to drawing. I had a subscription to a Looney Toons magazine at the time. I remember sitting in church (not paying attention) with a notebook and my magazine. I could recreate the drawings of my favorite characters with out a flaw. It looked as if they were traced and when I showed them to people, they accused me of doing so. Around this same time, I also started drawing things around me. I remember one drawing that I did one night while staying with my grandmother of a shoe that was drawn with shading and all. I kept drawing up until I was in high school then I did like I did with most things, gave up. It wasn’t until my junior year of college that I rediscovered drawing. I loved my Drawing 1 class and wish I had taken more time while doing my large assignment drawings, but with everything I was involved with at that time most of the drawings ended up having to wait until the night before to be done. My final project was done in around four hours. It was an 18 inch x 24 inch drawing of one of my favorite photos of Ani Difranco. I didn’t even get started on it until midnight and it was due at 9:00 am. I went through four large cups of coffee and pretty much didn’t sleep before class.  I still have the drawing and I still can’t believe how well it turned out with only four hours, no sleep, and a wobbly caffinated hand.

So there you have it folks, 30 days of Kidmade things by me 🙂  I hope you enjoyed a bit of my history.


Kidmade Gifts from the heart…

Ask any college kid and you’ll know, money for them is Tight. While I was in the first year or two of college, I wanted to feel like an adult and give my family Christmas gifts that I had put a lot of thought into. Since I didn’t have a lot of money I focused more on the presentation of the gift, rather than spending a lot of money on a gift. Don’t get me wrong, I did get nice gifts; they just weren’t pricey. I took some paper lunch bags and printed out photos that meant something to the person I was giving the gift to and me. The one I gave my dad was a photo of a bundled up kid and a dad carrying a Christmas tree through the forest; something my dad and I did when I was a kid. I took a hole punch and popped holes along the top where I wove ribbon through. They weren’t much but they were heartfelt.

Kidmade Art Gallery

One snow day during fifth grade, I was home alone with nothing to do. Mom had bought me a large sketch pad for Christmas so I came up with a way of keeping busy until mom would be home. I decided to turn my room into an art gallery. I picked random things from my room and drew large pictures of them. I remember one picture that was realistic for at 10 year-old, of my favorite teddy bear that my grandmother had crocheted. It was so large that I had to put it on two large pieces of paper. I worked all day drawing things and taping them to my walls. That was one snow day that was well spent.

Paper Mache Fish

In sixth grade art class, my teacher was apparently obsessed with paper mache. We only had nine weeks of art class but we did two projects of paper mache. One project was a paper mache covered light bulb (that was broken after the paper hardened) to make a maraca. I loved that project but the one that takes the cake is a paper mache fish project that we were assigned. We were supposed to pick any fish we wanted to and make a paper mache sculpture in its likeness. I picked some crazy eel looking fish. Everyone else picked things like angel fish or flounder, normal common fish. But not me. Nope. I was having no part of “common” or “normal”. LOL.

I painted the thing up in various bright colors; in no way were they fish colors, especially this crazy eel fish that was very brown in the picture from the book. I think I painted the Chicago Bulls emblem on one side of it and I Heart So-and-so on the other. It had hearts, stars, swirls, and squiggles. Everyone else tried to make their fish as realistic as a paper mache fish made by an 11 year-old can be. I had fun with it. Later, when the fish were hung from the hallway ceiling, my teacher hung mine closest to the door. Due to the way the school was set up, the only people that had the pleasure of seeing my creation were other students in the art department. I think my teacher was completely embarrassed by it. I loved it and I still have it in a box of various other things that I made throughout school.

Wooly Sheep

Second post for the Things I made as a kid theme.

When I was 6, we had our rickety old trailer replaced with a top of the line (for the late 80’s) doublewide. We lived on top of a mountain with very little to keep us entertained. This, combined with the fact that my brother is 9 years older than me, meant that I was a little girl left to create her own world. One day, while creating one on my masterpiece Crayola marker paintings, I doodled the most magnificent sheep. There was something remarkable about this sheep in my little six-year-old head. I could just imagine how its wool felt. Or maybe I couldn’t. I NEEDED to experience the wooliness of this sheep. I came up with a perfect solution to this problem. I dug out my little safety scissors and began to cut away at our brand new slate blue carpet. I took my bottle of Elmer’s glue and began painstakingly placing the carpet chunks so that it would fill in the bubbles of wool I had drawn. I cut, I glued, I cut, and I glued until I felt my little sheep was perfect. This was certainly something that should be framed or at the least put on the refrigerator door.

My parents did not see the perfection and beauty that I saw in my sheep. Instead, I my scissors and glue were taken and I got a spanking.

Most kids graffiti walls for the sake of art. I demolished carpet.

Appalachian Arts Center Winter Bazaar Reception

I had so much fun! Robyn did an excellent job setting up the gallery. There were so many things to take in; I’m going to have to go back when things aren’t busy just to see everything.

I also delivered the commissioned booties and was commissioned to make a set of books for Ellen’s painting class. Woo-Hoo!!!

The AAC’s website went live today at 4:30 but I do not have a site address for it yet. I’ll post it as soon as I get it.

My wonderful hubby took some excellent photos while we were there.

This is “My Tree”. There were a few trees but this one has all of my ornaments on it plus three others that were made by someone else. I wrote about the garland in this post. Milton is hanging out in the background.

My Tree at the AAC Winter Bazaar

Next is a grouping of beautiful handmade baskets that are housing my handmade toy collection, a flower washcloth, and a neck-warmer.

Toy Collection

Some of the books in the photo below are mine and some are made by Robyn Raines.

Books at the AAC

Kitteh looks like he’s going to pounce! He greets you as soon as you come through the door.

Kitteh at the AAC Winter Bazaar

If you are traveling through Southwestern Virginia during the next month, I hope you will stop by the Appalachian Arts Center, look around, and possibly buy something from one of our many very talented artist and crafts people. The AAC is located in Tazewell County on Rt. 19 near Richlands. It’s three miles from where Rt 19 & Rt 460 split.

Check Out This Artist.

Perry Johnson paints phenomenal large scale paintings.  My favorite is this one: 

When I saw this painting in person, I wanted to touch it to see if he had used real plastic wrap because it looked that real.  His attention to detail is amazing.  I felt as if I was looking out my own window or passing someone in a parking lot when I was looking at the paintings.  The subject matter of the paintings can be interpreted in many ways.  Each time I saw them I found something else that I hadn’t noticed before.

I didn’t know until after I met him at the exhibit opening at the Appalachian Arts Center that he is my cousin.  Small world.  I found his site while searching for the AAC and just had to post it.

Go check it out!!