FMG RHill Invite #2

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On the road again


In March of this year  Young at Art teamed with the fabulous Nikki Delicious of Montego Bay to offer a workshop on her veranda, introducing the fundamentals of painting a face to North Coasters. It was so successful we were asked to  repeat the workshop to a (mostly) new group, and so we returned this weekend to the lovely setting of her home and garden.

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Painting Studio by the Pool and Patio

Beginning on Saturday morning with how to mix colors and tones, and how to use brushes effectively to apply paint well, unique pieces were created with a limited palette. Below are the results:

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All Roads lead to the Centre

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The Colorist

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miss tammy

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The Flower and the Fiends

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Always Return to Source

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Sea Sand and Surf

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Meditation

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Zany Superhero Shield

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Coming Through

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Mexican Plate #2

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Mexican Plate #1

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World Cup Kicks Off!

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Cushion Collection

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Transforming

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Refreshment

Beautiful work emerged, and through these expressive pieces we got to know each other in surprising ways.

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Group discussion

Taking a break for lunch, we returned to learn the fundamentals of drawing a face  objectively, and seeing tonal values.

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Drawing on Nikki’s breezy veranda

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Focus and concentration

We finished up Day 1 with some lovely pencil studies of faces, for many students their first attempt at seeing the face as a series of shapes, and adapting to a new way of seeing. Tiring but satisfying work.

Sunday morning we began with a demonstration of painting a face, using the paint mixing and application lesson from the day before to render a face with smooth clean colors.

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Demonstration

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Is this work or play?

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Masterpieces emerging!

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Mace raising the bar

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Painting – a newfound passion

The work is all so beautiful!!

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Tammy’s Girlfriend

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J’shri

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Teacher’s Star Student

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Mind over Matter

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Surf Boy

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Alien Robot Saves the World

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Mirror Mirror

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Peacefulness

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Getting the Groove On!

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Football Fan

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Regal and Strong

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MoonBather

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A Quick Sketch

Mace's Masterpiece!

Mace’s Masterpiece!

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Bruce Bust Out

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Raw Talent….

Gathering at the end of the Weekend Workshop to view the work…

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The Gallery

…creating a gallery of our own in this home of fun and art, the most perfect environment in which to explore creativity and develop friendships. Give thanks!

 

Brittas Bay: memories of an Irish Beach

FG Irish Beach

A diptych, and painted from memory without photographs, which is unusual for me, and freeing. Oil on canvas, measuring 30″ x 80″. Painted spring of 2013.

Ireland, a land of seasons. I miss the beauty of it even with the damp and cold.   I remember going to this beach as a child, about an hour’s drive from where we lived. We’d all pile into the Toyota Hiace van, the only vehicle big enough for the eight children, two parents, the grandmother, a dog or two, the buckets and spades, the picnic of dozens of sandwiches and drinks, the towels and sweaters (yes), and most importantly the windscreen.

Here I am living in Jamaica. No one has ever heard of a BEACH windscreen. Well, in Ireland when you go to the beach you’d better carry one because the chances of a still warm sunny day are laughable. When you get to the beach you look around for a good-sized rock so you can hammer the poles into the sand (who ever carries a hammer to the beach?) and then you’re set, shielded by a 4′ x 12′ striped canvas from the cold wind that whips sand into your eyes. And into your sandwiches. And your mouth. You huddle together in a cosy group and are as happy as Larry until the wind changes direction.  As going to the beach was something we often did with friends there’d be a few windscreens marking our spot on the never-ending white-sand beach, and depending on how blustery the day was, they’d be hammered in a circular configuration….I seem to remember that the set-up took a lot of discussion between the mothers and the fathers, a fair bit of laughter and the odd curse-word…Never a dull day, going to the beach in Ireland.

We kids would amuse ourselves playing in the grasses, usually after going for a swim…Why the sea always looked so alluring is a mystery to me now, so soft I’ve become living on a tropical island, but nevertheless, a non-negotiable  and exciting part of going to the beach was getting into the sea. A 10-minute dip, not including the time it took to get into the water, which was torture, would last you the day. After a so-called ‘swim’ in the Irish Sea you’d be so exhilarated, your body tingling from top to toe from the shock of immersion in near-freezing water and the subsequent charge from having survived, you’d be feeling on top of the world. You wouldn’t even need the windscreen anymore. That was for the mothers, trying to tan, brushing off the sand that was continually blown onto their limbs, and occasionally covering with towels to shelter them from the odd shower of rain passed that by. No, we kids would take to the grasses on the dunes just above the wide white-sand beach and play hide-and-seek or some kind of war game, or roll down the dunes as fast as we could.

You could get lost in those grasses. They were all in tufty growths, a sharp stickly grass, hardy I suppose to be growing there. They grew in a wide swathe across the top of the dunes, and we could make tracks and nests and hiding places within this world. In between the clumps I occasionally found a sandy spot that was warm and protected, and there I would sit and be still…. and maybe sometimes fall asleep.

That’s where this painting comes from. Memories of an Irish beach.