House/Home Revisited

Right now, the idea of 'Home' is on my mind. 

A few years ago, I worked at the AGP facilitating a series of art classes with new Canadians who had come to Canada as refugees. We explored the concept of 'Home' by creating tiny houses out of paper, clay, and found objects. 

The house template below was used as a starting point.

It's not really meant to be realistic, but rather, a sculpture suggesting the idea of

'House/Home'.

Due to limited supplies, (as I am here at home, and most of my art/craft papers are at the AGP), I used wrapping paper and glued it (using a gluestick)  onto 110 lb. drawing paper, to give it more weight. Cardstock is ideal, as is 12" x 12" decorative scrapbooking paper.

I am as interested in the two-dimensional flat pattern as I am in the assembled houses. 

But the basic house, when folded, can be made again and again, and used to create a little village. 

Cut out doors and windows, if desired.
Try watercolour paper as your base if you'd like to use w/c paints, acrylics, markers, etc., to enhance your tiny house decor. 

I used tape (clear or masking) to stick the flat plan into a three-dimensional house. Score the folds well to create sharp wall and roof lines. I taped it together on the inside. It is a bit fiddly, but remember that the idea is not to have perfection, only character - the essence of 'House/Home'.

The tiny houses were also a big hit with students from Alternatives at the AGP,

pictured above.

We built our own little community!

Paddling Angel

Paddling Angel, lead us to the river

Away from the danger, away from the night

And on to the shelter and warmth of the summer

We'll float through the darkness out into the light.

Paddling Angel, the wind moves the water

The waves growing bigger, the journey so long

I sing out a prayer that you'll guide us to safety

The wind and the water will carry my song.

Paddling Angel, the sound and the rhythm

The stroke of your paddle a sweet lullaby

We hear songs of hope build in steady progression

And strain to find joy in the air by and by.

Paddling Angel, the river will hold us

The wind now grows lighter, the water serene

We listen for bird song as treetops sway gently

To mark where we're going, and where we have been.

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July Blues

AGP Plus

This Ability!

❤

Unearthed

Happiness

One Hundred Years

In memory of Everard Chandler Stent, 

of St Luke's, Jersey, Channel Islands

died October 27 1918

His headstone bears the inscription;

"Born In Jersey, Beloved Of All; He Laid Down His Life For His Friends."

Jersey Evening Post - Monday November 4 1918

Roll of Honour. It is with very sincere regret that we chronicle the death
which took place in action somewhere in France on 27 October last of
Bombardier Everard C Stent, eldest son of Mr & Mrs T C Stent of 1 Lansdowne
Villas, St Lukes. The deceased was formerly a prominent footballer and one of
the most popular members of the Jersey Wanderers Football Club, he played
in many an inter-insular match, always with credit to himself and advantage
to his side. He followed his father's profession of schoolmaster. Of an
unassuming but most genial disposition Everard Stent had a very wide circle
of friends who will learn of the death of so fine a young fellow and so gallant a
soldier with great sorrow. To his father and mother and other members of the
family and to Miss Elsie Gruchy of La Prevalaie, Grouville, the deceased's
fiancee, we would offer our respectful condolences. The following is and extract
from a letter sent by a Gunner in Bombardier Stent's battery "He was not at
all well this morning and stayed in bed, but hearing someone was wounded
he rushed out in his bare feet and started bandaging when another shell
came on and killed all that were near, Everard among them. If ever there
was a man whose life had not been lived in vain he is that man and I am very
proud that he was a pal of mine. He was recommended for the Military Medal
some time ago but his whole life since he joined up has been a record of
thought for others and he was loved by every man in the Battery. We have
lost the bravest and most unselfish man I have ever met and, to me, it is like
losing my brother".