I want to be an artist, a writer and a wife— juggling all these masks with just a minimum of strife. A lover, mother, daughter, cousin, sister-in-law, sister. A friend to every woman and a temptress to each mister. A master to my canine friends and slave to all my cats. A pal to all my blogger friends, not just to swell my stats. As well as to some Facebook friends and email friends and Skype. (I no longer use snail mail—I’m simply not the type!) So, if I were being truthful and I didn’t give a fig about what others thought of me, I’d dress up like a pig. Why the porcine costume? The tail curled in a ring? Because in my life choices—I want everything!
What truths lie hidden back of where you wear your countenance and hair? Behind the mask you show the world, possibilities are stacked and curled. Beings within us piled on shelves— other thoughts and dreams and selves. The self we are tomorrow may change from who we are today.
Today our art project in camp is going to be masks. I’ll publish photos tonight. Above is the mask I made to demonstrate one possibility.
There were a few costumes at my friend Audrey’s Halloween party that were like magnets to my camera. These two kept drawing my eye because every change of expression was magnified by the face paint. Somehow, these particular paint jobs rendered the wearers an incredible goofy sweetness that I couldn’t stop photographing. They are sort of eerily irresistible.
For other eerily irresistible costumes and faces, look HERE.
No mere pea in any pod,
nothing about her crass or odd,
all things about her svelte and mod,
designer clothes, designer bod,
her face a mask, her spine a rod––
Gucci-clad, Manolo shod.
Fortune gave an early nod
to one the whole world came to laud.
Yet as we throw the final clod,
how sad this beauty blessed by God,
choosing to end the whole charade,
now lies beneath the welcoming sod.
Her famous smile––a mere facade.
The camp went wonderfully today. The kids belted out the two camp songs they were a bit shy about yesterday, their masks turned into nearly completed masterpieces, our wonderful camp counselors, one of whom I discovered today is a mere sophomore in high school, were helpful and dedicated and came up with some good ideas of their own. The dance numbers are coming together and I think you’ll see by the photos below that the kids are having a wonderful time. We even had a few strollers-by, attracted by the music and laughter, come in and force money on us to help with next year’s camp. One blogger also requested that I tell where donations may be made and although my intention is not to treat my blog as a fundraiser, the friend who is handling the fundraising does have a paypal account established. Donations from the U.S. may be made via Paypal to email@example.com It is important that you send them in the friend or family category so we don’t have to pay a fee to Paypal.
If you click on the first photo and then on the right hand side of each photo that comes up, you can see all of these full-sized and read the captions.
The theme of the camp is “When you Wish Upon a Star.” This camper has taken the theme seriously on his mask.
Cynthy knows how to make a dance lesson fun.
This little girl may be one of the friendliest in camp, at least when it comes to the counselors. She has a hug and a kiss for me every morning and when she leaves in the afternoon.
Imagination is there and waiting in every one of these children
No child ever has to ask you what to do next..Put art materials in front of them and they go crazy.
Twist and shout? They did plenty of both.
These little girls were not shy about swinging into center circle to show off their moves.
Sometimes a guy needs his personal workspace, but glad I checked for paint and glue before I sat down in this chair afterwards.
I love my friendly camper, here in the background boogying out.
Most of the masks kids made at our week-long camps for kids were stunning and you’ve seen a number of them on past blogs. There were a few, however, that definitely qualify as oddballs!
When all else fails, just slap a feather on the end of your nose and call it art!
Perhaps it is that one sinister eye peering out or the odd misalignment of the placement of the mask that gives this one an oddball aura. I also like placement of the painting behind which gives him the appearance of having one horn that parallels the drooping ear. Does that look like a goober coming out of his nose and a little green creature reaching up to grab it?