Summer Art (kids and ink and a bass)

July 14, 2014

We went and spent some time with family in North Georgia. I tried to pry the nephews  away from the iPads and zombie games long enough to make some art. We painted on big rolls of paper. We painted dogs in cars and gas stations that sold dog bones and chips for free. Let’s get out some dangerous inks and solvents and get them all over our hands! Let’s make something! Yes!

I hand cut a silkscreen and we went through the t-shirt making process. I was not as entertaining as Legos or Angry Birds but I enjoyed watching the magic happen with squeegie and ink. I enjoyed seeing the kids watch something form out of nothing. I enjoyed seeing them forget they were bored and try to write questionable words with brushes and house paint. We silkscreened a stack of shirts and tote-bags and even a baby onesie. I bet the kids will remember their crazy “Unckie Kyle” showing them a thing or two. I heard one of them telling their friend, “Unckie Kyle is an artist.” That made me glad.

The rest of the time I painted on things I found in the yard and in the woods. I hope they don’t get too ticked when they find the painted items I left for them to find. I painted on their stack of firewood and an old wooden plank I came across. I made them some signs for their driveway. I really don’t know when to quit.

It has been as hot and humid as it gets in North Georgia. It will make a normal person loose their mind. It certainly pushes me to my limits. My dog doesn’t seem to care.

Maria and I sat on the steps in the late evening. We watched Cicada Killer wasps buzzing to and fro. We watched the wind blow in ahead of a Friday evening storm- bolts of white lightning. I enjoy the storms. They make me happy.

I had a good time on my little break from the regular ol’ routine.  I went fihsing a couple times after dinner. The sun had set but it was still light– peaceful time. I had not fished in a long time. I caught two bass.  I looked into their glass marble eyes and tossed them back into the blue deep water. Don’t hate me bass man. Don’t hate me bass lady.

– kyle