As part of that object lesson, Dallin and Jackson worked in tandem to create the night's tallest Jenga-like structure, which reached up to the ceiling.
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Showing posts with label art. Show all posts
Wednesday, November 13, 2013
The Leaning Tower of Dallin
At last week's family FHE, Mike taught an object lesson with wooden building blocks. Basically, the lesson was that, together, we can do and make things better than we can on our own.
As part of that object lesson, Dallin and Jackson worked in tandem to create the night's tallest Jenga-like structure, which reached up to the ceiling.
As part of that object lesson, Dallin and Jackson worked in tandem to create the night's tallest Jenga-like structure, which reached up to the ceiling.
Sunday, September 8, 2013
Grandma and The Thinker
I love this photo of Mom holding her newest grandson, two-month-old Christian Jordan, taken at last week's bimonthly family dinner.
As she serenades him with "The Surrey with the Fringe on Top" from Oklahoma!, he appears to be listening intently while making the same pose as Auguste Rodin's famous sculpture The Thinker.
As she serenades him with "The Surrey with the Fringe on Top" from Oklahoma!, he appears to be listening intently while making the same pose as Auguste Rodin's famous sculpture The Thinker.
Saturday, September 15, 2012
Day 258: Jackson's Drawing
Jackson drew me this picture of him and me:
I think it's a pretty good likeness.
I think it's a pretty good likeness.
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Sunday, June 3, 2012
Day 154: Sidewalk Chalk Art III
I'm not sure what this is supposed to be, but it gave me a good chuckle.
Friday, May 25, 2012
Day 146: More Sidewalk Chalk Art
I came across some more sidewalk chalk art today, though this time it was mainly Kylee's, Dallin's, and Kenna's doing, and it was all over their front sidewalks and driveway.
Among the best pieces was this one of their dog, Ozzy:
Among the best pieces was this one of their dog, Ozzy:
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Day 138: Sidewalk Chalk Walk
Every year about this time, Bountiful City hosts a sidewalk art event for artists of just every talent range and age. I never really paid much attention to them until tonight, when I joined the mid-singles in a walkabout through several of the entrys into this year's extravaganza.
Some of my favorites included Sonic the Hedgehog:
"Dead Maus":
and this drawing of a dinosaur riding atop a jet airliner:
Today also marked my good friend Gary's birthday, so we took him over to Yogurt Stop afterward to enjoy some delicious dessert.Monday, January 2, 2012
Day 2: Safe-T-Rex
Earlier tonight, Biz, Jana, Parker, Steve, and I represented the Improvables at what we call a remote show - a performance away from our own theater - for a singles ward up in Farmington. We've been doing a handful of these lately in our efforts to try to promote the troupe when and wherever we can.
At any rate, we were in the Primary room, warming up for the show, when I went out to get a drink of water and to use the, ahem, facilities. When I came back, Parker had drawn the following on the dry erase board:
At any rate, we were in the Primary room, warming up for the show, when I went out to get a drink of water and to use the, ahem, facilities. When I came back, Parker had drawn the following on the dry erase board:
Safe-T-Rex looks like the kind of series of advertisements or kids' show I could really get behind. It certainly couldn't be any worse than Barney.
The show, incidentally, turned out very well, and we had a great time performing for them.
Monday, January 31, 2011
Car-plunk!
There are rare moments in life when you hear a song and its words describe exactly how you're feeling or the situation you're in right at that time. Over the weekend, I had one of those moments.
Saturday afternoon, I drove down to Provo to see the Carl Bloch exhibit that is currently on display at the BYU Museum of Art - or, at least, that was my intention when I began my journey. Not long after I made it onto the freeway heading south, however, my car did everything in its power to keep me from reaching my destination. I could tell early on that it was struggling to shift from one gear to another, and by the time I reached the big hill at the Point of the Mountain, it really struggled to climb to the top.
By the time I came down the other side and into the Alpine/Lehi area - which seemed to take forever, cars passing and honking at me as I puttered along in the slow lane - I finally decided to pull off at the next exit and try to assess the damage as best I could. Not totally defeated but definitely discouraged, I pulled into a Maverik parking lot.
My cousin Scott, who lives in Lehi and knows a lot more about cars than I do, came over to look at the transmission fluid, and together we frowned at the engine and talked about my predicament. We agreed there wasn't much more I could do at that point - the local mechanic being closed for the weekend - than to try to drive it home on the frontage road and then through the streets of Salt Lake City, avoiding the freeway as much as possible and using my hazard lights.
As I walked inside the Maverik to call my date and explain the situation to her, the first thing I heard over the P.A. system were these words from The Cars' song "Drive" from the '80s: "Who's gonna drive you home tonight?"
My thoughts exactly.
Fortunately, in the long run, I was able to salvage a pretty enjoyable Saturday out of a rather distressing situation. My date was very patient and understanding and actually drove to Lehi to pick me up, and together we attended a later session (it's that busy that you have to make an appointment) of the Bloch art exhibit, which was fantastic. And though I've not had the best luck with cars over the past year, I did eventually make it home, completing what is normally a 40-minute drive in just over twice that time. (Salt Lake City, seen via the scenic route, is actually a nice place to drive through, south to north.)
The car, in the meantime, might be in the shop for quite some time. Anybody want to give me a lift?
Saturday afternoon, I drove down to Provo to see the Carl Bloch exhibit that is currently on display at the BYU Museum of Art - or, at least, that was my intention when I began my journey. Not long after I made it onto the freeway heading south, however, my car did everything in its power to keep me from reaching my destination. I could tell early on that it was struggling to shift from one gear to another, and by the time I reached the big hill at the Point of the Mountain, it really struggled to climb to the top.
By the time I came down the other side and into the Alpine/Lehi area - which seemed to take forever, cars passing and honking at me as I puttered along in the slow lane - I finally decided to pull off at the next exit and try to assess the damage as best I could. Not totally defeated but definitely discouraged, I pulled into a Maverik parking lot.
My cousin Scott, who lives in Lehi and knows a lot more about cars than I do, came over to look at the transmission fluid, and together we frowned at the engine and talked about my predicament. We agreed there wasn't much more I could do at that point - the local mechanic being closed for the weekend - than to try to drive it home on the frontage road and then through the streets of Salt Lake City, avoiding the freeway as much as possible and using my hazard lights.
As I walked inside the Maverik to call my date and explain the situation to her, the first thing I heard over the P.A. system were these words from The Cars' song "Drive" from the '80s: "Who's gonna drive you home tonight?"
My thoughts exactly.
Fortunately, in the long run, I was able to salvage a pretty enjoyable Saturday out of a rather distressing situation. My date was very patient and understanding and actually drove to Lehi to pick me up, and together we attended a later session (it's that busy that you have to make an appointment) of the Bloch art exhibit, which was fantastic. And though I've not had the best luck with cars over the past year, I did eventually make it home, completing what is normally a 40-minute drive in just over twice that time. (Salt Lake City, seen via the scenic route, is actually a nice place to drive through, south to north.)
The car, in the meantime, might be in the shop for quite some time. Anybody want to give me a lift?
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Coming Up Roses
At today's family dinner, my 12-year-old niece Kylee got creative. And the results were, I must say - I am a bit biased when it comes to my nieces and nephews - pretty awesome.
Using only a few pink pieces of Starburst, she created a rose. This is how it turned out, as captured on my cell phone camera:
These kids never cease to entertain nor to amaze me. Who are these children coming down, anyway?
Using only a few pink pieces of Starburst, she created a rose. This is how it turned out, as captured on my cell phone camera:
These kids never cease to entertain nor to amaze me. Who are these children coming down, anyway?
Monday, May 24, 2010
Disney Declares War on Itself!
The image I have posted today just about speaks for itself.
Suffice me to say that I got to spend some quality time yesterday with all seven of my nieces and nephews at family dinner, during which the kids drew some pictures. My 10-year-old nephew Dallin was especially creative, coming up with a drawing in which various Disney characters had, apparently, declared war on each other.
As you can see, Nemo has grown a body and legs and is firing his machine gun; Goofy is lying dead, in a pool of his own blood; Pooh is firing rockets at everybody from his tank; and Dumbo, from up above, is dropping bombs on everybody else.
In other words, it looks like just another average, ordinary day in the "Happiest Place on Earth." Naturally, this drawing is now proudly displayed on my refrigerator.
Suffice me to say that I got to spend some quality time yesterday with all seven of my nieces and nephews at family dinner, during which the kids drew some pictures. My 10-year-old nephew Dallin was especially creative, coming up with a drawing in which various Disney characters had, apparently, declared war on each other.
As you can see, Nemo has grown a body and legs and is firing his machine gun; Goofy is lying dead, in a pool of his own blood; Pooh is firing rockets at everybody from his tank; and Dumbo, from up above, is dropping bombs on everybody else.
In other words, it looks like just another average, ordinary day in the "Happiest Place on Earth." Naturally, this drawing is now proudly displayed on my refrigerator.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Works of Art
For family home evening this past Monday night, we got in touch with an old childhood favorite: drawing with crayons.
I am not nor was I ever a great artist. There was a time, though, when I would doodle and draw during much of my spare time (and sometimes during class). I created one comic book after another in the fifth through eighth grades. (If you think my movies are bizarre, you should have seen the comics.) In my extracurricular junior high art class, I often drew my own interpretations of action shots from Sports Illustrated in pencil.
Well, I don't do that much anymore. But it's still fun to pick up a box of crayons and see what you can come up with.
So, back to Monday night. Each table was first given a minute with which to begin drawing a fairy tale or a nursery rhyme. Then, after the minute was up, we had to pass it to the person to our right, and that person would continue the tale. And so on. Next, we did the same with a story from the scriptures. Here is what the others on the table did with my version of the King Benjamin story from the Book of Mosiah:
I particularly liked the addition of the "Welcome to the Jungle!" quote. Finally, we had five minutes with which to draw a self-portrait. Here is what I came up with:
Note that we had only five minutes to draw this. I realize it's not worthy of the Louvre.
Following FHE, I drove out to LDS Hospital in the Avenues of Salt Lake City to meet my new niece, Kira Nancy, who had been born that afternoon at 3:59 p.m., weighing seven pounds and eight ounces. (Biz was smart enough to bring her camera when she and Jeff came out, and she's got some good pics of Kira on their blog.)
I got to hold Kira for about five minutes, which made the whole trip worthwhile. She is a cute little bundle, as were my other nieces and nephews when they, too, were just six hours old. I look forward to sharing some crayons with her in future days.
Holding a newborn in my arms is always an extremely humbling experience. Each time, it gives me a renewed sense of awe and wonder at the Almighty's power and the infinite love He has for all of His children.
Talk about a work of art.
I am not nor was I ever a great artist. There was a time, though, when I would doodle and draw during much of my spare time (and sometimes during class). I created one comic book after another in the fifth through eighth grades. (If you think my movies are bizarre, you should have seen the comics.) In my extracurricular junior high art class, I often drew my own interpretations of action shots from Sports Illustrated in pencil.
Well, I don't do that much anymore. But it's still fun to pick up a box of crayons and see what you can come up with.
So, back to Monday night. Each table was first given a minute with which to begin drawing a fairy tale or a nursery rhyme. Then, after the minute was up, we had to pass it to the person to our right, and that person would continue the tale. And so on. Next, we did the same with a story from the scriptures. Here is what the others on the table did with my version of the King Benjamin story from the Book of Mosiah:
I particularly liked the addition of the "Welcome to the Jungle!" quote. Finally, we had five minutes with which to draw a self-portrait. Here is what I came up with:
Note that we had only five minutes to draw this. I realize it's not worthy of the Louvre.
Following FHE, I drove out to LDS Hospital in the Avenues of Salt Lake City to meet my new niece, Kira Nancy, who had been born that afternoon at 3:59 p.m., weighing seven pounds and eight ounces. (Biz was smart enough to bring her camera when she and Jeff came out, and she's got some good pics of Kira on their blog.)
I got to hold Kira for about five minutes, which made the whole trip worthwhile. She is a cute little bundle, as were my other nieces and nephews when they, too, were just six hours old. I look forward to sharing some crayons with her in future days.
Holding a newborn in my arms is always an extremely humbling experience. Each time, it gives me a renewed sense of awe and wonder at the Almighty's power and the infinite love He has for all of His children.
Talk about a work of art.
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