Art classes in Berlin
As a primary kid I had a terrible experience with my art teacher when I had to draw trees. They had to be the same size and mine were not.
At Artnuts we couldn’t care less about the size or the shape or the colour of the trees.
Sometimes authority is so bad that all it accomplishes is the opposite of what was intended. I wonder how such people perceive the life they lived when life is about to let them go.
I love moments when I don’t prepare, being simply forced to improvise. I mean I do know when I can afford this and it’s not often.
And then it somehow almost always happens that the materials are just there. Things that were laying around forever are turning out to be more perfect than one could ever wish.
Same happened on this very day with old empty canvas roles of posters. These things were simply ready to be hanged, with metal sticks at top and bottom, with string to be placed on a nail… only there was nothing printed on them. Good for us! They were so nicely old, yellow and smelly. I think I found them on the street.
Anyway, cutting them apart they made perfect backing for our flowers. Traced with glue, dried and painted. Nice. “Trash” is my key attribute.
By the way this project came from internet but it’s been so long ago that I can’t remember where from. We thumb it up!
