Mon/Tues, Jan 16-17, 2011 - The Art of Florida
This week's artist of the week that we studied was William Lamb Picknell. The kids, K-6th grade, had a field day calling him "Mr. Pickle." Goodness; of course that started a classful of giggles. Hopefully that will help him remember his name anyway; we have so much fun in art class!
When William Lamb Picknell (1853- 1897), who was originally from Vermont, came to visit Florida with his wife Gertrude Powers, he enjoyed the beauty of the tropics here so much he laid his brush to the canvas in such a way it touched us for generations. What a thrill to bring that joy to others now and for generations to come by capturing those precious moments in time and expresing them with a paintbrush. To be able to snatch that bit of time in your hand and let it flow through you onto the canvas? Well, that, my friends, is what it's all about. Painted memories, to me, are bits of heaven on earth...
William Lamb Picknell was only 14 when his father passed away. He started working in a frame shop in Vermont to help makes ends meet and then started painting. He moved to Europe and studyied under George Inness, a very popular and talented landscape artist at that time, and by the age of 26 his "Road to Concarneau," Corcoran Gallery of Art, Washington D.C., earned him a medal and made him the first American to receive such a high honor in the category of landscape at the Paris Salon. Unfortunately, he suffered from poor health, and after his only child passed, he passed soon thereafter at the young age of 44. He left behind his wife Gertrude and many, many paintings which I will share a few of with you. You will be able to see the influence of the Hudson River Painters, but beyond that, I think you will see a desire to portray an aspect of truth and the beauty of nature that speaks for itself. Here is "Midwinter Florida," by William Lamb Picknell

His colors and composition are soothing and picturesque. Another piece of his we looked at in class this week was a painting of a fisherman in a boat.

All the K-6 students eagerly dove into boat painting after they saw his beautiful boat painting. We talked a little bit about linear perspective in some of the older student's classes as we looked at why you can see into the boat since it is located below the horizon. We pointed out the colors, how soothing they were, and how light the water was and how dark the shadow of the boat was. We mentioned the show of movement by the way the man is positioned in the boat with the oars. And of course the little ones wanted to know what he had in his boat. "What's that in the boat, Ms. Miller?" It's a barrel. "What's a barrel?" It's a container. "What's in the container?" and before I can answer "How come he has so much stuff in his boat?" "Where are the fish?" "My dad fishes." "One time we went in a boat and..." and on and on! So here are some of the student's boat pictures. Bear in mind these are elementary school students. Whenever I come around to check on them, they bubble over with stories about their pictures. They are amazing! It makes me want to compile them in a book and call it "Bubbling Boating Tales."



There are 153 students total so I can only show you you a few, but here are some choice shots as well:









Aren't they precious? There are many more but I cannot fit them all; it was so hard to choose! Until next week, happy sailing to all!
Anchors away!
Prayer: Thank you, Lord, for all that we learned this week and all the fun we had creating. It is a blessing to be able to put on paper that which we feel in our heart and on our minds. Thank you for touching our hearts with your handiwork and the work of Mr. Picknell that speaks of your glory. Thank you for reminding us to be fishers of men and not be afraid to get out of our "boats" and our comfort zones. Thank you for inspiring each little artist to learn new things, have fun, and explore their creative natures, thoughts, and ideas. We are so grateful for these opportunities and the joy that comes in sharing them with others. In Your Name, Amen.













