Kathleen wrote: which is why I am not a studio,or stable (! ) artist, I guess! So if what it taught me was the coalescence of these thoughts, then it was a well-taught moment.
But it also stretched our creative muscles: to create something out of an alien ( in the sense that it did not come from one's own head) image that one could then take ownership of in the final piece.
Er ? … Yeees ! …
("peace" is always the final piece, anyway )
We did that kind of exercices in my school of art … when it was ruled by "68'ards" teatcher's…
(Paris, a long time ago )
They called it : "A.E.V"
(for : "Appréhension de l'Espace Vécu")
I'm not sure to be able to translate it… as long as I'm still wondering what we were exactly "messing around"
We had to remove our shoes, touch the carpet with our toes… and tell what we felt !
(Geeez !… I was supposed to be a student in one of the best schools in Paris… and my parents were'nt that rich ! )
I'm kidding,… we learned a lot, of course…
(were it only to change our socks more often)
Anyway… let's open your shakras, sister !
( your exercice looks more "neo-flower children" than communist to me… )
It's a very nice job ! (good vib's )… keep 'em coming !
("stable"… do you mean that place overcrowded with cows ? )