Conjour with color! I'm at The Venue until 7 p.m. wirh a Coloring station for a great cause.
Join us for an evening of music, art, coloring, drinks and friends in support of current issues facing our community. Raising donations of goods and funds to bring to the respite centers that have come to the aid of those just released from the camps at the Texas borders.
Artist Ismael Cavazos invites you to stop by The Venue on 6th St. to sample pages from his book
The Visionary's Coloring Book.
Coloring pages, pencils, and sharpeners will be provided. Simply bring your awesome creative curiosity and donations.
Cavazos is a Texas artist stationed in Austin. The theme of his work is recognizing resemblances and then pointing them out to others. Think clouds, inkblots and scribbles. Resemblances live when given attention, try it yourself for another dimension. His greatest discovery is the Old Man in the Peanut aka the Sage of the Leguminati. http://www.ismaelcavazos.com - @ismael.cavazos - facebook.com/cavazosismael
Here is why I do coloring stations: "Paint books and coloring books emerged in the U.S. in the 1880’s
as part of the "democratization of art" process, inspired by a series
of lectures by British artist Joshua Reynolds, and the works of Swiss educator Johann Heinrich Pestalozzi and his student Friedrich Fröbel. Many educators concluded that all, regardless of background, students stood to benefit from art education as a means of enhancing their conceptual understanding of the tangible, developing their cognitive abilities, and improving skills that would be useful in finding a profession, as well as for the children's spiritual edification."
Runs into nothingness, stumbles;
It’s so messy in there, he said.
Or maybe she said, I couldn’t figure.
I can’t see faces.
I hear their voices and then unhear them.
I fabricate my own words, sometimes truths.
Do you call them lies?
I guess it’s just my mind running wild
with the horses I dream of,
freely running in green meadows.
They run from nothing, towards nothing;
While I wait at the finish line,
only to be trampled.. #artsy#scribble