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Permalink Reply by pocketina on February 12, 2008 at 9:45pm

Hi, I'm really new to this group, so I hope this post can serve as my introduction. :-)

The weirdest place I've ever done art (well, craft, really) was to bring my handspindle and wool to the oncologist's office, and I was spinning wool in the waiting room, which was definitely a novelty for everyone around me!

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Permalink Reply by Julie on February 12, 2008 at 11:02pm

I bring my sketchbook with me everywhere so I often just pop it out and start sketching... meaning that wherever I am even in public places with lots of people I just start doing art. I was waiting for my train and started drawing the people on the other side of the tracks sitting on a bench, the people around me were watching.

this one isnt really weird, just interesting. in fact it's quite a normal place to go especially bc i went with my art class, bu what happened was scary... I went to Kelly Dr. to paint the landscape there (a little river-type thing, very pretty w/ bridges and little crew boats... just off a highway/main road to philly) and I set up my easel and paints and starting painting when a big white van pulled up (in the parking lot... people often go running/biking/walking along the walk there). Out comes about 15 old men (and I was only about 15 at the time) from just one van. I started to get a little freaked out because they all were staring at me and pointing and then walking over to me. Then Next thing I know, they enclose me and my easel by creating a big circle around us. I was pretty freaked out, and then they started telling me about how beautiful my painting was and one guy said "I'll take you home to Afghanistan with me and you can paint for me there and be my wife, I will give you an oil well!" and they were all joking and laughing. well I hope they were joking and trying to be funny but i was pretty scared until finally somehow I got them to go away.

the end.

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Permalink Reply by Boogie on February 15, 2008 at 10:34am

When I was in art school in the middle of Boston there weren't many trees. But there were a few here and there and some that you could even climb. Between classes I'd bring my smaller sketch pad and sit up in the trees sketching away. I could watch people quietly without most of them even knowing I was there.

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Permalink Reply by Christine on February 15, 2008 at 8:11pm

I don't know why I just thought of this but about -ohhh, almost 10 years ago, when I was a life guard for a girls scout camp one summer, I picked up a couple metal wires on the ground and started twisting it to make wire sculpture people.
They had a nice flowing spontaneity to them.

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