This session was incredibly soothing, and I really feel that I got something out of going. Starting with the activity of doodling along with soothing music, and ending with making our own poems I got alot of food for thought on expressing my thoughts.
The first activity was doodling with music in the background. This was meant to be a warm up, to help us wake up and get our minds working.
For the next part we were given an image, in my case I was given a postcard of a man in the drivers seat of a car with a poodle sat in the passenger seat.
We were assigned the task of writing headlines, serious and funny, to go with the image in different newspapers. I haven’t read many newspapers and struggled slightly, so I decided to go towards the more comical side of it;
- The New Danger: Dog Drivers
- This is what our taxes pay for: Doggy Day School
- The Next Big Thing; Driver Dogs
For the next activity we were given the choice of images, either in books or images we brought with us to the session, to then make a poem about. I had taken a postcard of a beach similar to the one below.
I am the Sea,
I can be deadly yet calm,
I am luring,
Like a siren calling out,
Pulling you to your doom,
I am deeper than your darkest thoughts,
But I am only the Sea, nothing more.
For the next activity we were again told to find an image we enjoyed, and then to find 4 sentences ‘blindly’. By that she meant we were to go through more than one book, and flick through pages and ‘blindly’ choose one, then choose a sentence on one of those pages. We were to repeat this process 5 times, making a poem entirely out of ‘found’ sentences. I chose the Arnolfini Portrait by Jan Van Eyck.
Not a simple chance in a billion,
That I would marry you,
That I would be destined to carry your child,
To die by your child,
To end my life before it began.
We again done this activity and I chose a painting by Sir John Everett Millais called Death of Ophelia.
Thou Speakest to me of love,
Side by side, their faces blurred,
They knew how, and when to detach themselves,
I listen to myself saying it,
Without Passion, we’d be truly dead.
For our last activity we assigned the task of cutting up our last poem into sentences or just words, and spreading them along the table with everyone else’s. We then had to either choose a theme to write the poem, or to simply make one out of words that we felt connected too.
If I was easy prey,
When winds take me alone and lifts me up high,
I had the sky beneath me,
Was it a vision or a dream?
Now I rest in eternal slumber,
But do not cry for me,
For I am free.
This workshop really made me think more of words I could use in descriptions of paintings, and I do feel like this workshop really gave me food for thought.