Sunday Gazette-Mail from Charleston, West Virginia on July 11, 1976 · Page 90
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July 11, 1976

Sunday Gazette-Mail from Charleston, West Virginia · Page 90

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Craft Patterns Chalet Playhouse Just nine 4 x 8 panels of exterior plywood are needed to build the walls of this charming Chalet playhouse. Four panels make the roof. The floor area is 8 ft. x 10 ft., and it stands 10 feet high. Minimal framing is necessary, since the plywood provides strength. If you plan to use it as a garden tool bouse when your children are grown, position it in such a way that you wilt have convenient access to a larger back door, which you can install later. Shingle the roof according to the amount of time and money you choose to expend. Pattern 1678 ($1.10) includes all necessary, full-size patterns for valance, shutters, and flower boxes, plus step-by-step construction details. Real play value can be had in using this quaint little red school playhouse. Not like ordinary playhouses, its five, well-placed windows afford good ventilation. No framing is necessary since it has all-plywood construction of four sheets of 3/4" plywood and five sheets of 5/16" plywood. It is 7 feet high, 6', 8" wide and 7',10" long. Pattern #1670 C$1.10) includes full- size patterns and complete construction details. To order, send correct amount of money to Craft Pattern Dept.. Sunday Gazette-Mail, Elmhurst, 111., 60126. Prices quoted above include cost of fast'mail delivery. Red School Playhouse Perspectives W. Va. UnivertHy Paint Your Way to Happiness By J. O. Harvey Despite the claim of a Tale from Arabian Mghti, no fairy prince wa's ever transported afar upon a magic carpet. But you might be by that very picture you could be painting! We all know that wherever the mind is, in a way, so is the body. If only in your thoughts you are painting a picture beside the thundering sea, you are there. If only in your mind you are creating a picture high upon a mountaintop, then truly you have traveled. Art opens the mind to a new perception of life and everything around us. It deepens our appreciation of light, form, and color, and reveals to us a new world we'.ye never seen before. Painting is active and not passive as with reading. The hand coordinates with the mind and the eye in a new creation. Art is available to every age in life, and the materials for its expression need not be expensive. Today, they are within the reach of nearly everyone, and free instruction in our public schools is available in many parts of the nation. Art is, no doubt, the most basic form of self-expression. Our ancestors began painting on the walls of caves before they ever learned to write. Unlike the written word, which first we must learn to read, the impact of a picture is instantaneous and its language universal. In the pursuit of art, you may go everywhere in the world, or if you choose"-- nowhere at all. Pictures are waiting to be painted no matter where you are. You need not go even to the nearest window. Every vase of flowers is offering you an invitation to paint its picture; and even those vegetables on the kitchen table, fresh from the market -what are they saying to you? The pleasures to be found in art seem to multiply as we explore them, and their appeal extends ftfim childhood to old age. To those in retirement, art may well be the golden key to happiness. Many who are disabled may find solace i n , these heartening words of the late Winston Churchill, who loved to paint: "Muscles may relax, and feet and hands slow down; the nerve of youth and manhood become less trusty. But painting is a friend who makes no undue demands, excites to no exhausting pursuits, keeps f a i t h f u l pace even with feeble steps, and holds her canvas as a sdreen between us and the envious eyes of Time, or the surly advance ofDecreptitude." How many a "shut-in" is staring idly today at bare walls when he could be painting a picture? How many a gray day slips uselessly into eternity when we could be making our own sunshine! Boredom is one of the deadliest curses of this age. Art, for many, might be the ideal escape. As an avocation, this subject should not be approached in too serious a manner. The idea is to have fun and let yourself go. And don't be afraid of color. Nature is full of it, and her combinations are countless. As an artist you will have unlimited freedom; but the ~ ·24m CHARLESTON. W.VA. camera can reproduce only what it sees. You can recompose your picture any way you please. ~ If the words of Seneca are true, that, "All art is but imitation of Nature," the artist will find the whole outdoor world most enchanting. And he will find the varied charms of the four seasons to inspire him. For the budding glory of spring he will need a special setting of the palette; for his pastorales under the fair skies of summer, he, will need still another; and for the gay colors of : autumn he will need in good measure golden yellow, brown, and scarlet: and the mood o'f a bleak winter day, when long blue shadows creep over the snowdrifts, will demand a color treatment all its own. A wide choice of color mediums is available to the artist and, no doubt, there are more to come. In addition to oil paints and water colors, there are casein and acrylic paints, and a broad assortment of colors in pastel crayons, and special pencils that will blend readily; and there are numerous materials other than paper and canvas to work upon. We cannot expect all who choose this avocation to attain the same degree of excellence. Talents vary among individuals. But the most important things are within the reach of everyone who pursues this N pleasure -- peace of mind, first of all. The novice will see the world in nature's own pure "technicolor" and boredom will evaporate in the sunshine. Increasing numbers are finding it so each year. Why not test your talents with a try? Perhaps you, too, can paint your way to happiness! Put to Rest By the chapel stood quiet wood free of natural stone and spring. Laid to rest by time and people who think lives should be. Words of fate in spite of worth are written by midnight inspiration. Suiting the poet's needs tor'timo and place. Walls of native rock keeping watch . while they slowly sleep; Tucked away forever behind the plaster mask of mortal apathy and ambition. Minstrel sing your song of life and death. Kiss the ground where chapel stood. and all are put to rest. John Gagliardi Mr. Gagliardi is a member of the Kanawha Valley Writers' Assn. ·Iiilv 11: IffiK. Sundav Caicttr-Mai!

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