Íþróttamiðstöðin Garði - laust starf

Let's make some happy little clouds in our world. If there's two big trees invariably sooner or later there's gonna be a little tree. Think about a cloud. Just float around and be there. You have to make those little noises or it won't work. And maybe, maybe, maybe...

We don't want to set these clouds on fire. Volunteering your time; it pays you and your whole community fantastic dividends. Poor old tree. And just raise cain.

We don't really know where this goes - and I'm not sure we really care. We don't have anything but happy trees here. If you hypnotize it, it will go away. Let all these little things happen. Don't fight them. Learn to use them. Use your imagination, let it go.

That's a son of a gun of a cloud. We spend so much of our life looking - but never seeing. Look around, look at what we have. Beauty is everywhere, you only have to look to see it. Without washing the brush, I'm gonna go right into some Van Dyke Brown, some Burnt Umber, and a little bit of Sap Green. Absolutely no pressure. You are just a whisper floating across a mountain. In painting, you have unlimited power. You have the ability to move mountains.

In nature, dead trees are just as normal as live trees. Everybody needs a friend. Just make a decision and let it go. You don't have to be crazy to do this but it does help. Just a little indication. We'll make some happy little bushes here.

Working it up and down, back and forth. Once you learn the technique, ohhh! Turn you loose on the world; you become a tiger. This is the way you take out your flustrations. In your world you have total and absolute power.

It's almost like something out of a fairytale book. You better get your coat out, this is going to be a cold painting. See. We take the corner of the brush and let it play back-and-forth. Fluff that up.