Friday
For those who are running out of ideas:
provide one. Start exploring!
http://www.princetonol.com/groups/iad/lessons/middle/middlelessons.html
Sunday
Affandi. Asian Van Gogh?

Affandi Speaks (an interview): http://www.age.jp/~pranoto/bookenglish/003.htm
Wu Shuang presents a comparison of Affandi and Van Gogh. Though some of the points mentioned may be debatable, yet it provides some entry questions and relatively good overview of the 2 artists. http://boonscafe.com/wushuang/?p=64
Thursday
Nanami Cowdroy uses mainly B&W.

Cowdroy's official site: http://www.nthread.net/gallery.html
I like to think of her works along the line of Surrealism.
Enjoy.
Monday
Fashion Drawing + Templates.

She wants to be in the fashion world. This site could be a good one to start her off with.
There are also free templates available @:
http://www.fashion-era.com/drawing_fashion.htm
Grids in Drawing for Accuracy.
Durer is one example who employed grids.
Chuck Close's portraits are excellent samples to motivate kids
to use grids outside of the usual domains of Math and Science.
Billybear.com may look kinda childish but the simple grid art
exercise would help to build kids' confidence in drawing : http://www.billybear4kids.com/Learn2Draw/Learn2Draw.html
Vincent Van Gogh.
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.
Starry, starry night.
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
Swirling clouds in violet haze,
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue.
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain,
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.
For they could not love you,
But still your love was true.
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night,
You took your life, as lovers often do.
But I could have told you, Vincent,
This world was never meant for one
As beautiful as you.
Starry, starry night.
Portraits hung in empty halls,
Frameless head on nameless walls,
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the strangers that you've met,
The ragged men in the ragged clothes,
The silver thorn of bloody rose,
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they're not listening still.
Perhaps they never will...
