Evolve 150

Are you aged between eight and fourteen? Would you like to be creative during your summer holiday? If so, come and spend some time with us at West Buckland School Art Department, where we will be teaching you how to make clay sculptures, masks, flags, screen printed t-shirts and much more!

 

We are open on weekdays from 1st to 10th August from 8.30am until 5.30pm (£25) or half day sessions are available from 8.30am to 12.45pm and 12.45pm to 5.30pm (£14). Places are limited to twenty six per day, so please book in advance.

Booking forms and further information are available on the school website, or from Karen Wicks on 01598 760281 or kaw@westbuckland.devon.sch.uk

Other adult courses:

Printmaking Workshop:Saturday 11th June 2011 – 10-1.30pm
Print Room in the 150 Building

West Buckland School, Barnstaple, Devon EX32 0SX
Tutor: Peter Bright  Read more…


This Window – ‘Cassette Culture’: Art Summer School in DevonPRESS: ‘The new art, drama and design and technology building, known as the 150 building, won the sustainability category in this year’s South West RICS Awards, a renowned set of industry awards. The building houses what could be considered some of best educational facilities in the South West.


Sail at Broomhill Art Hotel by This Window

Floating Sculpture by Matt Stein at Broomhill Sculpture Park, North Devon

This Window – ‘Cassette Culture’: Print or painting? Went for lunch and was really pleased to find a painting purchased by Broomhill Art Hotel off me a few years ago is still on their wall – wish I still owned it (maybe?) .

As an 11 year old I watched the first moon landing in 1969. I was mad about everything to do with space travel, I would read anything that was about rockets, cosmonauts and astronauts. Later in my life I shook the hand of a man who shook the hand of my all time hero Yuri Alekseyevich Gagarin, that was for me like touching history, if only secondhand (excuse the pun).Continue reading

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About peter

'Death by Sushi' Fish can kill me. When I was very small (maybe 3 or 4 years old) my grandfather, who lost the sight of one eye from a bullet fired by a German sniper (fortunately not a very good one) during the Battle of the Somme in World War 1, wiped my face with the corner of his apron, an apron he had used to wipe his filleting knife on. He was a grocery shopkeeper who specialized in wet fish.