Once, a few summers ago, my mom, sisters, and I went to a watercolor painting camp of sorts with a local painter we really admire. We all stayed in her 100 year-old home with creaky wooden floors, heavy antique quilts, and the smell of oil paints and sunshine. We painted, of course, but we also stayed up late and told stories; we swapped recipes over homemade meals; we imagined what had transpired in that old house, and once, we all crammed into a tiny car to avoid the rain and laughed until it stopped pouring. Basically we had a ball when we were painting, and we had a ball when we weren't.
We have been working with the wonderful Angie from Ace Camps to put together a workshop this next summer about filmmaking. It is going down in the lovely city of Asheville, North Carolina; a place we have never been but by the sounds of it's nickname, "Paris of the South", we are eager to explore. We hope to teach a few of you what it takes to make a film, and when we're not doing that, we have our fingers crossed that we will all be having a ball. Register here.
(The pictures are an attempt to show you how we can conjure up a ball even while getting our pictures taken, which is on the bottom of our activities-we-enjoy list)
images by amber henrie