Do Dinosaurs Paint?

Welcome back to another episode of Sarah’s Adventures in the Art Studio (SAAS). This post answers the age-old question: do dinosaurs paint? We will get to that in a minute.

But first, I’m interrupting myself to share some happy news: I’m starting a new position at work. I’ve worked at our preschool for the last two years, and I’ve enjoyed my duties as classroom aid and outdoor art studio teacher.

But about a month ago, I was asked to become the lead teacher of the 2-and 3-year-old combined classroom. I felt excited but also a little nervous. I want to do a wonderful job, but I will be learning as I go, which isn’t always comfortable for me. Can you relate? I have moments of anxiety, but I keep reminding myself that it’s okay not to know everything on day one. I care about doing a good job, and that is a solid foundation. So stay tuned—eventually I will resurface and update everyone about how it’s going.

Now back to the original topic: do dinosaurs paint? In my studio, the answer is yes.

We have plenty of dinosaurs in our outside play area, and one day, I noticed that some had open mouths. Hmmmm, what if I stuck a paintbrush into the mouth of the dinosaur? Then the dinosaurs could paint. It was a twist on our painting time outdoors and the kids had a good time. 

But let’s back up a few steps. This blog post was intended as an April post but here we are in August. Last school year was good, but so busy, and blog posts had to wait their turn. So, here are some highlights from the last eight months at preschool, including some cute moments from our preschool summer camp. It’s like a buffet: a little bit of everything. Some Valentines Day, some St. Patrick’s Day, some Easter and lots of messy fun. 

 

Big mess = big fun.

This is Rudi the Robot. I made him as a creature with four slides
(one down each arm and leg). One of my students, Caleb, said,
"Is that a robot?" And that's how Rudi the Robot came to be.

This summer I worked at our preschool's summer camp. Each

week had a different theme and our first week was all about 

pirates and mermaids.

At the end of the week was dress up day so I gathered various accessories and threw together this pirate outfit. I channeled Johnny Depp and played the “Pirates of the Caribbean” theme song while I dressed. Got to get into character, right? 

One kiddo asked about my tights, and I told him that pirates sometimes wear fishnet tights. He asked, “Do you catch fish with them?” So funny, but that’s how young kids’ brains work. Another kiddo asked if I was a real pirate, so I answered, “Yes!” He thought about it for a minute and then said, “No…You’re Ms. Sarah!” 

Arrgh!

Another week was dinosaur week and for our dress up day I made myself a triceratops head piece out of paper plates. I got the idea from one of our campers, who called me “Tri-Sarah-Tops.” Hmmm…I feel an idea brewing. When we were playing outdoors that day (obviously I still had my dinosaur head on), I saw people down the block looking in my direction. Only my shoulders and head were visible above our fence. I hope they knew the truth: that I am both a teacher and a real dinosaur (from the neck up).

Tri-Sarah-Tops

My students tried to hide from me. 

Balloons: all fun and games until they pop, scaring me every time.

The summer passed quickly, except when we were outdoors at camp. Yes, I’m in San Diego, and it’s much cooler here than in most places. But it was in the 80s, with humidity, which we are not used to here. Sweat dripped down my back and face, which is not as glamorous as it sounds. We sometimes sprayed the water hose into the air to create rain, which cooled us off. Of course, the kids loved it, and we tried to keep them cool with outdoor water table play. At home, I parked myself next to our portable fan, put my wearable fan around my neck and tried not to move.

Besides doing art with the preschoolers, I also have done some of my own paintings this year. I took myself plein air painting last week (for those who don’t know, this means bringing my easel to a location and painting on site). Sweat trickled down my back, but a merciful breeze found me. People stopped to say hi and to share details about the neighborhood, a maze of streets twisting in and out of a canyon, filled with trees and plants. I listened to the distant sound of the trash truck, the bird calls, and the rustle of leaves in the trees. It had been eight months since I’d last painted outdoors, although I’d drawn outdoors twice in that time. It felt like a gift to myself, making that time to do something that feeds my soul.

Here is my painting, entitled “Pink House.” It wasn’t my intended subject matter that day, but when I looked down a street, I saw a pink dot in the distance, and I had to check it out. There aren’t a lot of pink houses here, and it called to me. It has at least three floors, as it is built into the side of a canyon. It reminded me of another plein air adventure from two years ago—my painting of a house, only a mile away from this one. It seems I like to paint old houses, tucked into the trees. 

Pink House, 11 x 14", acrylic on canvas panel

Some of my other paintings from this year involved cityscapes or street scenes—moments from everyday life. I have done several paintings of bodegas, and one depicting the inside of a Japanese market. Anything with color and interesting angles and shapes. 

My drawing of NikiGator, a San Diego sculpture
by French artist Niki de Saint Phalle

Japanese Market, 11x14", acrylic on canvas panel.

Crashing Wave, 9x12", mixed media on paper.

Earlier this summer I made a sandcastle with one of my kids. A small castle--but it was on my summer list. Would it even feel like summer without a sandcastle? 

It’s fun to make temporary art. A sandcastle will not remain intact for long, but the act of creating something is always worth it. 

This summer I also chipped away at a few DIY projects. They

involved lifting concrete blocks and brick, and I asked myself

why I do this in summer, when it’s hot. Longer daylight hours

for outdoor projects? I also enjoyed swimming, hanging with

my family, checking out dramatic sunsets and taking a few

naps. 

Gardening is another of my passions, and my flowers put on a good show this summer. 

Tradescantia Nanouk

Epiphyllum (Cactus Flower)

In case you thought my life is all flowers and sunsets,
here I am in my paint shirt, weeding in the heat.

Monarch and Milkweed

hybrid Hibiscus

The end of summer is always bittersweet for me—it’s not easy to return to a more rigid school schedule, and to accept the days becoming shorter. But it’s part of life, and I will try to be present in each season. Soon I will be welcoming new kiddos into our school, and I hope that they will feel happy and safe with me. We will practice taking turns, sharing, using our words (not our hands) to communicate. I know I will witness beautiful moments, like one from this summer, when a young three-year-old brought a crying friend his water bottle  to soothe him after a playground fall. These kids may be little, but they already have big hearts.

Please wish me luck for a good school year. I remember when I started teaching art nine years ago, and the challenges were daunting. I had to attempt to get thirty-eight kids to listen, while also encouraging them to express themselves, to let loose with their imaginations, while not letting so loose that their glue sticks became stuck to the ceiling (true story). I was overwhelmed--but I persisted and in time, I found my pace and style. I hope this new chapter will also be a good one, and I will try my best to be a patient, consistent, fun teacher this year. Stay tuned for updates.

Until we chat again, watch out for painting dinosaurs. And of course, keep shining brightly!

Makeover or Breakdown?

I’ve been moonlighting. Curious about my gig? A hint: I’m covered from head to toe in scratches. Have I been training alligators? Good guess, but no.

Okay, I’ll tell you. For thirty-one days, my moonlighting gig was in our front yard, making over the planter I built years ago. I’m posting about it because I like encouraging others who are considering changing their space on a budget. If you are a renter and don’t have outdoor space or can’t dig up a yard, you can brighten your world with a few potted plants. A cheerful splash of color does not need to break the bank.

The story starts on Saturday, February 21. I woke up and decided it was time for a change, so I marched to our front yard and started hacking away towers of Sticks of Fire, the orange pencil cactus. Some were almost as tall as I am. Thirty-one sweaty days later, I finished.

Sticks of Fire require almost no water, and their color is beautiful. But let me save you some trouble: if you get them, put them in a pot—not the ground. My Sticks of Fire forest started with a few small plants in the ground--which multiplied. Taking it down almost took me down.

Perhaps the story really starts seventeen years ago, when I designed our front planter. I measured a half-circle, bought concrete blocks, and created a semi-circular planter in our yard. I did multiple drives to get free dirt to fill my new planter and added succulents. Some were free, from Craigslist. It was a lot of work but satisfying. 

This is our front yard a few hours into demolition. The Sticks of Fire were five feet tall. The "before" was not bad, but things had become a bit too wild and I was ready for a change.

Fast forward to now, and the Sticks of Fire have multiplied and become trees, so I’m hacking away at them. I put out cuttings of the cactus and other succulents for people to take. It feels good to share these with others, since so many people shared cuttings with me.

Each day, my neighbors walk by, some with dogs. They ask about what the new look will be. “Top Secret,” I reply. (I love things that are Top Secret.) “Check back soon,” I say.

We broke heat records for February and March, but I kept digging. Some days I did an hour or two after working at preschool. A few days I wrestled stumps out of the ground for many hours. At times, I wondered if this was a breakdown of the stumps—or of me. (Maybe both.) 

My new garden plan involves mimicking the existing half-circle wall with two more half-circles inside. Here is the sketch I did, thinking the effect would be like a fountain. My final effect does not look exactly like this but I may add more plants. Who knows? Right now, I’m enjoying the change. 

On the hottest day, my kind neighbor Kat made me laugh when she walked her dog by our dirt installation. Her humor prevented a complete meltdown on my part (thanks, Kat). One neighbor offered help, and a few days later, another attempted to give help. I thanked them but explained that this is my mountain to climb. My sweet hubby definitely would have helped but I was determined to do it on my own.

Once the Sticks of Fire were down to stumps, it was time to remove them. The last two stumps were at least eight inches across, deep and stubborn. I used the electric saw, clippers, Japanese pull saw, and a shovel to loosen them. Mostly, I dug under the stumps to pry them out. I slipped on mud and tripped on slippery rocks. I fell into the 18-inch-deep hole I dug around the huge stump. There were tears and curses. Blisters and cuts. The preschool kids were impressed by my Band-Aid count (one day it was seven). I lift weights twice a week, but this yard work was a true workout. For all the upper body work I’ve done on this makeover, I expected my arms to look like Ronda Rousey’s by now. (They don’t.)

Day fifteen: I finally got the biggest Sticks of Fire stump out of the ground. The roots had formed twisty knots and wrestling them out was not fun. After a long labor, my bundle of agony was finally out of the ground. I'm exhausted but victorious!

Here I am, sitting in the hole that the stump was in.
It's 18" deep and almost as long as a bathtub!

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The second big stump, Sir Stumps A Lot, came out next. 

Notice the weed cloth that did not prevent weeds. Instead, 
the roots grew through it, making the extraction...extra fun.

After that victory, I leveled the dirt and started building my walls. I’m using concrete blocks that I already had, repurposing them. I replanted succulents that I took out of our planter, as well as some I’ve had in pots. I'm putting down cardboard onto the dirt as a weed barrier (Sam, thanks for the tip!). Weed barrier fabric has not worked for me, so we will see if cardboard does. Next, I will add succulents, which I've been growing for years. They multiply, so this is great for my Small Budget/Big Impact plan. 

Progress shot...

I spent almost nothing on this project. I bought a bag of soil and nine extra concrete blocks from Craigslist. A lot of my materials we repurposed from my other projects. Back yard plants were moved into the front yard. I shoveled rocks we already had in the front yard into my new planter. Reusing is satisfying.

These wall planters were ones I moved from the back.
I already had mini disco balls and beads,
 so creating this area was free.

I enjoy the variety of colors and textures.
Don't be afraid to experiment...

This is a mosaic pot I made years ago.
Painting the rim with turquoise paint I already had
makes the orange flowers pop. I love contrast!

The flamingos were moved into their own area

so they can be a flamboyance of flamingos.

(That is what a group of them is. Seriously!)

Moving things around (indoors or outdoors) can give your space a refresh, often without spending a dime.

I love sharing these triumphs to encourage others not to fear DIY projects. This post is not about bragging—it’s about sharing tips and a few laughs. You can make your space beautiful without spending a lot.

To be honest, I’m a little conflicted about posting this essay. We have a lot of terrible things happening in the world right now, and I don’t want to be insensitive by posting a lighthearted essay on plants. Still, I’m going to post, and I hope that my readers get a boost from it. I won’t deny that our country and our world are struggling hard. But we also need breaks from our stress--moments of joy.

It’s Holy Week, the week leading up to Easter. Some friends will celebrate Passover this week. Whether you celebrate Easter or Passover or something else—I wish you a happy spring. I hope that you find beautiful moments each day and the sun warms your face. Until next time, be safe and shine on! 

A Giant Makeover

Once upon a time, there lived a twelve-foot skeleton who welcomed people to his San Diego neighborhood. His name was Festive Franklin, and he stood outside his home. He stood as a beacon of cheer to all who saw him, including an artist named Sarah, who regularly drove by his castle.

Sarah noticed that he had his own Instagram (of course he did—he was the unofficial mayor of his neighborhood) and she began to follow his account. For more than a year, Franklin had been posting pictures of himself, dressed in cool clothes for each holiday. Being a festive dresser herself, Sarah was glad that Franklin enjoyed celebrating life. But for the last few months, it seemed Franklin was so busy greeting neighbors and visitors that he had forgotten to wear festive frocks.

One day, Sarah dropped a note in the mailbox at Franklin’s place. She offered to make Franklin a “2026” shirt to help him ring in the new year. Franklin’s mom/manager/momager texted immediately and gave Sarah the go-ahead.  Which brings us to today….

Franklin in his birthday suit.

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Blog readers, this is my first post of 2026. It is not an easy time in the world right now, and I hope this post brings a touch of levity to your day.  We can’t ignore the challenges in our world, but we do need breaks from stress. People need to smile and laugh, so consider this your creative coffee break.

Have you ever made clothes for a twelve-foot skeleton? Now, I can check that off my list. And you can, too!

If you want to dress a giant skeleton, you do not need to know how to sew. All you need is an idea. (Of course, you also will need stretchy fabric, and hot glue or fabric glue. But my point is, anyone can do this if they want to.)

Franklin’s mom and I texted ideas back and forth. She explained that you can’t put clothes onto Franklin the way you dress yourself, because there are cables behind him holding him upright. Any clothing would need to be tied in the back, like a hospital gown.

My initial sketch.

Over the course of two weeks, I chipped away at the project, after work or when I needed a break from my usual chores. First, I focused on a shirt for Franklin. I researched online how big the shirt would need to be, then cut pieces for it from a stretchy sheet I thrifted a year or two ago for another project. I sewed up the sides of the shirt, but you could hot glue them if you prefer. Next, I added decorations to the shirt, using felt, paint, gems and fabric scraps I already had. 

This shirt looked big. Would it be big enough?

Gems gave it some extra sparkle...

I wondered if Frankie might feel extra naked if he had only a shirt, so I decided to make him pants from the same stretchy sheet. (Online, skeleton pants measured approximately 93 inches long, which seemed really long—that’s almost eight feet of pants! But this was my first skeleton makeover, so I trusted the dimensions given.) If the pants were too big, I could cut them on site. They looked like they would be too large even for Shaquille O’Neal. I love Shaq. He is a giant at 7’1”, and he also has a big heart. Shaq often does kind things for kids and people who need help. 

Progress shot.

View from a six-foot ladder. 

How cute is he?

It turned out, the pants were not too big—they could have been longer! But we will get to that soon. I dyed half of the pants with green fabric dye that was left over from a past project. Tie dye is fun, and it felt like a fitting look for a guy whose name is “Festive.”

Once I finished painting and decorating, I cut the back of the shirt and pants, and attached ties made from left-over fabric. Frankie’s pants easily could have been another foot longer, but since this is San Diego, he won’t get too cold. This project did not cost anything to make, as I had all the supplies at home already, and it felt extra satisfying to create a lot of impact for free. 

Today was Dress Up Day, and I got to meet Franklin’s parents. They were friendly and fun and delighted that I wanted to do a giant makeover on Franklin. I was delighted that they wanted me to. Ares helped me dress Frankie, and held the ladder. If you dress a twelve-foot skeleton, bring a trusty person to hold the ladder. Also bring safety pins and clamps, just in case.

Franklin's green belt was supposed to be a headband, but I could not get high enough to fasten it, so we made it into a belt. Voila!

This was an enjoyable project for me. A bit of a challenge, but manageable. Sometimes you just need to do something that is a happiness-booster. Potentially, I can boost a lot of people’s happiness—not just mine. Anyone driving by will notice that Franklin is starting 2026 off with a festive look. If I can add a little joy to someone’s day, I’m glad to do it!

Making people smile or laugh has been one of my favorite things to do—for decades. As a teenager I did this through theater, and as an adult, I’ve tried to bring cheer to people through my art. I have been a teacher for more than eight years, and it’s been a pleasure to cheer on my students, and to give encouragement—a kind word, a smile, a high five.

So, from Festive Franklin and Sassy Sarah, Happy New Year. I will keep bringing some sparkle to my corner of the world, and so will Frankie…

Is there a project you undertook, simply because it sounded fun? Share in the comments below. Also, please send this to a friend or two. It would be fun to see how many people Franklin can cheer up. In my next post, I will let you know how many people we reached.

Til then, keep shining!