CHILDREN'S PROGRAMS


Homeschool

Students will learn and apply the elements and principles of design as they explore a different concept, medium or artist each class. Students will enjoy drawing, painting, sculpting and more with trained artist instructors.

PA Day
Camp

Homer Watson House and Gallery camps are designed to challenge and develop the skill sets of artists ages 5 to 12. Each day is a new artistic adventure and may include painting, drawing, printmaking, sculpting and more.

Winter
Camp

Winter Holiday camps are a place for artists to explore making and learning by giving them a chance to create masterpieces with professional art supplies, have fun and get messy.
For ages 5-12.

Winter Programs

Santa's
Reindeer

With Kenzie Whittal
In-person
Dec 2, 9, 16, 23
Thursdays 4:00-6:00 PM

Drawing
Magical People

with Katherine Olenic
In Person
Mondays 4:00-6:00 PM
Jan 10,17, 24, 31 Feb 7,14

Magical
Environments

with Katherine Olenic
In Person
Tuesdays 4:15-6:15 PM
Jan 11, 18, 25 Feb 1, 8, 15

Creature
Creation

with Katherine Olenic
In Person
Thursdays 4:00-6:00 PM
Jan 13, 20, 27 Feb 3, 10, 17

Sewing and
Embroidery

with Katherine Olenic
In Person
Fridays 4:15-6:15 PM
Jan 14, 21, 28 Feb 4, 11, 18

Kids
Creative Corner

with Katherine Olenic
InPerson
Saturdays 10:30 AM - 12:30 PM
Jan 15, 29 Feb 5, 12, 19 Mar 5

Comic
Club

with Katherine
In Person
Tuesday 4:15-6:15PM
Feb 22, Mar1, 8, 15, 22, 29

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The Loch Doon area was memorialized in celebrated Scottish poet, Robert Burns piece “Ye banks and braes O’ bonnie Doon”

Ye banks and braes o’ bonny Doon,
How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?
How can ye chant, ye little birds,
And I sae weary fu’ o’ care?
Thou’lt break my heart, thou warbling bird,
That wantons thro’ the flowering thorn:
Thou minds me o’ departed joys,
Departed, never to return.

Aft hae I rov’d by bonnie Doon,
To see the rose and woodbine twine;
And ilka bird sang o’ its love,
And fondly sae did I o’ mine.
Wi’ lightsome heart I pu’d a rose,
Fu’ sweet upon its thorny tree;
And my fause lover stole my rose,
But, ah! he left the thorn wi’ me.