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.

Art
Pad

With Katherine Olenic
In-person
Sep 13, 20, 27, Oct 4, 18, 25
Mondays 4:00-5:30pm

Watercolour
Exploration

With Soma Karmaker
In-person
Oct 4, 11, 18, 25
Mondays 6:00-7:00pm

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Mixed Media

With Kenzie Whittalr
In-person
Oct 5, 12, 19, 26
Tuesdays 4:00-5:00pm

Autumn
Acrylics

With Kenzie Whittal
In-person
Oct 7, 14, 21, 28
Thursdays 4:00-6:00pm

Skeleton
Workshop

With Kenzie Whittal
In-person
Saturday October 30
9:30-11:30am

Wacky Witchy
Legs Workshop

With Kenzie Whittal
In-person
Saturday October 30
1:00-3:00 PM

Comic
Club

With Katherine Olenic
In-person
Nov 1, 8, 15, 22, 29, Dec 6
Mondays 4:00-5:30 pm

Holiday
Cards

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

Magical Mythical
Creatures

With Katherine Olenic
In-person
Nov 6, 13, 20, 27, Dec 4, 11
Saturdays 10:30-12:30

Santa's
Gingerbread

With Kenzie Whittal
In-person
Nov 30, Dec 7, 14, 21
Tuesdays 4:00-6:00 PM

Santa's
Reindeer

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

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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.