HOMER'S STAY AT HOME CAMP

As a charitable organization, we generate most of our funds from our art programs such as March Break Camps and Summer Art Camps. If you would like to DONATE we would greatly appreciate your support.

Art is a way to express yourself, have fun and connect with others. Now more than ever we see the benefits of practicing and enjoying art. That’s why we’ve created a 30 Day Art Challenge to keep the creativity flowing during this difficult time. Each day we will be posting a new theme on Facebook & Instagram to inspire you. Whether you like to draw, paint, sculpt, photograph or do a little bit of everything, these open ended prompts are for everyone! We love to see what our community is creating so don’t forgot to tag us and use the hashtag #createfromadistance.

  • April 1 – Funny
  • April 2 – Off handed
  • April 3 – Rainbow
  • April 4 – Window
  • April 5 – Plants
  • April 6 – Famous
  • April 7 – Health
  • April 8 – Rush
  • April 9 – Food
  • April 10 – Sibling
  • April 11 – Pet
  • April 12 – Easter
  • April 13 – Chocolate
  • April 14 – Reflection
  • April 15 – Recreate
  • April 16 – Selfie
  • April 17 – Abstract
  • April 18 – Monochrome
  • April 19 – Identity
  • April 20 – Reverse
  • April 21 – Pari
  • April 22 – Earth
  • April 23 – Book
  • April 24 – Balance
  • April 25 – Spread
  • April 26 – Dot
  • April 27 – Grafitti
  • April 28 – Perspective
  • April 29 – BIG
  • April 30 – Favourite
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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.