Nitkography for kids


Krutenkova Alena Dmitrievna, teacher of additional education, MBOU DOD "House of Children's Creativity" p. Molchanovo, Tomsk region

Dear colleagues, I bring to your attention the material where you can get acquainted with a powerful and unjustifiably forgotten tool in the visual means of the artist - "nitkography". The word "nitkography" consists of two words: thread and graphics(from “grafo” - “I write”) - a type of fine art that uses lines, strokes as the main visual means ... That is, it turns out, “I write with a thread” or, more simply, “I draw with a thread”.
The main task of the artist - nitkografist: find in the loops and hooks left by the thread on the sheet, images that can be recognized and used in drawings.

the main objective such classes: creating conditions for the experimental activity of the child in the field of mastering the imagery and symbolism of color.
Tasks:
- to teach children to turn to their experience, analyze their feelings, create new meanings and forms;
- to develop the creative potential of children: fantasy and imaginative thinking;
- to instill artistic skills and aesthetic taste.

Form of organization of activity: individually practical.

The lesson is aimed at an audience of 5 years and above, with no age limit.

To engage in nitkography, we need a large amount of Her Majesty Your Fantasy. What is a fantasy? The generous and brilliant storyteller Viktor Yuzefovich Dragunsky will help us figure this out.

Fantasy

I am a sky climber
I'm climbing the sky
And then from there - time! -
I drop to the ground.
You do not believe? So what...
It's not a lie anyway
And my fantasy.

Her Majesty Fantasy also woke up in my head, and a small poem dedicated to this method of drawing was born.

Threadography

I want to invite you to create masterpieces -
Draw with ordinary thread.
Here is the image of a wolf, a cat or a lion,
Or maybe a long-nosed owl here?
The mice rustled from under the thread:
- And where are our elegant capes!
A wonderful bird stood on the wing -
Everything spun, went head over heels ...
And thoughts suddenly stirred,
They poured a wonderful song on the sheets,
They wrote a fairy tale for us,
The needle and thread was glorified.
And they are happy to dance on paper,
Fantasy dashing we would wrap around!

To make Her Majesty Your Fantasy come true, you will need the following: materials and tools: paper, gouache, ink or watercolor, pen, brush, threads of different thicknesses, needle, napkins.


So, to business! The technology for performing "nitkography" is extremely simple.


1. We take a white sheet of paper, A-3 format and fold it in half - this option is acceptable for elementary education, and if you get carried away, you can take 2 sheets that are not fastened together. We collect paint on a thread with a brush: we lower the thread into ink, or paint.
2. Randomly lay the thread with paint in loops and zigzags on a sheet of paper.


3. After the thread moistened with paint is laid, it is covered with a second sheet. Both sheets are pressed tightly against each other by hand, and the thread is pulled out by the end.


It is good to use a thick woolen thread - the pile leaves the most intricate silhouettes on paper.


4. Several colors can be threaded on one sheet. They can be intertwined with each other, or they can be printed separately from each other.


5. To create more interesting images, add a needle, with which we pierce the top sheet in the right place, and pull the thread through the hole.


6. After the thread is drawn, you have two mirror copies with intricate designs that can be further refined later.
Each time two identical drawings are obtained. They can be viewed from any angle...



This is an upside down picture...


The same print gives new images.


If you are observant, you will soon be able to deftly control the thread with the needle.

And now I want to tell you a fairy tale, which I composed with pleasure and tell my students in the classroom.

Extraordinary Journey of Threads and Needles

Little Princess Thread was sitting and bored in her secret corner. She explored all the expanses of her kingdom, learned how to perform simple and complex seams: from basting details to amazing fine satin stitch embroidery. She wanted something new, unusual. Nanny Fingers never allowed even a step to take without them, but she really wanted independence ...
- What are you doing? - the maid Needle violated her solitude.
“Yes, I miss you,” Princess Thread said sadly.
- Listen, let's go on a trip! - Needle suggested cheerfully and joyfully.
“I would love to,” Nitochka sighed, only nurses and nannies are unlikely to let us go. And where will we go if we never know anything except our kingdom, - Thread said even more sadly and almost with despair.
“Just think,” Needle retorted briskly, “travels are necessary in order to study various countries ... Do you remember how the old Count Klubkov told us a fairy tale about the extraordinary country of Izproiziliya.
- Yes, I remember, but how will we get there, to this country of Izbraziliya?
- Stop whining! - Needle interrupted. - Let's go!
She grabbed Thread by the hand and dragged her along.
- Where are you taking me? Let go of my hand and tell me where we are going.
- Where where? Of course, to grandfather Klubko, - Needle answered with a smile and mischief. - What, hasn’t it reached yet?
- And what if he complains about us to the mothers and nannies? - Thread was still talking in a plaintive voice as she walked, barely keeping up with Needle.
- How do you imagine it? - Needle stopped, as if rooted to the spot. - That such an avid traveler as Count Klub ran to complain? Well, I'm begging you! Does he have nothing else to do?
- You're probably right, - Thread answered in a more cheerful voice. - Let go of my hand. I myself will go to Grandfather Klubka with pleasure.
The friends quickly ran along Pugovichkina Street, turned onto Spitsyn Street and ended up on Kluvochkin Street in front of the count's house.
- Oh, what will we say to Grandfather Klubka? – indecision again seized Thread.
Girl, you are so weird. Of course, we will tell him everything as it is. Come on, follow me!
The needle knocked loudly on the count's door.
-Who is there, - a cheerful, slightly hoarse voice was heard.
- Grandfather Count, it's us, Needle and my friend Thread.
- I'm going, I'm going - grandfather answered. “Well, hello, young princesses. How can I help you?
Hello, Grandfather Ball, - as if spellbound, the girls answered in unison. It was their first time in the count's domain, and they liked the garden and its snow-white castle very much. Knitted columns rose above the trees and flowers. A white gazebo, with lace trim, was buried in a blooming apple tree, in all corners, like a multi-colored carpet, there were all kinds of flowers: chic peonies, arrogant daffodils, beautiful roses. Everything was done in the same style, it was immediately clear that real masters had done their best work here.
- Well, what are we talking about - Grandfather Ball asked with a smile.
- We wanted...
- You know what, let's go into the gazebo, and there we will calmly discuss everything.
Grandpa Ball led the girls into the depths of the garden, to a fabulously beautiful gazebo. He rang a knitted bell, and immediately appeared thin, very graceful, his assistant Spitz.
“Dear Spice, please give us tea with honey and strawberry jam,” Grandfather Tangle ordered.
“Right now,” Spitz replied, and immediately appeared with a knitted tray laden with various dishes. She set a small elegant table, which was in the middle of the gazebo, and quietly left.
“Help yourself, beauties,” suggested Grandpa Ball.
- Thank you, - as in a dream, the girls answered in unison. They began to drink tea infused with rose petals and peppermint with strawberry jam.
- So tasty! Thread admired.
- This is a treat! Needle did not hide her delight. - Grandfather Ball, could you take us to the country of Izveziliyu, which you told us about at the festival of dreamers.
- To the country of Image? - Grandfather Ball asked with cunning. - Why do you need to go there?
“We are tired of sitting in our kingdom, we have already studied all the sciences well and decided to go on an exciting journey to learn something new,” Needle blurted out in one breath.
- Travel? This is cool! And what will Mother Pink Bobbin and dear Pincushion have to say about this?
“We are already five years old, and we ourselves can be responsible for our actions,” Thread, who had been silent until now, said with firmness in her voice.
- Well, since you are so mature and independent, then of course, I will take you to the country of paints and brushes. This is not to be in a distant kingdom, and not beyond seven mountains, but here, nearby, in a neighboring kingdom.
- Hooray! the girls shouted in unison. – When will we go there? they asked impatiently.
- Have you finished your tea? asked Grandfather Klubok.
- Yes, thanks a lot! We have never had such amazing tea before.
- Do you want supplements?
“No,” Thread and Needle answered in unison.
- Well, then, you can go right now on the path!
“And what do we need to take with us,” Needle did not let up.
- Good mood and a little imagination, - Grandfather Tangle answered.
- Then go! - Nitochka chirped cheerfully and joyfully.
They left the Sewing Kingdom without any obstacles and five minutes later they were standing at the Main Exhibition Square of the country of Image. From the grace and beauty of the exhibited paintings, Thread and Needle felt unaccustomedly dizzy and breathless. They have never seen so many paintings made in various techniques and genres. And how beautiful and believable were the captured moments! The girls, together with Grandfather Klumochok, moved from one picture to another, admiringly examined various historical subjects, portraits of famous people, picturesque landscapes and animalistic genres.
“Do you want to see one of the workshops where such miracles are created,” Grandfather Ball asked.
“Of course,” the girls clapped their hands. – We will look with pleasure at the birth of paintings.
“Then come here,” said grandfather, and the whole company turned onto Inspiration Street. They went into the nearest workshop and witnessed a dispute between two young ladies of Tassels. One of them was thin as a reed, the other was the complete opposite: a very well-fed and wayward lady.
"Interesting," said the chubby Mousefur. - Why do we need skinny people like you?
- We are very much needed in the country of Image. After all, no worthwhile drawing can be completed without us, thin brushes, retorted the Reed Brush.
- Something I doubt - did not stop plump lady. - Look, what a rich smear, it turns out from under my pile.
She quickly sank into a jar of gouache and ran across the snow-white sheet of paper.
- But I leave a thin, barely visible trace.
And the reed brush left a thin, barely visible mark on the sheet.
- And you can try me too, - Nitochka could not stand it and interrupted their argument.
“Maybe I can do something,” Needle said uncertainly.
Both Tassels instantly fixed their eyes on the strange company.
- Who's squeaking here? Haven't you been taught not to interfere in other people's conversations? they said in unison, as if they hadn't noticed the girls.
- Dear ladies! We arrived from the Sewing Kingdom, - grandfather Ball stood up for his wards. These young talents decided to try their hand at a new field.
- Let them try, - Aunt Gouache stood up for Thread and Needle. “I love it when someone comes up with something new,” and she opened her domain to Thread.
- Wow, - Thread was delighted, and lowered her tail into the Yellow paint. But she was so small and light that she could not sink even three millimeters into gouache.
- Come on, come on, - Brushes began to gloat. Let's see what you can do.
“I myself don’t know what I’m capable of,” Thread almost burst into tears.
“Ladies, it’s actually not proper to greet guests from a neighboring kingdom like that,” a snow-white gallant Sheet of paper stood up for Thread and deftly spread out in front of her. “Come on, girl, don’t be shy.
- Forgive us girl, just when my sister and I start to quarrel, the whole world ceases to exist for us. I'll help you pick up paint, - said Tassel Reed guiltily.
She carefully helped Nitochka to dip up to her shoulders in paint. Soft paint caressed Thread's body, tired from the journey. Thread was happy. She got out of the paint and with pleasure spun on a sheet of paper into an unusual shape, but she didn’t know what to do next.
The snow-white leaf felt sorry for the girl, and he gallantly covered her with his second free half.
- Where are you! - Nurses shouted and with force pulled the thread from under the sheet. - We lost our feet, looking for you, and you are lying here calmly, cooling off - they did not let up.