Sounds a bit corny but this is the coal face for me now. Polarities are where the drama lies: death/rebirth, transient/perminent.Patterns: crystaline, leaves, rust, textiles, materials, reflections, patterns of light.and how to get them- repeated marks, the twisting of my body or the holding of tension and music could help.
A search for a way of realising an idea in paint and allowing the paint to have a will of its own and having the sense to realise that in the nick of time...hopefully. How we decay. Our artefacts, cars, possessions, ideas, ourselves. We come from the earth, and the earth comes from the stars and so do we.
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Friday, 18 February 2011
Sounds a bit corny but this is the coal face for me now. Polarities are where the drama lies: death/rebirth, transient/perminent.Patterns: crystaline, leaves, rust, textiles, materials, reflections, patterns of light.and how to get them- repeated marks, the twisting of my body or the holding of tension and music could help.
Tuesday, 15 February 2011
Cars in a wood: the elements
Leaves: wet decay, carpet/ random, smell of mould. Decay means life.
Metal: sharp, jagged, uncertain, rust/solidity/smell of oil/ the metal core of the earth. We are the stuff that stars are made of.
Paint: peeling, temporary surface
Rubber: lasting, inflatable
Trees: The rhythm of the wood, the cycle of blanketing with falling timber and leaves and beetles, the sound of broken wood under foot.
The Earth: The uncertainty, the pit, the smell
Icon: The Car- needs recognition/ personal link/ The ultimate fragility and can be recognised, just as it sinks back into the earth from whence it came and from where we come from. And the poingnacy of the links that still be imagined. The Temeraire would have had so much human drama caught up in its woodwork.
Metal: sharp, jagged, uncertain, rust/solidity/smell of oil/ the metal core of the earth. We are the stuff that stars are made of.
Paint: peeling, temporary surface
Rubber: lasting, inflatable
Trees: The rhythm of the wood, the cycle of blanketing with falling timber and leaves and beetles, the sound of broken wood under foot.
The Earth: The uncertainty, the pit, the smell
Icon: The Car- needs recognition/ personal link/ The ultimate fragility and can be recognised, just as it sinks back into the earth from whence it came and from where we come from. And the poingnacy of the links that still be imagined. The Temeraire would have had so much human drama caught up in its woodwork.
Monday, 10 January 2011
Serendipidy on a walk
First Seawhite session of 2011
The restatement avoids the original lines. There should be a morris 1000 there somewhere.
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