Saturday, 30 April 2011

Taking a Line for a Walk

Yes, I know we have had a royal wedding, and pretty impressive it was too!
In fact it was hubby who switched on and got into it first,
(but then he is an old romantic);
but it did have a profound simplicity at the heart of the pomp and ceremony
which was captivating.

At the moment,
I am even more than usually resenting anything that impinges
on my creative time though,
and the royal wedding did make a hole in my day!

I've treated myself to Diana Trout's Inner Circle Class
learning to make journal/sketch books on-line,
and it has given my creative energy an instant rejuvenation.This is the first of the papers I painted as a back ground for the journal pages,
and as you can see it was an exercise in just letting go.
So I sloshed, stamped, printed and drew to my heart's content.
After my blitz on the paper was over these two details from the sheets,
above and below, are what intrigued me.
You see, back in the dark ages
when I was taught to form my letters for the first time at four years of age,
it was the practice in schools to make pupils draw certain shapes
over and over again.
We little folk made pages and pages of these marks,
which preceded our first letters and which, I suppose,
were to increase our dexterity with a pen.
Oh yes, we used dip pens, and ink made from powder,
which meant it always formed clumps in the nib, and caused blots and blotches.
I really DO go back a long way!

All these years later I can remember the sheer pleasure it gave me to see the growing patterns,
their interaction with one another,
and what I now know as the negative shapes,
which pleased me as much as the marks.

The echoes of these seminal lines that I see in the painted paper makes me realise how early my love of the line began,
and what a close kinship there is between
fluid penmanship and draughtmanship.

Klee's delightful description of drawing as
"taking a line for a walk,"
resonates deeply.

The lessons looked something like these lines on the left.

Seeing them anew make me wonder if children these days
aren't missing out.

I will try them out with my great grand son,
who at three loves nothing more than to copy and draw
along with me.

Next time I may post some of my pen and ink drawings, and also some of the abstract work where I have still found the line irresistible.

God Bless

P.S Is there anybody out there who remembers the same sort of pre-writing exercises?

Wednesday, 27 April 2011

Pink Satin Memories

I can't decide whether these beauties remind me most of the classical Dutch still life paintings on display in the Rijk Museum in Amsterdam,
or the rustling folds of the Carnival costumes hanging in the little shops in Venice, where the richness of the fabrics vie with eeriness of the masks.

Whichever it is their loveliness has an antique charm that transports me to another time and place.

God Bless

Wednesday, 20 April 2011

Still "Wasting Time" -With My Camera

Rescued some more flowers from the garden.
This time after the mower had done it's stuff,
so these are the bits that got the snip as the blades skimmed the borders.
Just stuck them in the nearest thing to hand which was
a small blue bottle.

This a.m. I noticed
how beautiful the light
was coming through the blue glass
and shot off a few macro shots.

The colours were so varied.

These abs
tract images are
some of the bits of edit;
merely cropping,
simply done with my camera software.
I don't have Photoshop alas.

Still I think they are surprising don't you?
The colours are not heightened and it's the strip of violet that is at the base of the bottle
that amazes me most.

What wonders light shining through something can do!

God Bless

P.S. The anomalies in the print sizes are due to the automatic publisher being on the blink!

Tuesday, 19 April 2011

Learning How to feel Easy "Wasting Time"

It's an astonishing spring morning here!
Warm and sunny so hubby has got the mower out and set about cutting the grass.

Of course I have to rush out and move before
he can get to the precious little violets, daisies, and cowslips,
and they fall victim to the on-coming blades.
( You can see why I say "grass" and not "lawn",
'cos no self respecting gardener would call our beloved strip
of grass, moss, and bits and pieces a lawn).

It's something I've always done,
this gathering up of the little bits of beauty:
whether it be twigs, feathers, stones, shells,... well you get the drift.
Some find their way into assemblages, or paintings.
A lot just sit in my studio, or around the house
and breath their silent beauty to me.

It's something my poor mother did her best to discourage;
along with the avid reading, and constant drawing.
Such a waste of time when there is always so much to be done.

I will soon be seventy, (oh! unbelievable age).
and still I battle to feel at ease wasting time as I do.

It just may be though, that the world needs time wasters
who can, however ineffectually,
hold on to the precious little moments
and tokens of beauty as they come our way.

If you want to be encouraged to hold on to some beauty by
learning to journal what's meaningful to you go to
and be inspired.
It got me blogging again - as well as so much else.
Go see!

God Bless