Well todays effort was extremely testing of my patience………. managed to make a heel, not as graceful as I would like but it looks good. Shoe is made of hand printed tissue paper from my own toile erotique collection, black paper, together with its own coat of arms……………. What am I going to do with them, any ideas! these are meant to be just trials, but they are becoming very detailed and have a life all of their own…………..
a beautiful sunny day spent in the sussex countryside with my daughter Kirsty. A creative day spent painting birdcages!! for another IDC project, lunch with home grown veg, french beans, courgettes and sunshine yellow and deep red cherry tomatoes, yummy. Then of for a long walk over the fields, back through the churchyard in time for tea. Another happy memory to store away!!
lunch on Flickr – Photo Sharing!.
Toile d’erotique, blue repeating pattern, shoe ruffles, paper dress, paper scultpture, rows and rows and rows. one image repeated back to back and then flipped vertically to form this geometric pattern. I love the way the initial image take on a totally differentt meaning.
this detail shows how the four images are repeated to form this lozenge shape
red toile, black shoes, red toile dress, red, blood, engorged, emphatic, enlivened. my version of toile in carolean red!
see HERE made into a shoe, handmade in paper and printed tissue paper
Red preserved petals, toile, intamacy, unfurling, sensitivity, fragile, vulnerable. All handmade in paper, shoe lining taken from 18th century erotic etchings to make my own toile, preserved flower petals. Gold dresdon paper edging
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look will easily unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose
my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing
(i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens;
only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands
Todays shoe was inspired by dear friend Analu in Rio. Her Dada workshop produced so many colourful images on flickr that when I started working with crepe paper I just had to dedicate this shoe to her. THANKYOU ANALU!!
I cut strips of crepe paper and “twirled ” into long spirals, then glued them onto the shoe upper shape. After finalising the pattern I then completed glueing the upper to the sole……….. Cannot wait to produce shoe no.6 … what to do with them all I ask myself
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