The intellect wants us to see what we know and understand, but when viewed from the heart, sometimes something altogether happens. Both were of Snowdonia National Park, both pastel sketches and executed really quickly.
Views from Trigonos retreat, Nantlle
This year my new year’s resolution was to start a sketch diary. Sadly this never really materialised, better luck next year, that is all I can say !! Not long now!
Uart 500 sanded paper, with Unison and Terry Ludwig pastels.
My new year resolution of sketching daily is moving along but not quite daily, but while I am away its seems to something I am drawn to. Max Richter’s music has certainly moved something within, long may it last.
I have seen many ballets within this rich tapestry called life, a aficionado of dance, not by any means but the thrill that music and movement can instil is unforgettable. I have seen the proud somewhat arrogant Nureyev bring the audience into a frenzy to the graceful elegance of the long limbed Sylvie Guillem but nothing in all these years has moved me so much as Wayne McGregors’s Woolf Works. Plus it was a live screened performance from The Royal Opera House, sitting in a cinema !
A ballet triptych describes three books, which takes you through life from an ageing perspective, looking back at the vibrant memories of 1920’s England in Mrs Dalloway, to the energetic, fast moving dynamism of youth in Orlando, then finally to death with The Waves. By the end I had been through so many emotions, my heart had been pulled this way and that and at times felt it would leap from my chest. I felt expanded, exhilarated, as if my body had filled the auditorium.
I watched mesmerised as the dancers moved with such grace and ease, their limbs, muscles, tendons showing the strength needed to perform such a strenuous ballet, especially in Orlando. So many avenues of thought and feelings erupted
Then came the rhythmic hypnotic swelling of the waves, not only in the music of Max Richter but the dancers and the compelling back drop of raging foaming seas in in slow motion as you watch and hear life ebbing away. Actress Gillian Anderson reads Virginia Woolf’s suicide letter written to her husband before she drowned herself in the River Ouze, the words so moving in themselves.
I have now listened to this so many times since seeing the ballet, downloaded from the trusty itunes. Its stunning, moving , haunting and magnificent and so much more. This week sees the start of my week in Totnes and this mornings playing produces these quick impromptu sketches and I can see this is going to inspire the senses in many ways as the days,weeks and months roll on.
Finding the pastels somewhat “flat” so experimented with adding some texture. First I covered the offwhite UART grit paper with all shades of red and orange and yellow pastel and painted over with mat gel medium. this created quite a thick covering that showed up all the brush marks. When completely drying painted over the pastels, like the affect. Will continue experimenting on the texture front and build up more layers using acrylic paint as the underpainting.
A glorious day, sun shining brightly illuminating the frozen ground into thousands of jewel like like sparkles, a beautiful and uplifting sight. So what does if feel like to be 68 I asked myself this morning………. I cannot say the number of years moved me or the the fact it was my birthday, only the numbers curvaceous proportions spoke to me. The softness of their form reminded me of the feminine, our great mother, bounteous, voluptuous, abundant, sensuous and giving.
I suspect in numerology these numbers have great significance as there cursive forms suggest, possibly abundance and nurturing come somewhere in the gifts they manifest.
I am still taking time to be creative, but not always with colour and image making. My writing is taking up some days, spending time looking at all the books I have collected over the years and seeing if they still inspire me now. Researching materials and storage for all the pastels, they are such a messy medium, but oh so vibrant
This paper is Sennelier pastel card, doesn’t seem to hold the layers very well. Going to try a 400 course grit UART paper next time, have also ordered a trial pack of all the types from 250 – 800 grit