another creature comes to life, no.5

This is a strange journey for me because I am totally drawn in creating these adorable figures, just finished one and straight on to the next and have so many drawings and ideas for future creatures.  However, as I am creating them I am constantly asking myself, why am I doing this? what is the reason behind making what is essentially a doll.  They enchant me, each has a personality and a soul that didn’t exist before I started making them, but as the eyes are created something pulls me in and really touches me emotionally.    Is each one displaying a facet of me?  Painting, sketching and creating on paper  and with paper has always been my passion, so to find myself manifesting in this way is a complete surprise and in some way makes me feel somewhat uncomfortable, in fact some days it is so strong that I am telling myself to go back to painting, but I just cannot pull myself away.  This particular creative path right now will have a gift in it somewhere for sure, I must be doing this for a reason, so for now I shall just sit back and watch it all unfold and see where this journey takes me.

This particular doll is cloth, its arms and legs are jointed and his head is needle felted  from Welsh hill’s sheep wool.  The clothes are all hand stitched and hand knitted with vintage and found fabrics and hand dyed wool yarn.  It was a joy to make,  seeing it come to life in my hands was quite magical as it was if my little   Persian cats Lilly and Ferdy had been reincarnated.  Ferdy was a chinchilla and Lily Sealpoint,   Long gone now though, I miss them.

 

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now with ears!!

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feeling free

 

Another large project (day job)  has at last come to fruition and with that comes the release of feeling I can breathe again, no pressure……..  and even closer to  my goal of giving it all up for good.

today in my studio I tried out mono printing for the first time.    What a great way to work, I love it and cannot wait to get back down there again today.  Experimenting with inks, acrylics, alcohol, cutting stencils and the excitement of pulling the print, revealing such unexpected results.  I am ,looking out for some good printmaking weekend courses, if anyone knows of any please let me know.

I am also working on a large piece, acrylic underpainting and now layering in oils.  Intertwined shapes, at first large and as each subsequent layer they are becoming smaller and more defined, colours changing all the time.  Sometimes clashing  and full of vigour, sometimes much quieter and more sombre.  Almost like a weather gauge of emotions.   A journey I am enjoying

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Woolf works

img_6476I 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.

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Crystal Ball – a glimpse into my world

All back on track now, so much going on of late, so many distractions and also a lot of time to think.  Travels to Chartres Cathedral and Brittany, Torn ligament in knee, laptop died.  So drugged up with pain meds one weekend it just drifted by in a sleep haze.  This weekend much better, loads of rest which my knee needs and a dash of creative inspiration, time to write ( writing a fairy story), time to read “The mysteries and Chartres”, time to just be and time to be a little creative.

Have been very  Inspired by my son’s creations , he is soon exhibiting in a London art fair and have been watching his pieces coming together, very inspiring, so much so it spurred me to interpret something my way.

Here is the result, a glimpse into my world……..  I get lost in there sometimes, so much goes on inside, like a magical mystery tour.  Sometimes I wonder when people peer in if they see clearly, does my glass bubble, my  crystal ball  that I call home need polishing and cleaning m0re regularly so people can gain a better understanding of who I am ?…….  then I stop thinking, this is the best time of all, because nothing exists really, only that which my thoughts conjure up.  I know my thought process depends on which lenses I wear in my metaphorical glasses, sometimes they are clear and bright and everything is, sunny, hopeful, joyous and full of wonder, sometimes the old lenses in the back of the box gets inserted and the view is not so good and thoughts  can plummet, its then that I remember they are only an old viewpoint and I can take them out and be left with no thoughts, just taking every moment as it comes and watch life unfold, watch as it ebbs and flows and have this inner knowingness that everything in life is just as it should be, even when, as my inner world shows there are serpents and ravens, flowers and rabbits, butterflies and tortoises………………

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Ballet Russe

Thanks Mr Bowery, it was because of you I came across this image, I thought it was a costume of yours, but then I read it was in fact a costume for the Ballet Russe designed back in 1935 !

Leon Bakst drawings I have always admired, and recently when I watched the Chanel / Stravinsky story my interest in the Ballet Russe became more prominent in my life again. I find the colours so inspiring.   Diaghilev was a very clever man, he put together composers and artists the most avant-garde of their time, Braque, Stravinsky, Chanel, Picasso, Matisse and Nijinsky the famous dancer and produced the most inspiring and challenging ballets.  He was not at all afraid to break with convention and his passion paid off, however at his death it limped along but was never the same again.

The boldness, the colours, the loose shapes, ballet costumes had never been seen like this before.  I just love them, the colours sing out, I so would love to have been around to see their opening nights, especially THE RITES OF SPRING, apparently this caused a riot and they had to close down the theatre!!  It’s hard to believe that now, but here is a collection of some the hundreds of costumes that were designed and made especially for each ballet.

Could they be transformed into paper sculptures, could the colour combinations be transformed into my design work and paintings, somehow they will have an influence, my creative mind is like a sponge, its absorbs everything around me so that one day it will be expressed in some form again as I continue along this creative path

Mmmm bed

Its been a long while since I posted, been away and been very preoccupied with a new project at work

However, right now Bed beckons, not for sleep but for reading, writing, making notes, sketches.  This is the hub of lot of activity on the creative front, its the place where I think, where my ideas come to me and and get recorded for use in futher projects.

Its also a place of great comfort, a nurturing space to get into at the end of the day…………..  tomorrow is a new week, how exciting.

Inspiration came to me this morning in many forms

wow I came across a link to an exhibition called FASHIONING FELT at the Cooper-Hewitt National Design Museum in New York.  The beautiful textural image on the flyer I found out was created by Claudy Jongstra and was actually a huge wall mounted piece  for a public library in Amsterdam.  How amazing is that !!  so inspiring, her work really moves me and from my one small piece of felt I feel really moved to scale up, be experimental and felt, felt, felt.     i can feel this is going to keep me occupied and find ways to be creative and install large pieces into my interior projects………….

Something about Claudy’s whole ethos of felt making and dying, she even has her own flock of rare breed sheep and an herb and plant garden for experimental work with dying, using Weld for beautiful shades of yellow and Madder for rich earthy reds.  Such an inspiration to me this sunny morning……

symbiotic relationships – Nureyev and Fontaine

yesterday I posted an image of one of the most powerfully beautiful images of the male form.  It belonged to Nureyev.  What took me along that path was researhing old leather panelling.  One of Nureyev’s numerous homes had a room lined out in it, very sumptous interior, exotic, lavish, just like him.  i read his autobiography a couple of years ago, what a man………..

I also came across a docudrama advertised and watched it on iplayer, the relationship between himself and Margot Fonteyn.  Their presence was electric, their passionate romance was clear to see in their dance, their symbiotic moves, like their relationship was as enriching for them as it was to everyone who watched them.   His raw passion, his exotic background, his youth, his strength and determination fired her with a renewed vigour for her dance at a time when she was just about to retire.  Nureyev said about her “At the end of Lac des Cygnes when she left the stage in her great white tutu I would have followed her to the end of the world” and he did.   Margot, twenty years older and already married, their physical relationship eventually struggled and came to an end when margot made the decision to retire and nurse her then invalid husband at their Panama farm. They danced again one more time after this in 1989, when she was 69 and Nureyev 54.  There emotional symbiosis lasted until  she died of cancer at the the age of 72 in 1991.

Nureyev continued to be a  legend in his own lifetime, his tempestous, lavish lifestyle, his amazing vitality and fame continued.  However in the 80’s this began to wain, displeasing audiences with his less than perfect performances.  Aids had probably began to take its toll, he denied it though and wouldn’t admit to having it right up to his death at the age of 56 in 1993 , 2 years after Margot’s death.  Knowing how they lived for each other, no decisions were made without each others approval, he talked to her weekly, paid her medical bills, visited her in Panama,  did he give up his fight for life after her death, could he no longer survive without her?   I wonder?

If you go down to the woods today ……. dream

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“The greatest achievement was at first, and for a time a dream.  The oak sleeps in the acorn, the bird waits in the egg, and in the highest vision of the soul a waking angel stirs. Dreams are the seedlings of realities”

James Allen (statesman)

so when you go for a walk in this deep dark woods of the soul, listen………… underfoot things are stirring.

I took creative inspiration from the quote and created this image.  Its layered from photographs I have taken in nature, ferns unfurling, grasses swaying, teasels drying in the hot sun and sketches that I drew from my own souls journey .

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