Marjorie Rose was my grandmother
an amazing woman who passed on her gift of creativity to me. Shoe no.8 is dedicated to her memory. Handmade in paper and tissue printed with images of my grandmother as a young child. Have so many happy memories of her, a fantastic cook, made absoloutely everything from her clothes to summer and winter soft furnishings. Made clothes for me as a child and always an identical dress or coat for my doll. Wedding dresses, wedding cakes, christmas cakes and puddings, christmas crackers, tree decorations, surreal savoury birthday parties for me to curried eggs and pineapple upside down cake. She was a treasure, died back in 1987 and buried locally.
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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…………..
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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Colour, working with colour I find difficult in a paper context……….. to me white on white is magical, ethereal, ghost like. Its simple but has great strength, its architectural, its my choice for paper work, feels more structural, captures the essence and feels like a design and not just decoration.
However I thought I would try colour and try crepe paper…………… I enjoyed cutting and crimping, progressing from the photocopy paper prototype of last week. However, it feels frivolous, decorative, like icing a cake and not the same as working in white
What does this mean? its something very powerful, brings up many emotions, something I want to explore over the coming weeks.
Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart: William Wordsworth
My paper journey swept me off my feet today, literally………… shoes, delicate, fragile, made of paper. My first attempt, these are just first prototypes and excited about making more……………. as I make them I sit patiently, cutting and crimping, folding and shaping, watching my vision become reality. Its amazing, from a flat piece of white photocopy paper, some love and vision, and hey presto a fairy tale shoe fit for a princess.
At last………………… two hundred flowers, 3 trees and over 600 butterflies are now boxed in perspex display cases and ready to be packed in bubble wrap for their 250 mile trip north!!!!!!! Next photos they will be in situ!! I cannot begin to express how much joy this project has given me.
Ready for packing 3 on Flickr – Photo Sharing!.
abundance, I love that word it conjures up so much in my mind………… picture no 3, the tree is now in the fullness of its green summer coat and the fruits of the pollinated flowers are beginning to grow. Mother earth is working hard now and is in full flow……..
this is no 2 in the series, when the day light lengthens and mother awakens from slumber, slowly new life begins its upward journey from the darkness, shoots burst through the soil and buds burst open upon the tree, like white frothy lace adorning the the branches,
since my previous posting I have been hard at it with scalpel, my new scissors and reams of paper !………………….. this one is the first in series of 4 trees, all reflecting the cycles of life. This first one is the winter, when mother earth rests in deepest slumber. The day light hours are short while she takes stock and replenishes herself in readiness for the vigours of spring.