day 6 many days late

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

this is today’s 30 minutes of creativity

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from beach stones to birds eggs

This last week has been one of  complete rest, enforced yes ! but nonetheless I think the creative exhaustion I experience at times had beaten me this time, went down with the virus everybody had been experiencing in the office (thought I had escaped as usual) and the universe demanded NO MORE…….  to be honest it kind of bought some perspective back into my life.  The big questions swirled around, came to prominence and as quickly as it arose, it melted away into the mist as I tossed and turned with a tortuous fever……….

One of the big questions is about retiring, finding the balance, pensions, where do I live out my last years……….  An old friend of mine he left these shores long ago for Australia is just off to Bali to spend his remaining years, what an adventure!  Do I want to keep working? yes 1, because of financial concerns but beginning to realise this is not so important and 2, just love designing interiors and cannot imagine not doing this, do I want to be full on creating personally?  need to find a balance.  Could I leave my children ? difficult,   round and round I go.  What has been a great help here is writing my memoirs, this is not being written with the aim of publication but it is about letting my children know where I came from, what I experienced and what moulded me into who I have become………..  Now it all seems like a story book, a modern-day fairy story travelling though  each tarot card, following the heroes journey and the all the wrong turnings and teachings on the way.  Started several weeks ago in an attempt to make sense of things. So many projects on the go at the moment, and now I have committed to another, in my old favourite “paper”, watch this space.

So you may think, where do the the beach stones come in, well I see these as real earth objects, very grounding.  I am always being told I am a very earthy person, and born at a time when the sun was getting ready to leave Capricorn, I have one foot firmly planted on the earth , hence drawn to adorn (my usually unadorned self) with artefacts from ancient rocks !  As fast as being drawn to them and feeling the weight of the world around my neck I wanted freedom.  As always the inner conflict of wanting stability but as soon as I have it I want to fly off, try something new, be light and totally free….. so came the need for some thing new, new beginnings, seeds, eggs, the birth of creation, and birds eggs seemed to hold that promise…………………  as always made of polymer clay, alcohol inks, enthusiasm, patience and practice.

 

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A new year to remember – 2015

Or should I be saying a new year of memories.  Yes, memories, lots of them, at my age there are many of new years past.  Spectacular feasts, balloons tumbling from the ceiling, cruising down the Nile, many many parties, both at home, abroad and at friends.  A lot of “expectations” never met, missed bell chimes, to much drink to remember seeing the New Year in, crawling home in the freezing snow across the common, apologising to babysitters for being late home, and in the early years having to get up for work the next day.  New Years Day has not always been a bank holiday would you believe.

This year I shall be sitting by the fire, enjoying my own company and sipping damson vodka

I have always found this time of year inspiring, starting a new clean page tomorrow, its really exciting and tonight will be thinking of what it is I would like, not only for myself but something that I can do that will enrich the lives of others………….  I became totally overwhelmed with a feeling of helplessness in 2015, but this year I understand I cannot change the entire world, but I can stretch out to mend the part of the world that is within my reach………Of this I shall ponder

One of my resolutions and there are a few at the moment is to keep an Art Diary, I already write on a near daily basis, but this year I thought I would sketch too.  Just lately mind is in overdrive, it will not let me rest properly, these past days have seen my create so many things……………

Here is small collection of things that I have made and items that have inspired me whilst on my christmas break

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE

An Assemblagist – Joseph Cornell at the Royal Academy

 

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After a long meeting today in London, I strolled down to the Royal Academy to see an exhibition  by a man who has intrigued me for a long time.   A collection from his lifetimes work, meticullously assembling series upon series of beguiling and enchanting boxes.  Boxes filled with a lifetimes worth of dreams and yearnings of a magical world.  His name JOSEPH CORNELL 1903-1972

A man who never left his country of birth, spending most of his life in the Bronx looking after his ailing mother and brother, working as a textile salesman during the day and spending his nights engrossed in his abundant  collections of ephemera, found objects, letters, old books in fact anything that would help him create these masterpieces in such detail,,,,,,,,,,, Constantly searching in dimes stores, sorting and cutting and preparing all the pieces, almost like he was “assembling” his life in boxes without actually having to live it himself.

I also read he invented  people and collected artifacts, letters, photographs to support their imaginery lives.  Each person would be stored in a manilla envelope in readiness for the day when it was there turn to be boxed.

 

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