Thursday, 30 October 2008
Lilydale, scanned photo treated with sandpaper. Something ghostly, something fragile? A faded memory or lost family story. I'd like to explore this further, I like the effect but as with the rest it needs more development.
Today winter has gone again, and Autumn has returned, I've had a lovely long golden morning, full of peat smoke, crisp leaves, books and coffee, light grey rain and knitted scarfs. ooooh Halloween!!!
Wednesday, 29 October 2008
And there she stood, by the mosses, her hair turning green in that deep summer rain...
This is the moss locket and narrative from earlier in the term, I wanted some sense of decay or neglect to it. An abandoned or lost object, or something beautiful with a secret. That secret hidden a year too long...
It needs more development, I've planted moss in one of my fragile white tea cups, the green just creeping onto the saucer, that change in the leaves perhaps? Delicate tea spoons tied with white lace, some feeling of normal among the strange.
I've also left one of those tea cups outside, we'll see what the winter does to it, a change, destruction, decay beyond my control...
This is another experimental set up, the same narrative as above, on the plinth and moss planted in the glass urn. Again it needs development but I want to move on from just images, I need something more tactile... To create an interplay between the image, text and object.
I wish I had buried something in the soil, so it was just visible against the glass, the locket or a piece of bone perhaps. I'll create that "bone jar" within the next few days, perhaps in something more domestic, a jam jar maybe.
I want to create something beautiful but a little unsettling with this narrative. It is turning more than a little dark, but at the moment I'm ok with that.
I'd like to experiment with one of the glass cases we have in college, create a museum set up with this work, I'll just see where it takes me...
"snow! Wonderful Snow! Don't you wish you could roll about in it like dogs?!" -Jo March, Little Women.
Its snowing! Yesterday morning I woke up and my world was painted white. Its surreal it melts to reveal orange and gold autumn leaves. I've always loved snow, its like a pause, like catching your breath or a blank page in a new notebook, and then its gone... close your eyes, breath deep and life moves on.
This is part of an inspiration line for the Twelve Wild Geese project, Aran knits and woven bog cotton. In college I am currently printing the Fairy Tale, My fairy Tale, onto the wall, letter by letter, with tiny stamps and ink. Its taking a long time but I love it, I'm surrounded by words and ink, getting lost...
Today I love toast and jam, knitted jumpers and Autumn snow. Today the woman I am has ink on her fingers, stars by her veins and frost in her hair. Her house smells like ice and peat smoke and it feels strangely like home.
Sunday, 5 October 2008
Light on the sills like torn lace,
Pale bone china, wearing thin,
And time flitting through the windows,
Dark green and deep...
I really do love how the Polaroid ages each image, and softens the world into a vague beauty.
I'm working on The Oracle narrative, I feel as if it has become stagnant, I don't know where I'm taking it... I have ideas I want to work with, tangible objects, but as for the narrative, it hasn't moved on...