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Talking not Doing

A desiccated corpse

There actually is a picture of said corpse below the fold. You have been warned.

This post should probably have been called ‘uses for that engineering degree part ii’, but a bit of mummification is better click bait.

So in real life we are getting a new shed type object for the garden. Which will involve a lots of doing now the talking part has taken place. Read the rest of this entry »

Orange

Last week I talked about beach and river stones. In south east England there are probably more stones underground than on the surface. Woolwich and Reading Beds are found through out the london area and when you dig them up they’re orange.

mostly when you study rock types or semiprecious stones you get every other colour than orange. Orange is a boring colour for rocks. Or maybe I should saying ochre rather, than lets say tangerine. The ochres are a group of iron oxides which are widely used as pigments. So pebbles can be orange because the ground water is full of iron or because they are full of iron themselves.

Last summer i started this pebble making journey by buying lots of orange paper. (They were on sale.) Orange isn’t anyway near my favourite colour so I felt free to do all sorts of experiments.

Now I want to do something with these coloured papers.

The immediately available selection of orange pebbles. Some of these are just wrong (why did I use blue ink?) some have potential

The immediately available selection of orange pebbles. Some of these are just wrong (why did I use blue ink?) some have potential

now the weather is warmer I can get back into the studio. here i'm adding some golden ochre or sepia to various pebbles to improve their appearance

now the weather is warmer I can get back into the studio. here i’m adding some golden ochre or sepia to various pebbles to improve their appearance

And here is a draft of another large canvas (100 x 30). There will probably be lots of movement in the little pebbles before the thing is finally settled.

Not sure of the name yet… procession / company??

Not sure of the name yet… procession / company??

As well as bleaching some more (new) coloured papers I’ve also finished (re-done) the little pebble arrangements from December. I’ve replace the background with something simpler and adjusted some of the compositions. Now all I have to do is frame them

IMG_0844 IMG_0845 IMG_0843 IMG_0842 IMG_0850Well anyway that’s all for now

MER

Some thoughts on stones

The last couple of weeks between loom band necklaces and (scheduled) head colds I’ve been thinking about rocks.

Most of what happens to rocks occurs in the dark, underground. When I look at them on the surface, either as outcrops or as little stones that have broken off and rolled around, I try to imagine what happened to give them their appearance.

It’s not easy.
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Ichnofacies, Geodes and Vugs

On the beach at Whitstable I found some tiny pebbles, full of holes. I’d been making holes in my poor bleached papers so I went back to my sketch books to see what other holes I had observed. You can define holes in stones in a number of different ways – Ichnofacies  Geodes and  Vugs are just a start.

Here’s a selection of holes and ideas of holes.

MER

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Necklaces

Last week we went to see Thea Porter exhibition at the Fashion and Textile Museum in Bermondsey.

In the shop were necklaces made from loom bands. They were pretty basic, just loads of loom bands shoved on to a cord. I thought I could do much better.

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A finished Piece

"Walk" 30 x 100 cm mixed media

“Walk”
30 x 100 cm
mixed media

So I’ve had actually managed to finish something to my satisfaction. It didn’t turn out quite as I imagined, but then I was trying to recreate an impression rather than something I saw. Read the rest of this entry »

Is realism necessary – part ii

Is realism necessary? – part i

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My Dad’s Chair

Yesterday I was thinking about stuff, and how it passes though your life. When we were little my Dad always sat in a bent wood arm chair at the table. When he died my brother had the chair. I would recognise it anywhere: the colour, the grain on the seating. When I tried to draw it though I wasn’t sure of its geometry. What was the back like? How many legs? Legs?

Here’s a drawing.

This is not a chair

This is not a chair

Then I realised that yesterday Dad would have been been 72
Happy Birthday Dad.

MER

Charlie’s Arm

On friday we went to Cambridge, to the Fitzwilliam, to see Silent Partners: Artist & Mannequin from Function to Fetish.

 

I grew up with our own lay figure. He’s always been a rather silent remote figure, about 1/3 life size. A long time ago someone broke Charlie’s Elbow. Ever since he’s cradled it on his lap. He was rescued from a life of target practice.

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I did another drawing after this one. A kind of g*d finger Sistine Chapel style, but it didn’t come out as well. I think I straightened it out too much. Or maybe I was getting tired.

This drawing from life is a challenge.

All the best

MER

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