Thursday, July 25, 2013
What could be better than spending the morning edging a beautiful garden, midday the time to record light on a table, followed by a walk to the end of the island and back under the ripple of a hundred flags with my niece, Molly? Peter Lloyd Jones http://www.peterlloyd-jones.co.uk (who I happened upon painting the activity around the church) agreed with me that Cranberry Island is paradise.
Wednesday, July 24, 2013
|Pastel on paper 10.5 X 7.5"|
|Fused plastic 6.75 x 6.75"|
|acrylic on cardboard with fused plastic stitching 6X8"|
An addition to Maine Time
Boat engines rumble
We leave footprints
across the lawn
Tuesday, July 23, 2013
Getting accustomed to Maine time happens on a number of levels. There is the physical shift from Greenwich Meantime to Eastern Standard Time; there is the totally open-endedness of time that five weeks brings; but also, time is never really your own when you are with lots of people you love. I am thinking that I will make a new book for Cheryl Penn's project http://cherylpenn.com/wpb/ an Encyclopaedia of Everything entitled Maine Time - my last book to Cheryl was about tree time http://cherylpenn.com/wpb/?p=2178
Maine always seems to be a fertile place for me, so many memories, associations and a landscape of endless inspiration. On the first morning as I 'came too' in the light of the barn, far too early but what was my morning...
Daybreak swim through night-tide
diamond barn ends
The sound of unfamiliar gulls
I was talking to Susan Landor Keegin http://susanlandorkeegin.blogspot.com last night about how one can't really plan what inspires and how that can result in a 'messy' (conflicted) range of images that don't seem to go together. It's no surprise I began with figurative pastels and abstract fused plastic.
|View from Barn Window -pastel on paper 7.5 X 10"|
|Maine landscape 2013 (1) -fused plastic 7.5 X 5.5|
|Maine landscape 2013 (2) fused plastic 5 X 4.5|
Wednesday, July 10, 2013
In this house newly discovered plastic provides speculation, discovery and sometimes new ideas. We've had a few barbecues lately (the weather is amazing at the moment) and with a different range of food comes different packaging, different plastic. I also thought to use bag seams. While we've enjoyed the summer evenings , I've had even less time with my iron, my paints, my glue stick. In one stolen evening I tested a few new plastics and incorporated the paste papers I have been making.
The interplay between images and words, always there for me, came out differently here.
A day without clouds
A day without clouds in the rearview mirror.
Some after image of museum trays,
lost objects catching light through dust.
I turn the mirror slowly refracting the angle
to configure a hedge, pond repetitions,
embers burning their opaque blue.
The whole androgyny of twilight or morn
dappled in moons. And then
a bird raises its newspaper wings and sings.
Fusepo story 1
10th July, 2013