so far as we can judge, pastel on 'opened book', 40 x 35 cm framed,
This drawing in the book English Wildlife (I found the book in Needham Market car boot sale), was one of a few images I made while thinking about the word 'Borders' with reference to The River Stour. The Colchester Art Society together with Ipswich Art Society is exhibiting at Firstsite, in Colchester. Borders exhibition details
As I was drawing, I thought about a 'walk and draw' I took with Ruth Philo from Flatford, some years ago. Ruth introduced me to Rebecca Solnit. Rebecca Solnit mentions the blue of distance and it was that ‘blue of distance' that Ruth saw in my drawing. I am interested in the place where the horizon extends. I wonder how far it goes, or I can see. For me that border is a border of suspended disbelief, of longing, of hope, of ambiguity.
When I get a book that I think might inspire me, I look at the words at the top and bottom of each page, hoping that something will give me a starting place. 'so far as we can judge' was perfect.
This has been a busy family week and because of the heat (and lack of rain), my garden has needed lots of TLC so less time in the studio than usual. But while I watered etc… I was thinking of new ways to make book pages and managed to do a few drawings. In this one, 'day after day without' I took a book apart and glued part of it down onto half of the cover. I want to have the option of making portrait drawings without having to make two related drawings. I like having the cover as part of the piece. The image is my front garden and I was thinking about lockdown and how I have noticed so much more of what is nearby. I am attuned to nature in a heightened way. These are CHANGED TIMES and it is a little day after day without.
I have noticed how bleached everything has become because of the heat and drought. Even some of my bright flowers seem muted. The potentilla was peach and is now almost white. Having said that, some flowers are eye-poppingly lurid. I love magenta! This still life was a response to the bleaching of my world in the hot sun. It is also narrative, a response to the words on the page.
And in other ways of playing with the media, the lavender at the bottom, which I hope reads as a book cover, is not really a book cover. I made book cover facsimile with bookend paper and card. The drawing is not glued down yet. The drawing was made on three book page-spreads glued together. These experiments will go somewhere, I hope.
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