Sunday, November 16, 2014

Sunday afternoon medium making

This afternoon I was inspired to make my own casein medium. Having seen Antony Gormley interviewed by Lily Cole and using casein medium for his drawings, I was determined to track some down. Unfortunately it doesn't seem to be available in Australia but I did find a recipe on Wikipaedia.

So, the smallest sprog and I hopped it to the shops and came back with cottage cheese and ammonia and set to. 


It seethed and bubbled until it was much reduced and like a thin creme anglaise.
 and is now cooling, awaiting experiment.

Saturday, November 15, 2014

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Remembering

My great uncle, Leslie Clark, is buried 'somewhere in France' - one of the hundreds of thousands of young men who died in that bizarre, pointless Great War.

He didn't much want to go to war but, after being sent white feathers and harassed for being a coward, he did go. And won the Military Medal and bar for bravery in the field.


 As the Red Cross letter says 'he put up a great fight against Fritz'.
 But I doubt that was much comfort for his young wife.

My grandfather, William, and his brother Arthur also fought at Gallipoli and in France. They were wounded and gassed, but somehow survived. And they have living descendants who remember them with love. But Leslie, like so many others, did not - there is no one left who remembers him and I only know him from a box of fragments, and a name on the Roll of Honour at the Australian War memorial in Canberra.

Leslie Clark born 1888, died 5 October 1918.

Sunday, November 09, 2014

November Song

I had been thinking this is a well-overdue post, but perhaps it is just the right time now to show you my very special birthday present to myself. A few months ago I tipped into another age bracket and needed a few treats and ameliorations to soothe my way into a new decade. And when I saw this beautiful object on the blog of my friend and mentor, Velma Bolyard, I knew it was the rightest of self-presents.

Velma's book, November Song, and its specially-made sui generis box by bookbinder Mark Tomlinson, is the most lovely work of art, skill and spirit.

 Hand-made paper coloured with the alchemy of plant dyeing, the plants gathered by Velma on her daily walks through her country: so many resonances of walking the landscape, singing the landscape, gently gathering the colours and textures and making something quite other. The book like Velma's blog, is an ever-unfolding series of epiphanies, looping back and revealing, then concealing mysteries and stories.






Saturday, October 11, 2014

still painting

some close-up detail shots of my current wip: working title Flagellation.








Monday, September 29, 2014

new work, new directions

Still playing with paint in the studio.


Feeling my way. Experimenting and trying different techniques. So far I really love translucent layers of colour and seeing how I can get effects of texture and colour that feel like me.

Friday, September 19, 2014

evidence of rain

It feels as though it has rained a lot this winter, although I suspect statistically this is not true.
There have been plenty of opportunities to photograph raindrops during my lunchtime tramps around the park. 
 Lovely weather for ducks, in fact.
 And these really are ducks in a tree....