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I thought I would finish this week with a generic feel good photograph I took this morning in the garden. It is a glorious day out there. Monday is a public holiday, courtesy of the Queen. It’s her birthday  (as an aside for all those people who are not living in the Commonwealth – or is it Common Wealth? Ah no, impossible!).

I have a lot of stuff lined up I want to continue on. The dede puppets had some news this week, but they are still pondering whether it is a blessing or a curse, so they are not making a statement just yet…

Here is something that looked at me from my washing, when I picked it from the line. It is the biggest insect we have in New Zealand, a Giant Weta. At the first glance, one couldn’t call it a pretty creature (needless to say, I dropped the towel, but the Weta held onto it). Looking at it in a photograph so close up, I find it absolutely amazing and it is totally harmless. It’s always worth having a second look.

Staying with images of eyes, with this photograph I always had my difficulties. It is a straight shot, not manipulated in any way. The image made me realise that our cat is blind, not clumsy. The vet later confirmed, there are no clumsy cats. She tricked us for a very long time. It was amazing how she still found her way around the house, though she didn’t want to go into the garden any more. It was a dangerous world for her.

Yet another image where a little creature watches.  Poor thing, she minds her own business laying her “egg” and here I come and intrude. No wonder my puppets have these scary faces. I do seem to have an obsession with eyes.

With this post, my self-imposed seclusion is coming to an end. I am back to writing my blog as part of my daily routine. I had a very, very strong urge to remain silent for a while. I was surprised though, how much I missed writing, even though I am only doing it for a bit over two months. The artworks I have created last week are as private as my thoughts and won’t make it onto the blog.

Another one of my tree eye series.  It is called “Tears from the depth of some divine despair”. Which in turn is the second line of a beautiful poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson called Tears, idle tears. My current tears are not idle: Good bye, mum.

I am wondering what went through the mind of this crab, when I took her picture. I only discovered when I looked at the image on the computer, that I was being watched.

Where I was brought up (and when I was brought up), an artist was considered somebody who was shy of work. “Artist” was more or less a cuss word. When somebody was refered to as being an artist, you knew, they didn’t amount to much – they just fluffed around. Of course there were also the big name artists who were revered. But there was no path between the two careers.

 

For a period I explored chess pieces to work through a very unpleasant experience in my younger years. Needless to say, the black king featured very strongly. I came across one of the prints recently and was looking through my files today to find the electronic version. But they seemed to have disappeared. I think it must be good on ten years, and a few computers ago when I worked on this…

This image here will have to do. It is from the same period. I used this one in a book before, therefore it survived and was easy to find.

When I went through my chess phase, I began to wonder: How come that the queen is realistically the strongest piece on the board and can do all the moves… While the king, on the other hand, needs protection from all his men and is effectively very weak. He can only move one square at the time. Now, how old is the game?

We are moving towards winter. While the days are still gloriously sunny and crisp, the nights are quite nippy already. I am starting to dig out all the images that exude loneliness. I am obviously preparing for hibernation.