Here is Minor, the sloppy teenage daughter of Detail. Okay, sloppy according to her mother Detail. I think Minor is fourteen or fifteen, going on sixty. Her mother can’t do anything right by her either. OMG, you should hear how these two talk to each other, or… better not…
If you bump into Minor on her own, she is a very introverted little thing, a bit rough and careless about her appearance maybe. I personally think she has a great future, forget the messy bedroom and all.
I am reluctant to put my paintings on this blog as they can be pretty scary. Painting is an amazing leveller of moods for me.
It’s not so much the outcome, but rather the process I am enjoying. I go through all possible emotions while painting. When I am reasonably happy, I have to hide the work for a while – otherwise it will get painted over the next day.
Last week was frantic and I am so looking forward to finishing one of my puppets today. The Sad Puppy. It only needs its skin.
I have a couple of obsessions. Maybe obsessions is too strong a word – Recurring topics might be better – Barbed wire is one of them. (I am sure, a psychologist would have something to say about that. I haven’t asked one yet.)
Last year I had a few images on display in a cafe up the road. It doesn’t count as an exhibition in my books (and how it came about is a funny story in itself). It was put together rather quickly and the photographs were chosen by their mass appeal rather than artistic merit.
The feather was one of them. I personally like this photograph, as for me it has a specific meaning. I am pretty sure, if you search through a stock library you will find heaps of images of feathers on barbed wire, some better resolved than mine.
However, I have been asked countless times, whether the feather was already there or whether I had placed it there.
Does it really matter?
Often, I take random pics while I am a passenger in a car, bus or train. I call this type photography “drive by shooting.”
From those random pics, I started to create a series called “World on edge“. But this project has slowed down as well since the puppets took over. Normally the first image in a series is totally random. But once I have created one I am happy with, I go out to take images to match the first one.
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Now I have had the time to dig out my Mood images, I’ve created from the Deluge image I’ve posted this morning. Increasingly I am missing the haptic experience in digital and the multiplicity of the works irritates me as well. But sure enough, when I first dabbled in painting, I missed the undo button the most. How many times do I produce something, I am reasonably happy with, only to stuff it up – never to be retrieved again.
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