I sound like a cracked record going round and round, but again this week the pencil did not hit paper very much. Below is my entire output, a practice for getting the colours right! And now I think the Foxgloves are past their best so I might have to wait until next year to have another go.
But on the positive side, I have had another go at the photography lark and think I have now solved the problem of photographing paper to my satisfaction. The solution was in the exposure. My paper now looks ‘white (ish)’ instead of dingey greyish. So I am happy about that and can let it go………..
I have been following the blog of occasionalartist over the past weeks and have been very interested in the work she is doing with paper and sewing and they reminded me of the last quilt I made just in the square shapes coming off a flat surface and the shadows and dimensions that are created. Materials used: plain white fabric, coloured threads applied with overlocker, and plastic tags (the type that hold labels onto clothes that get cut off and thrown away).
I have been reading an inspiring book, ‘The Awakened Eye’ (a companion volume to The Zen of Seeing, SEEING/DRAWING as meditation) by Frederick Franck. This is my early morning read, as I enjoy my first cup of tea of the day and my copy is now littered with little orange post it notes as I find things to try and remember. My favourite extracts follow:
- There is no other valid reason for drawing than the awareness of the eye awakening from its half-sleep.
- If we take eternity to mean not infinite temporal duration, but timelessness, the eternal life belongs to those who live in the present – say Wittgenstein
- The leaf I just picked is already going limp, then I see it shrivel. While seeing/drawing I see each thing living its own time, as I am living my time, my life-time. The awakened eye becomes utterly aware of the fleetingness of all that passes before it, of this eye still seeing, of this hand still moving, still tracing…………
- When I draw in line with a pen or a sharp pencil I am compelled to the most intense, uninterrupted attention to and awareness of what my eye perceives. It makes it impossible to deceive, to humour or to flatter myself. The quality of my line shows up every attempt at a cover-up, a pretense. Looking at my drawing once it is finished, I can’t help becoming my own graphologist: I see instantly every flagging of my concentration, every incompetence, every trick!