It is Saturday and I have been distracted from blog-land for a while. I have been creating a book; I say a book more a booklet. It is an illustrated poem, with all the ingredients of a real book; with a cover, title page, narrative and images. It is taking shape, in it first draught although it is not ready to share yet it has been time consuming and very exciting.
However, today I take a break to exhibit some works in the Small Works Sale at Reading Museum today at 10.30.
Have a good day.
This week’s prompt is indeed opportune; manly because we do need some colour in the the UK. For the last few weeks the sky has remained grey and the sun has rarely broken through the rain laden clouds.
Then, as a printmaker, in stark contrast I have been working with primary colours, perhaps as a result of the winter gloom I am reluctant to use such colours straight from the tube they are just so bright.
So in a revolt I got out cyan blue, magenta and process yellow with a little extender to give a little transparency and here is the result … these pots are vibrant.
Earlier this week I attended an art class, as we chatted, during a break, the name Victor Ambrus came up. I don’t remember why, as we were drawing Roman artifacts found at the archaeological site, at Silchester now showing in Reading Museum.
I had a vague recollection of Victor Ambrus as an illustrator of children’s books and had some examples in the Children’s Collection at Special Collections. Returning to work on Tuesday I did a quick search and was delighted at these examples of his work.
Although the subject matter is not Roman, the intricate patterns and fine paint strokes lend themselves to the delicate jewelry and trinkets found in the the old Roman town. Now almost 2 millennium ago, we forget, when the colours of the dyes and jewels would have not yet faded.
In the absence of the AlphabeThursday hosted by another blogger I seem to have lost my momentum. Jenny’s weekly slot really did fuel my fire; so lately my energy has been lost. However, I hope to resurrect my own adventure with the letters of the alphabet in relation to my addiction to tea; in particular Chinese green and all her variations. So as I reach another crossroads in my life, of which there are many lately I will begin with a quote by a Chinese scholar called Tien Yiheng “Tea is drunk to forget the din of the world” and he is right try as we might to address and reconcile the difficulties of life there really isn’t anything better than a cup of tea with a biscuit to find peace; albeit for only for a moment. nelabligh (as green as it comes)
I have optimism and believe that it has been my salvation as a person who suffers from depression. However, it is not always considered as a valuable attribute; often seen as unrealistic. My partner is pessimistic and realistic; he will see the disadvantages of a new opportunity before the good. Perhaps, when considering a family holiday he will think about the cost, travel problems suggesting that the temperature should not be too hot or too cold. Much thought will go into the planning, so ensuring no problems en route. He sees my fearless attitude as fun; but at times misplaced.
I, on the other hand will only see the joyful aspects, will not baulk at temperature, language or uncomfortable culture. I enjoy an adventure. His attitude has stood us in good stead with wonderful holidays organised to every detail; but sadly leaves not much space for spontaneity and happy accidents.
How does one represent this half full half empty cup dilemma in a photograph? I don’t know.