... to watch, listen, smell, read, think
'Silence is the soul's oxygen' CM
SCULPTURE AND INSTALLATION
a container for notions, thoughts and processes I encounter along the way
Friday, 18 November 2011
Thursday, 17 November 2011
Skinned Moon
right |
rear |
front |
Thin silk threads, dark-blue, with a white half moon and a hollow spherical shape at the bottom - hard to capture as photo. Click thumbnails to enlarge.
Shown at Cupola Gallery, Sheffield, this Oct / Nov (Artificial Light) ... and sold.
Friday, 7 October 2011
Skinned Moon |
Artificial Light / Cupola Gallery / Sheffield
7 October - 13 November 2011
See also Blog, 17 November 2011
Monday, 19 September 2011
'Repotting'
Dark blue silk 'hair' |
Made some prints on silk for small 3-D work ... and now my work space looks like at a hairdresser's. Layers of fine silk organza are reduced in matter. It's like sculpting a thin substance.
Thinning out seems to be the motto of the moment: cutting threads out of printed cloth - and taking dead wood out of trees.
Oh, it's a treat to be able again to work in the garden and to climb trees!
Sunday, 19 June 2011
A year later
I've been away for a couple of months on some kind of journey. Last autumn I went to see a GP and came back home a month later, rather small. This doctor took me serious (third time lucky) and much to my surprise sent me to hospital (not so lucky). There eventually it emerged why I had felt like 'riding a bicycle with a flat tire' for some time...
Life as an English patient was new territory to me. All of a sudden I found myself excluded from the world, like a fish in an aquarium, only my fish tank was noisy and hectic 24/7; it was a (cultural) shock. Through the window I could watch the country being submerged by snow, while around me - and within me - all kind of drama took place.
It took a month and high doses of antibiotics to cure me. What I possibly had to learn in hospital - and during subsequent months of convalescence on the continent - was to Let it be.
Thanks for the thoughts and treats I received from friends during this time. They were my lifeline!
Life as an English patient was new territory to me. All of a sudden I found myself excluded from the world, like a fish in an aquarium, only my fish tank was noisy and hectic 24/7; it was a (cultural) shock. Through the window I could watch the country being submerged by snow, while around me - and within me - all kind of drama took place.
It took a month and high doses of antibiotics to cure me. What I possibly had to learn in hospital - and during subsequent months of convalescence on the continent - was to Let it be.
Thanks for the thoughts and treats I received from friends during this time. They were my lifeline!
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