façade

29 October, 2013 at 1:39 am (art, blue-eyed crow, family, life, work) (, , , , , , , , , , , )

Here’s what’s on the easel right now, a façade from Lille, France. After a while of working those teensy door and window frames though my eyes feel dazzled and it’s time to work on some drawings.

Most of my pieces are small but this one is even smaller than most at about 3″x5″. It may get bigger, I haven’t decided how to finish it yet.

Occasionally I pick up pieces of old lace when I go with my mom to vide greniers in her area but I haven’t been using them lately so they were scattered, bits tucked away here and there along with other flotsam and jetsam. The other day I thought maybe I’d use some precious sunlight hours to re-organise the studio but after working away for a couple hours it didn’t look terribly different so I abandoned the effort and went back to painting.

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pony

27 October, 2013 at 1:03 am (life) (, , , , , , )

This was my favourite shot walking home from a horse fair, a most adorable pony tired at the end of a long day.

Although I don’t own a horse I come from a long line of horse people and enjoy going to the fairs when I’m near one.

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cornflower

25 October, 2013 at 11:12 pm (life) (, , , , )

my favourite type of shutter holdback in my mom’s villageThe shutter holds in my mom’s village are so pretty, most are women and either they or the shutters are this vibrant cornflower blue.

The shutter holds in my mom’s village are so pretty, most are women and either they or the shutters are painted this vibrant blue.

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neighbour

18 October, 2013 at 11:46 pm (family) (, , , , , , , , , )

neighbour

The door a few down from my mom’s. The oldest records for this stretch of houses are from the 1590s because previous ones were destroyed when the town was sacked a couple decades before.

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urn

3 November, 2009 at 12:50 am (art, blue-eyed crow, family, life, Uncategorized, work) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

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These are from this summer, all in my mom’s neighbourhood.

I’m working with photos for a few days to distract myself from some technical difficulties with the other series I’ve been working on. I’ve looked around to see if anyone else is doing a similar process with inks, pencil and encaustic, but haven’t seen any, so I’ll go back to experimenting with the propane torches tomorrow. So far nothing big has caught fire or blown up, that’s good anyway.

Earlier this evening I was showing a friend the website of one of my favourite photographers, Michael Eastman – his Cuban and Italian photos are incredible. Then I learned of the death of Roy DeCarava, another amazing photographer. I was trying to pick a few of his photos that I liked best, but it is so hard to choose. This is one of many, and this, and this. They are so evocative.

Now that I have loaded my photos onto this post I’ve decided I don’t like the way they look small. I love how art has such a different effect at different sizes (except when it doesn’t work small on my blog). I spent the day at an art museum with some friends recently, and was loving the difference between various pieces close up and at a distance. And the texture, that fantastic delicate texture of drawings and miniatures, it’s all completely lost in reproduction.

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broken

9 October, 2009 at 6:45 am (art, blue-eyed crow, Uncategorized, work) (, , , , , , , , , )

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This window is in a beautiful building in the village my mom lives in, it was abandoned 19 years ago.

In my art I like to use images from my life and the places I’ve explored.  Damaged old buildings evoke so many emotions, and questions.

This piece is not finished but I haven’t figured out where to go with it next.

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doorway

24 September, 2009 at 5:46 pm (art, blue-eyed crow, family, life, Uncategorized, work) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

doorway

For this I used the image of my mother’s doorway – sitting here I can smell the stone and plaster walls (unless my sister is cooking ratatouille, bread pudding with ginger toffee, or some other deliciousness). The house dates back to at least 1595, the records before that were lost when the town was sacked in 1576, and when she moved in the only plumbing was a sink underneath the window to the right of the door, all cooking had been done in the fire.

I love row houses because I love town noise, and my mom’s house is so accessible when someone drops by for a visit, but my dream house would be a ‘portland’, a row house with a long strip of garden behind.  I recently stayed in a beautiful example of that in a medieval town outside London while visiting relatives (including my most adored aunt and uncle who are fixing up a barge in the gorgeous port of Sandwich), the garden was 40+ feet wide and 630 feet long, on a south-facing slope with orchard, pond and nuttery.  Perfection.  An upscale version, built 70 years after the one I stayed in, is Rothe House in Kilkenny, which has been restored and opened as a museum.  It would be great to be part of a project like that, they did such a good job on the gardens and orchard, and next time I’ll definitely spend more time in their library.

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15 kilos

3 September, 2009 at 8:28 pm (life, local, Uncategorized) (, , , , , , , , , )

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No art today because I am travelling, all packed to Ryan Air’s precise requirements.  These are photographs I took during a drive with my sister the other day, all things we won’t see for a while.  The farmer who sold us honey that day insisted that we come down to pick the tomatoes with him so that we could appreciate the layout of his farm.  The tomatoes were amazing with some herbs we picked and chevre on bread.

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local colour

15 August, 2009 at 1:54 pm (local) (, , , , , , , , )

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I love the designs of old hardware, and the variety.  Here are a few favourites from the village my mom lives in.

Mme, above left, holds open the shutters, to the right is the view up the street past my mom’s  house.

Below are some local doors, many of them have multiple locks, I love the heart-shaped one.

Apologies for the quality of the photos, the camera has been seriously uncooperative lately.

dolphinslocksgriffin

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market

2 October, 2008 at 6:22 pm (family) (, , , , , , , , , )

Two shots of the market in my mom’s town, taken by a friend, Derek.  I was never really a dapple grey person, but I really like that horse.  My great-grandfather’s horses consistently took top awards, the ancient amulets I’ve seen from where our ancestors lived are suns or horses (or both), all my cousins had horses, but my mother is somehow immune to their charms (and that of any other animal).  I’ve been reading my great-grandmother’s journal where she writes about how she gets so absorbed by reading that she doesn’t want to eat or sleep until she finishes a good book, which I completely understand.  I have never read a book while riding a horse though.

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