Folding pop-up houses, smaller and smaller...
Slightly panicking about up coming deadlines, clearly more hours need to be added to the day somehow. A pleat fold in the space time continuum perhaps...
Sunday, 27 February 2011
Sunday
More cutting and gluing and folding and thinking.
Folding pop-up houses, smaller and smaller...
Slightly panicking about up coming deadlines, clearly more hours need to be added to the day somehow. A pleat fold in the space time continuum perhaps...
Folding pop-up houses, smaller and smaller...
Slightly panicking about up coming deadlines, clearly more hours need to be added to the day somehow. A pleat fold in the space time continuum perhaps...
Friday, 18 February 2011
containing...
I've been thinking about boxes for my grass book; the practicalities of containing and protecting it, how to reveal it, present it, take it from the box, suggest its possibilities...
It's hard to decide when there are so many options. Circular looks good but its hard to remove from the box; squashed up will full height walls is sturdy and safe but doesn't look exciting, curves and turns are interesting but the box making is complex (too complex, and fiddly looking too.) Maybe simple is best after all.
It's hard to decide when there are so many options. Circular looks good but its hard to remove from the box; squashed up will full height walls is sturdy and safe but doesn't look exciting, curves and turns are interesting but the box making is complex (too complex, and fiddly looking too.) Maybe simple is best after all.
Monday, 14 February 2011
Thursday, 10 February 2011
thursday
I've been thinking a lot about grass recently; about the bare patch of earth prepared in my garden, waiting for spring and for grass seed, but already green with wild grass; its resilience and persistence.
I've been looking out for green shoots whilst wrapped up in my coat and scarf and boots, and thinking about laying back in my overgrown lawn, seed heads tickling...
Rustling is not quite the word to describe the feeling of laying back amongst the grass, and whisper is too soft for the sound it makes in my ears. It's been a while since I've had sunshine on my skin.
And I've been thinking about these pictures taken last summer, how it felt to lay there, and I've been cutting blade after blade of grass with my scalpel.
Monday, 17 January 2011
hopeful
The light today has been beautiful, happy light. And on what seems like my first walk outside in the daylight for months I noticed the trees have buds on.
Thursday, 6 January 2011
cutting
Thank you for your thoughts and wishes yesterday, it means a lot.
Next month is this blog's fourth birthday, and I've realised, its such a good thing to have, to look back through a window into my thoughts, to see how much has changed but also how much has stayed the same. I randomly stumbled across this post again, and it's a good reminder to me of the kind of person I want to be heading into term time again next week. It's easy to be complacent isn't it.
And I've realised I miss posting regularly here, miss the chance to order my thoughts and ideas and see what spills out. The internet can suck away my creativity, if I let it, and this blog counteracts that I think, it's a positive thing. Instead of mindlessly clicking, there's a purpose. And I miss having the record of when I made what, in my head everything was a month ago, or two perhaps... so its good to look back at how ideas have developed (or not) and spot them emerging (or not!) And I miss the connection with people, the thoughts your comments provoke, the motivation to push myself further and the confidence it gives me to carry on making. I suppose I'm saying that I'm not sure where I would be today if I hadn't started up this process those four years ago. No where bad I'm sure, but certainly somewhere different... So...
...today I have scalpel hand; red coloured finger bent back,with a dint in the end; from cutting...
Next month is this blog's fourth birthday, and I've realised, its such a good thing to have, to look back through a window into my thoughts, to see how much has changed but also how much has stayed the same. I randomly stumbled across this post again, and it's a good reminder to me of the kind of person I want to be heading into term time again next week. It's easy to be complacent isn't it.
And I've realised I miss posting regularly here, miss the chance to order my thoughts and ideas and see what spills out. The internet can suck away my creativity, if I let it, and this blog counteracts that I think, it's a positive thing. Instead of mindlessly clicking, there's a purpose. And I miss having the record of when I made what, in my head everything was a month ago, or two perhaps... so its good to look back at how ideas have developed (or not) and spot them emerging (or not!) And I miss the connection with people, the thoughts your comments provoke, the motivation to push myself further and the confidence it gives me to carry on making. I suppose I'm saying that I'm not sure where I would be today if I hadn't started up this process those four years ago. No where bad I'm sure, but certainly somewhere different... So...
...today I have scalpel hand; red coloured finger bent back,with a dint in the end; from cutting...
Wednesday, 5 January 2011
28
Today I am 28 years old. 28 summers, 28 winters, 28 turns round the sun.
There are things I want to do this year
I'm part of a touring exhibition in Summer; Meadowsweet; books to be made, paper to be cut, new things. There's a kitchen to install and a garden to make. Vegetables and flowers and trees to grow. Maybe a pizza oven. Kittens to snuggle, to release into the outside world and trust in their return (and that's going to be a hard one I think...) Spend time with friends and family, appreciate what I have.
I've been a bit lost, in one way and another. Dark nights and time and no time and things to do. It's like time stopped but also ran away with me. I don't know. But now something slotted into place, perhaps, and today I've had a happy day :)
There are things I want to do this year
I'm part of a touring exhibition in Summer; Meadowsweet; books to be made, paper to be cut, new things. There's a kitchen to install and a garden to make. Vegetables and flowers and trees to grow. Maybe a pizza oven. Kittens to snuggle, to release into the outside world and trust in their return (and that's going to be a hard one I think...) Spend time with friends and family, appreciate what I have.
I've been a bit lost, in one way and another. Dark nights and time and no time and things to do. It's like time stopped but also ran away with me. I don't know. But now something slotted into place, perhaps, and today I've had a happy day :)
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