Wednesday, 20 May 2009
These are flowers actually - the bottom image a really hideous black and white picture from an old book on flower arranging, stamped all over with a flower from another old book.
I'm going to try and work in set sizes with these more arty digital pieces. I want to see if I can have prints made. The problem is, I think, that a lot of the original materials I work with tend to be quite small. I always scan things in at 300 but still not confident that the digital brushes/stamps I make from them will then stand up to being enlarged. I'm missing a cartridge from my printer at the moment and waiting on the delivery but I will try printing this out at A4 when it does arrive. Suffering from printus interruptus at the moment!!
Of course these pieces tend to be completely spontaneous and so more often than not I'm starting off with the wrong size digital 'canvas'. To be too deliberate about it would probably impede the flow. I want these to be completely off the top off my head to counteract the very deliberateness of the rest of what I do. Very much the subconcious working. Well, such are the trials of creativity, trying to get the balance right. I don't know that I mind wether or not I have prints made but I might end up with enough for an exhibition and you never know somebody may want one. Actually I quite fancy a print of The Dogs of Nankipoo for myself, they are just so funny. Yes, I know, slightly oblique sense of humour.
Wednesday, 13 May 2009
The Immaculate Mountain is the face of challenge, this is my metaphor, this is how I think of it. Steep smooth icy sides, with the peak far out of sight overhead. Every now and then a handhold I can get to grips with and haul myself up to the next level - to a plateau of achievement where I stand admiring the scenery, gosh just look at the view, while behind me the mountain surreptitiously grows a little bit higher, maybe a little bit harder. Seemingly invincible it is climbable. For the very reason that the Immaculate Mountain is me - it has the very shape, the lineaments of Self. Any challenge I face is shaped exactly to me and to what I am capable of. I am not given any mountain that I cannot climb because I am the Mountain. My choice wether to climb it or not of course but then my insatiable curiosity ( which I suspect is also the same shape as that mountain!!) would always make eye up the next level, hmm, I wonder. . . .
My thanks to James "Mad Dog" White for the photograph taken in the Cairngorms.