I am seeking inspiration from the past. Gleaning ideas from fragments of painting, architecture, and sculpture from the renaissance and medieval period of history. I am attempting to put together a series of sketches, paintings, and also make some jewellery that reflect those eras. My intention is to work on this for awhile which will take me away from the Internet and drag me back to my place at the art table. However, this is me doing several things at once, like a juggler, I am also writing a blog about my experiences in France so that’ll keep me occupied. So in fact, I will still maintain a presence here after all.
Blue Shutters, French Dreams has just taken flight,please bear with me while I nurture in its fledgling state!
All my plans have fallen by the wayside at the moment because I have another cold. I left for France with a cold and returned with one, or maybe it’s the same virus that just lay dormant, who knows? Whatever it is it’s making me feel wretched. So I am taking a bit of time out to rest and gather my thoughts.
It’s been along Winter and a damp and dreary Spring ,and with the Summer Solstice almost upon us we need some sunlight and a bit of warmth. It rained a lot while we were in France. Almost every day there was heavy cloud cover obscuring the mountains. Once, it rained so heavily and got so chilly that when the clouds finally cleared there was a light dusting of snow on even some of the lower hills. It didn’t make for an enjoyable trip and for the first time I was really pleased to come home again. Certain events while we were away have caused me to rethink a lot of things and I have decided to create a blog about our experiences in France. You can find it here or on the menu bar.
I hope to get back to doing some art work now I’m home. Lot’s of ideas but as always, it’s the doing rather than just thinking about it that is the most powerful.
I have been away, taking a trip with Eurostar across to Belgium and then Holland & Germany. It was only for 3 days and some of it felt like a pilgrimage because I was returning to places that have meant a lot to me in the past and it felt as if I was coming home. Visiting Aachen cathedral again was wonderful, beautiful gold mosaic ceilings which I tried to capture with photos but sadly, they came out a bit blurry.
I have been to Maastricht in Holland twice before and the last time I was there, one late Autumn day in 1996 I vowed that I would be back again in the Spring. Well, it took me another 15 years but I got there in the end and it was worth it, a lovely place to visit, people are so kind and friendly and I will definitely return again soon.
Now I’m busy planning for my next trip to France. So much packing and also I have to work out which art supplies to take with me. There are quite a few things there already but as usual, I want everything! It’s always the same, whenever I start something in France the stuff I need is usually back at home. I will have to learn to improvise, but I still need to plan. Getting the balance right is so hard.
Finally, I think the Spring has sprung. Was able to get out and go for a walk today without feeling tensed up and shivery with the cold. It was an absolute to joy to see all the front gardens blooming with Spring flowers; it’s all a bit late now and they’re all out together – crocuses, daffodils, forsythia – but at least they’re here.
Decided to give myself a bit of space this weekend to come up with some new ideas. There is currently a backlog of projects building up in my head – or is it my heart? Where does the creative urge spring from? Sometimes, when I’m drawing I get the sense that there is something else moving through me guiding my hand and pulling me in directions that I’m unaware of. When I make enlargements of the drawings I see the tiny pencil marks scratched onto paper but have no recollection of how it was achieved, they’re just there and I must have done them. I don’t know if this makes any sense, I know what I’m trying to say but…it feels as there is an interloper- albeit a benevolent one- in my head with its own agenda. The artist’s muse I presume.
Well, I had a most relaxing day yesterday doing what I love and that is drawing. I have almost completed my pencil drawing of Chester the cat who is absolutely adorable and gorgeous and I kept wishing he was mine. My last cat – Lucy – died six years ago now. She was 17 which is a good age but it’s still heartbreaking to let them go. Since then I have a cat free house which is an empty house but because I am travelling to France a lot it would be difficult to keep a cat, however, I secretly wish a stray one might appear one day. Let’s just say I wouldn’t turn it away. There are cats a plenty where I live in France, feral, stray and not stray, but they all know where to go for a good feed and that’s my place. They come from miles around, one little cat decided to have three lots of kittens in my back garden at one point, we ended up feeding them all. Sadly, they all disappeared , being feral I suppose they just went off to fend for themselves. I tried picking one up one day – big mistake – it fought like mad and I got badly bitten.
I don’t know why I’m writing about cats, I didn’t intend to but ok. I’ve finished the cat drawing, so here we are…. “I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little they become its visible soul.” Jean Cocteau