I have mentioned many times the dried flowers that I found at my mums and how it set me off drawing flowers, researching flowers and learning a lot of things I found I sort of knew already. I had forgotten, for instance, the collection of pressed flowers that I had made at the age of 13. I found my spirograph that I had spent many hours drawing with (albeit in a mathematical kind of a way) and also found that I had written notes to go along side. Not that different to the things I find myself writing now!! We do and we don't change. The wonder comes back. The rock pools get more interesting again (although sadly more bereft of life, but that's for another day) and the spirograph remains fascinating!
The dried flowers are certainly still unsurpassed in their beauty. I get them out every now and again to look at them, but I'm afraid they will fade even more and lose their loveliness.
These two monotypes below come directly from this discovery and I still love them. I think I sold the second one. The first one is on my wall at home. I want to keep it because it reminds me of my mum and I like it!
All sounds a bit inward looking, but I was just thinking about book making again and how I have always wanted to make a book about these dried flowers. I have been researching some very interesting artists who use collage or assemblage to make their works. I have been cutting up old work and putting it together again and I have been contemplating how this might happen and where I go to next with my practice.
Meanwhile, don't forget my exhibition next week. Launching 1st November 7 p.m. at Deptford does Art. Deptford High Street. I will definitely be mentioning this again before the weekend is out!