Showing posts with label spring. Show all posts
Showing posts with label spring. Show all posts
03/04/2013
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30/03/2012
01/03/2012
27/02/2012
23/09/2011
31/08/2011
Reading/tulips: all that is shared, all that is gone
I took these photographs - as of many more bunches of tulips that we kept from sappiness to disintegration - in March-April 2006. The text is from Candia McWilliam's memoir, What to Look for in Winter: A Memoir in Blindness, and I came to this bit today.
"We both like tulips to be kept well up to their death in a vase, the water changed and the petals collected, all for the beauty of it. I do it still now, although with my eyes shut up, my observation of the process is more like stills by Eadweard Muybridge than running cine film. There are a treeful, a forestful, of these habits budding, grown, fallen, lying in a marriage. Plenty of them irk others yet make the thing that cannot be replaced. They are a language in themselves."
"We both like tulips to be kept well up to their death in a vase, the water changed and the petals collected, all for the beauty of it. I do it still now, although with my eyes shut up, my observation of the process is more like stills by Eadweard Muybridge than running cine film. There are a treeful, a forestful, of these habits budding, grown, fallen, lying in a marriage. Plenty of them irk others yet make the thing that cannot be replaced. They are a language in themselves."
31/05/2011
Irises
My new scanner doesn't do the gutter between the two pages as clearly as the old scanner did... and here I've mismatched the sides slightly, but too lazy to re-scan...
Ink pen, brush markers and watercolour in Seawhite of Brighton sketchbook
30/05/2011
Motivation
I've not been motivated this spring and early summer, as I was last year, to draw out in the garden and in the landscape, record all the wonderful growth happening... here are two very quick sketches on a walk nearby. The lambs are still here, I don't want to think of what might await them.
Brush marker and watercolour in Seawhite of Brighton sketchbook.
27/04/2011
20/04/2011
19/04/2011
18/04/2011
Quickly in the garden
I've had a completely obsessive time in the garden: the work of gardening is at least 70 per cent about tidying up and clearing away... the growth rewards the slog. The moralisation of work? You bet! As this sketchbook nears completion, it gets fatter with the buckling of pages and the pages spring open, making it much harder to scan - hence the centre of these spreads are all blurred.
Indian ink wash and brush marker in Seawhite of Brighton sketchbook.
17/04/2011
15/04/2011
10/04/2011
09/04/2011
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