01/09/2011
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."
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21/08/2011
London
I was quite taken by Marina Grechanik's drawing process at the Lisbon symposium - I'd always loved her drawings, but like Ea Ejersbo, I loved seeing her work - especially the free use of watercolour pencils. So a whole lot of us learned some lessons from Marina! This sketch was done having a coffee at Carluccio's on St Christopher's Place in London - with its very peculiar and pretty useless fountain.
Watercolour pencil in Stillman & Birn sketchbook
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