These are a few pics I took yesterday from the shore of Lake Taupo. A freezing cold wind was blowing from the South, but I couldn't resist experimenting with lenses and apertures to capture the distant snow covered mountains.
A blustery winter's day in Cambridge (NZ) was brightened by these wonderful creations done by the Creative Fibre group in the town. They were advertising the annual show (26th to 30th June 2018), which features rugs, mats, shawls, blankets, socks, jerseys even pom poms, indeed anything which can be knitted, crotcheted or stitched, together with a day when all the trades people come from far and wide to sell all types of goods from hand dyed fleece to fashion garments. I am always amazed how this relatively small town puts this huge event on. This year they will be celebrating the 50th anniversary.
I was recently trying to make sense of all the memorabilia stored away and came across an old black covered scrapbook cantaining drawings my Father sent to my brother and me when he was serving as a despatch rider for the British Army in Europe in WW11. They were carefully glued into a scrap book for us by our diligent Mother, so we could look at them often – it formed a bond with him that proved beneficial when he returned home in 1945. These are just a few of many. I guess these may have been the catalyst for my interest in art!
My first sketch done when I was 11 years old on a camping trip to the Peak District in England. No cell phones in those days!
I was reminded today of how, as humans, we are surrounded by visual expressions in so many ways. After a few days of severe storms here in New Zealand, summer has returned, the gardens have 'greened up', and the ice blocks kept in our freezer for visiting grandkids have become very popular again!
Glancing over at the two youngest girls sitting in the shade of the oak tree, deep in conversation today, I took a quick pic. The colours of the T shirts (one tie-dyed with Mum today) against the blues of the hydrangas are a pleasing combination I thought. Nature has such a naturally brilliant colour sense anyway - without the T shirts! Then I noticed the painted black and white fake tattoo on the leg. Isn't the visual world wonderful?
Robert Henri says 'After all, the goal is not making art. It is living a life. Those who live their lives will leave stuff that is really art. Art is a result. It is a trace of those who have led their lives.'
We can only keep trying!!
Shortly after writing this I came across a newspaper cutting from over 20 years ago, with the same image shown - in it's first stage!! Yes, we can only keep trying!!
The flow of work on the new series has been slightly interrupted recently by a request to help with painting props for the local Talos production at the Woolshed Theatre. Alice in Wonderland needed a Cheshire Cat in three pieces (the middle one being the body had to twirl round for use in 'going down the tunnel simulation!)
Once the initial charcoal drawing had been done - making sure the animal didn't look too scary or dozy - the colours tended to be dependent on the paint available in suitable quantities!
The finished result has been approved by the stage manager I'm pleased to say - so now I can get on with other stuff and enjoy watching the play in the fullness of time (particularly as my Granddaughter is playing Alice!).
This is a pic of the board walk at Pirongia - flooded! Needing some exercise after days in the studio I was hoping for better conditions with the sun out - no such luck - the Waikato is saturated but with the warmer days at least everything is growing fast.
The time is coming up for the local children's production at the Woolshed Theatre. A version of Alice in Wonderland this year - with Granddaughter in leading role and her Mum as wardrobe mistress. Apparently they need help with the 'cats' costumes - face painting on masks! Below is some scenery painted for last years production.
Spring is on the way!
It seems to have been a long wet, cold winter this year, but these flowers bravely popping their heads up in the garden give one a real sense that the warmer weather is on the way. The citrus have survived some pretty heavy frosts too. I can feel the annual marmalade making event coming on.
This is what we woke up to recently - 2 degrees of frost transformed the garden. It looked so wonderful, that as the early morning sun lit up the Autumnal background trees, I had to do a quick pic in my slippers to capture it all. I guess I will have to get brush on canvas now - below is a work done in the Summer of this area of the garden some time ago.
"Colour influences the soul: colour is a keyboard, the eyes are the hammers, the soul is the piano with many strings. The artist s the hand that plays, touching one key or another purposefully, to create vibrations of the soul".