as the sun shone fiercely this week I hung up a piece of thick cotton against the east-facing studio window, transforming the view into a shadow world
frustrated at complete* lack of recognition from The Art World I fortunately lost myself in making several collages, combining paper and cloth, using older sewn pieces, a linoprint from something my dad had cut (text: someon[e] at the door, e having dropped off somehow) and cutting up newly painted figures and ipad-prints, creating animystical beings, a word I think I just invented, perfect for what they are to me
*some days are like that notwithstanding supportive comments from you folks here and friends closer to home!
same collage with the addition of earth-for-grounding
hidden dog, or dog hiding in tent
an older cloth-collage I really like and wanted to keep just on it's own, in a frame
I cut up 'book of leaves' because that wasn't working for me, I've reused bits in collages
partial lino print, made with the cut lino I rediscovered in a box, thus they i.e. parents keep on nagging at me....however not going there today
this loose armed fella needed a pal to pat, now where did dog's head go?
combining black&white cut-off with toad's short poem typed on fabric, I really like this poem almost as if I hadn't made it myself
blue figure in bathing suit on the right is calling out: this way to the swimming pool!
all the human figures I have been painting of late are inspired by a painting I made as a nine year old of a girl in an orange bikini (I didn't even like orange)
at the time I was not happy with the result, my mother was and insisted I enter it as planned into the competition at the local swimming school; I won second prize, a black sports bag with the swimming school logo, I thought it was very cool and I think it's about the only prize I ever won
anyway, that same squarish figure is the blueprint for my depiction of humans today, something to hang onto....
again, a dog walked up and insisted he be glued in
a rainbow fragment (from book of leaves) glued onto figure turning him into an Indian Friend, North American Indian I mean; as a child I had a whole second NAI family, I told my mother all about them and she recorded several of my stories. They, my imaginary family, meant a lot to me and I spent many hours in the garden playing in the two tents I had: one a regular shaped blue/orange one and a black tipi with 'Indian' adornments. I had a lively imagination according to my mum. Looking back I seem to remember how connected I felt to everything in that particular garden. This was during our time in the UK, where we lived in a small town in the British countryside, and the house was surrounded by a large garden, quite unlike the town house in the Netherlands where they spent the rest of their lives.
a quote I read on Instagram, I forget where and I just love it as it puts into words what I sense my art is about
'The residual purpose of art is purposeless play. This play however, is an affirmation of life - not an attempt to bring order out of chaos nor to suggest improvements in creation, but simply a way of waking up to the very life we're living, which is so excellent once one gets one's mind and one's desires out of its way and lets it act of its own accord.' John Cage