i went back to the local wildlife fen last week and completed these two quick nature studies plein air... as perceived/recorded, limited by time, size and materials... a good artist friend had given me a small sketch pad of watercolour paper; it seemed churlish not to use it... these two studies are in watercolour and watercolour pencil...
i thought it would be interesting to photograph the studies in situ, but in order to get both the drawing/painting and the 'real' landscape in the frame, the wide angle lens made the subject appear much further away than my own perception of it.. it seemed interesting too, in a phenomenological sense, to offer with one image, both the before and after, the past (as i first saw it), the present (as it appears now) and the future (in the objectiveness of such a material study)... and the apparent act of free will or intention in mark-making and gesture and yet controlled by the circumstances in which they are derived...
i guess that if i really pushed myself i could do more studies like this and perhaps get better at them, but this was not the day to pursue that, as it turned out...
there's no place like home
there's no place [quite] like home... this week i chanced upon making an impromptu visit to a local fen by way of an appointment in the area, but i hadn't anticipated being caught in a downpour...these quick photographs seemed interesting enough to post here today, with a very similar colour palette to the small canvas painting shown in the previous post, the little canvas on the prairie…
prairie 2011, 13cm x 13cm
[a view of the fen, before the rain, an overcast afternoon]
[i liked watching the reeds appear to draw ink lines through the surface of the water]
[more reeds & water, but the camera soon gets quite misty eyed]
[another kind of drawing (or an abstract painting), made by rain, water and some reeds]this last photograph reminded me of some quick rain-induced sketches from last year - by that i mean some spontaneous mark-making made in my sketchbook while stranded in the rain (i was out drawing clouds but then the rain came down unexpectedly)...
[sketchbook, in a rainstorm]
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the little canvas on the prairie
another episode in the creative space-time continuum conveniently afforded by my virtually travelling small iCons series... shown here in the now customary small canvas pose...
prairie 2011, 13cm x 13cmi completed four more icon canvases last weekend, this here little prairie being just one of them, the others i might reveal in due course... the iCons are intaglio prints from handmade collagraph printing plates, individually hand-coloured and neatly collaged onto a box canvas...i am aware that the process of making traditional prints then fashioning the prints into more tactile objects (albeit still vaguely pictorial ones) seems also to embody a rural craft aesthetic… and perhaps that is my intention, that they cross that boundary..
and where was this particular canvas headed? why the state of kansas in the usa - but i really should have taken a road map and my virtual reality sketchbook...so, having landed somewhere deep in the kansas prairies, i then travelled back in time, to the dust bowl of the thirties, the association with the wizard of oz a most curious incidental connection in the process, a psychological, imaginary journey conversely inverted... here is another view of my own prairie, perhaps echoing wooden structures battered by a storm, wind-ravaged crops and dark dust clouds settling on a dim horizon...
[prairie 2011, 13cm x 13cm, intaglio collagraph on canvas]my virtual travels slowly unravelled into a bit of an american history lesson... i have seen the wild grass prairies, the fields of shimmering gold and cotton plantations, the enslavement & racial tensions, the old farmsteads & migrant cabins, the depressing dust clouds that shadowed an ecological disaster of mankind's making, dark skies and a slow exodus of people homeless & hungry, straight-as-a-die dust tracks, winds that whipped them westwards, eerie ghost towns & deserted gasoline stations, oil-pumps in skeletal silhouette, herds of roaming cattle, tumbledown tin barns & ranch houses, the rule of law and a sense of order, then a motorcade and a smoking gun, the burning flares of a rocket roaring through the ether, wild rodeo kicks & other cowboy tricks, the neon signs of roadside motels & all-you-can-eat diners serving supersize steaks... from kansas to oklahoma and then onwards to texas - it was all a bit of a whirlwind and i was thankful to be home at last...
[prairie, digitally circularised]i was very moved by some of the images which i viewed in the american library of congress archives, specifically those that related to the 'dust bowl' era - abandoned farmhouses half submerged by soil dunes, seeing only the very top branches of trees, and refugees camped out by the edges of barren fields. i wonder if matters have come full circle again, learning little about the precarious ecological balance of a planet that we want to call our home..but history also provides a means of painting a prettier picture...i used to like watching little house on the prairie as a child. i couldn't remember where exactly it was set, but after a quick trip to the information portal wikipedia i discovered that walnut grove was/is in fact a real place in remote minnesota, but the tv series was filmed in california. i do remember it was loosely based on the true life story of laura ingalls-wilder (whose original series of books inspired the tv series), and i have since discovered she lived in many different places during those pioneering days of the late 1800s...
[prairie 2011, 13cm x 13cm, intaglio print on canvas]so, once transported back to the factual/fictional location of walnut grove, i began to imagine a humbler, simpler way of life in the little homestead surrounded by wild grass meadows and golden fields...of sweet ma & pa ingalls and the too good daughters who looked quite unrelated, laura's tears & ears and mary's blonde hair & blindness, the prairie aprons & pretty dresses, the ribbons & bonnets, the handmade gifts from the heart, the hearth and the kitchen, baking sweet apple pie and the rattle of tin plates & pans, the wooden slat steps up to bed, the belief in the bible, the old reverend and the little white church on a sunday, the faithful horse & wagon, the toil of the land and the bounty of harvest, the bundles of school books and the kindly school teacher, mr olesen the storekeeper, his irascible wife and one very spoilt daughter...i was also reminded of watching the walton's (portraying a different era in american history), whose home, by british standards, seemed to be the size of a small hotel (with very thin walls, apparently)... can anyone imagine one hundred years from now watching with some rose-tinted fondness the stories of how we used to live..?...*prairie has ecological resonances with an earlier work in this iCons series, congo...