From watching the wolves move at Combe Martin in North Devon Emma has created a silhouetted wolf with all moving limbs and parts. I borrowed this, played on the photocopier with it, and used to inspire this wood cut I’m currently making.
Emma is working towards animating the wolf, and so this work is like 1/8 of a second, four frames of a stop motion animation.
This wolf paced back and forth, back and forth continually, to mark his scent along the fencing. To reclaim his territory from the thousands of scents left by the summer visitors; to rid his territory of the parfum in our shower gels, deodorants, washing powder and perfumes.
This weekend I discovered that if I didn’t have my camera I would do drawing.
As much as I love taking photos, there was nothing like drawing.
Drawing very fast as the train passed through the countryside at 120mph.
I have to say the drawings done as the train was stopped do make more sense.
I like black squiggles. which is lucky because there are quite a few of them, and there will be lots more now I’ve re-started in the drawing genre.
By drawing what I saw out the train window it means I have held those images in my head. The flash of tall chimneys, the position of sheep and cows grazing, the shape of ‘new’ architecture at Reading Station, the line of fields disappearing over the hill.
