The night the crocodile eat the moon

FOUND THINGS

I found and image the other day it was just a bit of pavement near the kid’s school, broken and mended and worn. The soft pale greys contrasting beautifully with the red of the left over grit. It got me thinking about the images I use, about what gets me going and how I am more about trying to present what I have found than actually making the images myself. It also made me think of the girl who won the school of Saatchi programme and some of the conversations that were going on at that time amongst family and friends, about it not being “real art” because she just found it. Perhaps then the art is in the finding of the images, or maybe I am not a real artist ether;) I just wish I didn’t find the presenting them such a struggle sometimes. Mind you at other times I find the process a sheer joy even if the results don’t always hit the mark.

I am going back to that bit of pavement this weekend weather permitting with my camera.

Itching to get going and a little frustrated by the snow, the school has been closed and the not getting into work didn’t bother me as much as the not getting into my studio. Yesterday however my partner took the kids sledging and gave me a couple of hours up there. I managed to take a proof print off the lino I had been cutting but it needs more work (didn’t get as much cutting as I had hoped to but hey ho that’s Christmas).

So I decided to do a monotype I had been planning. At last some satisfaction messy painty, colour, summer colours!. I was having fun but I over ran, the family came back and I lost my flow a little pleading with my 4 year old that he could watch but please don’t touch…..he just couldn’t help it. I cleaned him up and managed to finish my print I think I was quite pleased with it…so a good start.