Life’s a cup of tea
general, my art, prints :: posted on August 15th, 2008
Everything seems to come to a point of intensity form time to time, and this seems to be one of those times. The car broke down, again, the computer - partners - got a serious virus that required a total format and there is a sudden pressure on the equipment at uni that just hasn’t been there for ages - right when my work is at one of those peaks where everything starts happening. After many hours, days weeks and months of preparation and small beginnings. But that’s life - isn’t it?
At least there is always a cup of tea.
Or perhaps even a gin and tonic on this rare occasion of plumbing the dark corners of stairways.
Anyway, the masters project is moving along and despite all my kicking and screaming it doesn’t look like finishing before June next year, when I will have all the projects I’m working on to a more finished degree and will surely be totally fed up with thinking about it! The above image is from the sequence of prints in the Precipice series, which may change title and display format at any time along the way to being deemed a finished piece! This print is two or three away from completing this group of nine, which may at any time turn into a group of twelve, or whatever. Such is the ambiguity at this point of the research and considering the effectiveness of the work. Ambiguity? Or is it flexibility? Must be time for that gin….
August 16th, 2008 at 8:39 am
Mmmm gets like that at times days can become weeks that become months which turn into years - trust me on that one! You complain that you have no shoes then you meet someone that has no feet.Very much like this image definately not a Tasmanian casa! Very Queensland or Tropical in general makes me feel very at home…enjoy your tonic which will be the gin.
August 17th, 2008 at 4:30 am
Hi Andrew - yes it is an old Queenslander -though they are still building them in a modern version, there is nothing like the old variety in my eye. I’m from the Sunshine Coast, so very much at home for me as well. The division is referring to the way that many of these rambling old houses have been turned into flats and the little interaction between the sides of the house - etc - I lived in a couple of these flats in Brisbane back … then ….
And I also bow down to your tale of feet - very much aware of the value of everyday life - for example - having once been temporarily paralysed from the upper back down - I think maybe that is why feet tend to be a bit if an obsession of mine! Maybe?
Thanks for your input
Linden