Image from centripetalnotion.com
Got the bug for Altered books, so I've been doing a little surfing - and came across these amazing works.
Brian Dettmer not only alters books - he alters other used items - cassette tapes, old maps - anything he can carve into, melt or otherwise modify. More of his works here and here and his Wikipedibio here
The Box of Delights
I don’t normally receive an intriguing “knock on the door” on Valentines’ Day – but this year, I did. Then, when I saw the carrier standing there with an enormous parcel, I assumed that it was a clothing order for Alec. It was only when I brought it inside, and saw my name on the label, that I knew that something special might be lurking inside.
Altered book pages
It all started a few weeks ago, when I mentioned here on the blog that I am preparing new courses and workshops, and that one of the things that I did was to run “Memory book” and “Memory Box” workshops. I mentioned how costly “art” papers and scrapbooking materials can be – and received in return some very welcome and helpful thoughts on how to create or discover inexpensive materials.
More pages from the delicious altered travel book
I also had a kind message from Rachel Scott – we have exchanged half a dozen emails over my last couple of years blogging, and she generously offered to send me some items from her own “stash” of scrapbooking and art journaling resources. I awaited an envelope, but, being under the influence of “elderbrain syndrome”, completely forgot about the offer within days – a lot of other “stuff” was invading my life and demanding priority attention at the time.
So when the parcel, which measures something like 18”x 15” x 4” and weighs a LOT, arrived, it was not until I saw Rachel’s signature on the paperwork that I put two and two together.
Papers from Rachel's "Ladies" collection
And when I opened the box? “I looked in and all around, saw wondrous things”
I’m still gasping. As I took all the items out this morning to take these photographs, I am enthralled by the art-making possibilities, but I am also amazed at Rachel’s generosity. “Thank you, thank you; thank you!!” seems all too little an expression of gratitude.
But I think there will be many other people who will also be touched by Rachel’s generosity - all the friends and clients who will attend my workshops.
"Travel" inspirations
I will put part of the materials to practical use, but I will also keep a selection of each sort of item (art papers, wallpaper borders, tags, tiles, embellishments, altered book) in the box, just as they are, to become a travelling exhibition of “what to use, how to use it, what to look out for” whenever I am giving a workshop or talk. The story of how the items came to me will always be told.
Tiles
In a few weeks time, I will be visiting the Cancer Care day centre at my local hospital to run just these sorts of workshops – be very sure that this box, and the story of how kindness and generosity have stretched their embracing arms across the Atlantic ocean to touch the hearts of many here in England, will go with me.
Thank you Rachel – your gift is deeply appreciated.
I’ve never been much of a fan of Henry Moore, if I’m honest. I guess that for me, he fell into the "Damien Hurst" category of being somewhat obtuse and doing things for effect – for "shock value" only.
But on Friday, I had my view changed almost instantly – not by looking at his sculptures outdoors in Kew Gardens, (Where 30 or so of his major works or on display) but in the small indoor display of his sketchbook ideas and working drawings.
Alongside some of the small maquettes of his work were some of the natural items from which he took his inspiration – a box of small flints and a larger chunk, a couple of pieces of driftwood, tree roots, a ram's horn, a shell, sheep's tooth. Suddenly, the scales fell from my eyes and all became clear – he created his forms from the natural artefacts all around him. Especially connected for me were the female figures, which seem to metamorphose from and back to the flints – Earth Goddesses of the most literal kind, drawn from the earth and merging back into the landscape again.
I walked back out into the Gardens and suddenly, transformationally, I was looking with different eyes at the pieces which half an hour before had meant little to me. Not for the first time, the sketchbooks and the natural inspirations for works of art brought the works themselves to life. After absorbing their meaning, after following the pathway that the creator took himself, I was able to appreciate something of what the sculptures were all about and what he was trying to communicate with them.
Edit the above as pretentious rubbish if you like! But enjoy the sculptures themselves in the images here. I was able to gain more by being able to see them "in the round" and with the light changing on their surface as the day passed – and we will visit again, in the winter, to see how the changed landscape around changes our perception of the sculptures. But tell me what you gain from these photographs that I might have not seen – I am willing to go on even more of a journey through your own observations.
I see a seedpod here - what is it that you see?
While continuing the mega-muck-out of my office today, I came across
a slip of paper. It is something I copied last year from one of my
favourite places - the Ruskin Gallery in Sheffield. Surrounded by some of the wonderful artefacts belonging to John Ruskin's Guild of St George, there is a corner with paper, pens & seats supplied, and this exhortation on the wall to those who pass by......
"In our busy lives, we often miss the chance to look closely at the
world. We may be unaware that if we look at a tiny feather, we can trace
structures, patterns or the way colours catch the light. Artists try to
see clearly the world around us. Imagination and skills of hand then
transform this seeing into something new. The works artists make
encourage us to go back and look closely. Often we then begin to see
things differently. Please sit and draw."
This is a message to me, from the Universe, via a scrap of paper, to
pick up my pen again.
I love to read Karen Winters "Creative Journey" and Richards Bell's' "Wild Yorkshire" .They follow the suggestion to "please sit and draw" almost every day.
How about me? How about you?
I'm sorry for my absence for the last few weeks - since returning from
Portugal, life has been hectic here. Firstly with preparations and send
-offs for my younger son, (who is at the moment visiting Toronto and
canoeing the French River as part of his Duke of Edinburgh's Gold Award
expedition). I've also been busy completing various assignments for the last few
weeks attendance at my Diploma in Counselling course.
But today is Alec's birthday, and today we celebrated in style, visiting
the Royal Botanical Gardens at Kew, just outside London - a special
expedition of our own, that had been marked down as "must see" when
first announced, back last year - the installation of 45 pieces of Dale
Chihuly's works of art in glass. We were not disappointed.
The exhibition of his pieces, scattered amongst the spectacular plants,
hanging gloriously, gracefully from the great Victorian greenhouses and
scattered joyously across the Great Pond, with one exultatory boatful of
rainbow coloured, sunlight electrified glass swirls, spirals and globes
just made my heart sing and my feet dance with delight. It was the most
thrilling thing I have seen for years - not since my dear friend Boyd
visited London three years ago and first introduced my to my first
Chihuly chandelier in the foyer of the Victoria and Albert Museum.
If you live in the UK, drive, get a tube or a train to Kew. If you are
in Europe, hop on a plane. Even if you are in the USA - if you have a
few spare days and a few spare dollars, hop on a plane as well - I
guarantee, you will not be disappointed.
Enough of words......you need to see the pictures. Enjoy and give thanks
for such glorious adventures in art.
This is the handpainted sign from our local pub, "The Gun", where we
often have Sunday lunch. There has been a building on the site for many
centuries, the name of the pub alluding to the fact that it stands on
the outskirts of the area that was the site of the 1st Battle of Newbury
in 1643, one of the important battles of the English Civil War. It is,
in fact, believed that the building originally functioned as a hospital
station during the battle.
Evidence of the fighting is spread all over the area of Wash Common -
people frequently turn up archaeological finds of musket, cannonball and
other militaria. Autumn Cottage lies about three miles away from the
battlefield, and even here we have found interesting items in the
garden. The most interesting of these is the lead top from what was
called an "apostle" - a measure of gunpowder, carried in a bandolier
across the chest.
We have been told that the cottage was inhabited from about 1700, but
that before that it may well have been part of some farm buildings - so
it is quite likely that soldiers travelling on their way to or from the
fray may have holed up here. I like to think so, anyway - so romantic!
As we are having a thorough overhaul of the garden this year, I am
toying with the idea of carrying out a more comprehensive dig there. I
have literally boxes and boxes of artefacts that have been retrieved in
the general course of digging the flower beds and when building work has
occurred, but it would be interesting to carry out a more thorough,
accurate dig and record it properly. A good friend is the retired
Curator of the local museum, whose expertise I should be able to call
upon. I'll have to think more about this...
This is one of my recent efforts at collage. Another on line friend who
owns her own Yahoo list called "Armchair Travelling" has encouraged the
idea of an "Artist of the Month" in the group. Last month we focussed on
Jean Cocteau - and this is the collage that I created as a result.
Initially started with paper & acrylic paint, then scanned and script
added digitally. It's only a quick effort, but I am learning more about collage all the time. I enjoy the facilites offered by digital manipulation, but there is something missing in not having the wonderful textures of a mixed media work to enjoy. Swings and roundabouts, I suppose.
This month we are finding out more about the authoress Georges Sand, one
time mistress of Frederic Chopin, but also an accomplished writer and
woman of the word. (I meant to write "world" here - but I think the slip
in fact describes her better :-)). I am enthusiastic to join in such an
enterprise as this - we can vote for our choice for the next month, but
I am quite happy to "lose" the vote - because then I discover more about
someone with whom I might be totally unfamiliar - which is much more of
an exciting adventure, don't you agree?
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