Growbags with an Orange View

Growbags with an Orange view, fused plastic collage with stitching 17 x 18cm

I began this week by looking at Alice Mumford's 'Still Life in Window'. it was sitting on the table as I'd shown it to Jos. I had collected two Sainsbury's bags (one with something I bought at the carboot sale and the other because I didn't have a bag in the car).  Earlier I had done a survey for my friend's daughter for her art foundation and I found myself choosing orange as my colour of HOPE, an outlook of orange, a sunny view. 

Mumford's painting has a series of rectangles and squares - a sash window opened from the bottom, a table, a view and walls. Although I had plenty of blues in my dining on plastic bag, I thought I'd work differently today, fusing blues over different colours to get a different range of blues. I cut up whites, creams, blues, oranges and  then a few greens. Instead of making a whole piece and cutting it up I fused five smaller pieces, abutting  colour next to colour in ways that felt exciting; then I cut them up, moving them around until I was ready to assemble my collage, ironing each piece to another to make a squarish shape.

Last weekend we planted up some pots of tomatoes.  I had been instructed to use tomato growbags as my compost.  The mustard is the grow bag and an exciting new colour for me! The last piece I added to the collage was the lemon yellow near the middle.

Seeing the Howard Hodgkin exhibit inspired me.  Those portraits! As I look at this I can almost see H H.  Perhaps I should make a series. Alice, Howard, etc…?

Highland Spring Greens

Highland Spring Greens, fused plastic stiching and paint, 21 x 21

We've been eating a lot of leftovers and our glut of chicken eggs so it was lucky that while cleaning up I found a bag of plastic I brought back from the lakes that I had forgotten about.  While staying in Seathwaite, we bought all our groceries at Booths.  The plastic bags are a grey blue. The cottage didn't have towels and we hadn't brought any so I got a big blue bag from the shop where I bought them, as it was raining… the lettuce bags had fuscia and this week I got a big bag of spinach.  Then there is that forest green from Fishers. But my favourite plastic was the purple to lavender of the Highland Springs water wrapper.

The collage got dark very quickly and it was only by layering and ironing some pieces onto white that I was able to create any movement and depth. I wanted to evoke our hike, again, but through a kaleidescope of time.

I was disappointed not to be selected for a few things this week and in response I made a pile of mail art, using plastic.  That was curative. I began this yesterday and went to sleep and then to London on what I needed to tie this piece together.  To me it was obvious so I came out this evening to mix some carmine, magenta and burnt umber.  After that it needed a little prussian blue and white paint.  Now that it's all done, I can't help seeing something of Maine where the mountains meet the sea.

Happy Hour with Peanuts, High Stile

The title for this piece comes from a Paul Klee quote, ' Color possesses me. I don't have to pursue it. It will possess me always, I know it. That is the meaning of this happy hour: Color and I are one. I am a painter." 

I began with the latest pieces of plastic I had acquired: a Marks and Spencer's bag, a Jacobs cream crackers packet, a bag of mixed nuts, salad bags, and a Doriano biscuit wrapper.  I added a bit of that kelly green from an old RA mailing (not members this year) because I needed that. I had been thinking about Klee, Mali Morris - she's coming to talk in Colchester on Friday, Howard Hodgkin and Rothko.  In my mind these people gravitate towards bold shapes and colours. The Marks and Spencer's bag and my recent foray into grids for Nichola Orlick's exhibit in Kyoto was still in the back of my mind. I had finished putting a portfolio together for something coming up, so felt light, happy.  It was happy hour.

With my stitching I like to accentuate colour relationships, to move them back, bring them forward and the colours in the frame seemed to make the most of the inner life of the happy hour. It was hard to keep it simple but I resisted the temptation to complicate things.

High Stile was where we stayed in the Lakes.  Happy Hour in HIgh Style says Jazz to me.

Fishers, Werthers, Coffee & Watendalth

Last week we were walking in the Lakes. When I say walking, I mean walking, and in all weather.  The first day we found snow at the top of Great Gable.  One of the highlights of that almost six hour walk was when Hudson made coffee on the side of the mountain. The only downside was that we knew weather was coming and some of us didn't have gear that would protect us adequately.  Thanks to two trips to Fishers, now we do.

The second day we walked in the pouring rain to Watendalth. My memory of that was the loose stones and the bridge to the village. There was a lot of zig-zagging to avoid slipping, and we were all a bit stiff and weak in the knees from the day before. 

The third day we went to the top of Robinson.  Although it was raining and misty, the very red soil captured my imagination and reminded me of a walk long ago to the top of Mount Kenya. Patrick passed out the Werther's Originals on the way up, but on the way down we were holding on for dear life to fences, gorse, moss, branches -everything - down the steep path.  It was a pity when we got to the car and discovered we didn't have the keys and had to walk another hour and another 1500 feet to the other car, rain still pummeling us. 

This piece is full of layers, feels rain splattered and weathered, to me.  As I tried to make these thoughts abstract enough to feel successful, I fear I lost some of the enthusiasm I felt as I walked.