Autumn
I am going to start this
blog with a quote from a friend, Alison Lees, who, as a fellow artist is
incredibly sensitive to her surroundings and aware of the changes that the
seasons bring.
‘Yesterday as I was outside,
I noticed a particular movement in the trees. We looked up and stared and it
was very clear, right then and there that Autumn walked in! Amazing and
beautiful.’
Autumn always brings with it
mixed feelings for me. I am disappointed by the darker shorter days and the
general chilliness in the air, but I am enthralled by the beautiful display of
colour in the foliage of both the trees and plants.
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| Early morning autumn sunlight on the wibbly-wobbly walls. |
Autumn sunlight is low and
sharp. It glows. This morning it shone on the side of our wibbly-wobbly straw
bale garden studio and it highlighted the texture of the wall, the brushstrokes
of the lime-wash and the beauty of the plum tree in its shadow form.
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| Shadow plum tree on cob rendered walls. |
I find this time of year is
a good time to focus on the detail, the wonder of it all, as we go into a
slower mode of being.
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| Detail. |
Autumn slows me down. It feels like there is less time to
want to fit ‘it’ all in. I look forward to the darker evenings so that I can
get cosy in the house and not expect so much of myself.
Pace
Autumn is my slow down
signal. I always used to try and ‘keep the pace’ up at this time, but now I
tend to recognise that I need to slow down. If I don’t, I start getting the
inevitable cold and cough and then things quickly start to go pear shape. That
is one of the great things about walking, it is all about pace. Walking pace is,
as a human, our natural speed to observe and understand our surroundings.
Last
week I collected my first sweet chestnuts of the season, these were found by
remembering where I saw the trees last year, walking up to and around them and
looking down into the recent leaf litter and spying the bright green spiky
balls. This can't be done virtually, digitally or any other way than to be
present. I had to go there myself and seek them out.
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| One of Jo Barkers harvest mandalas, not chestnuts, but beautiful. |
In making this decision to
go and harvest these seasons’ gifts I was allowing myself the time and the
commitment to be there, to pace myself to the season, to walk, look, recognise
and gather. It could be seen as a bit trivial, but I believe the more we engage
with the land around us in a seasonal way the more we begin to appreciate our
connection with it and nature itself. In this time of gathering in the harvest
in preparation for the colder darker days ahead it is only honest to recognise
that we too are animals and will need to change our behaviour in tune with the seasons.
Process
It is with interest that I
type this word and only just now, realise that that it has two meanings. I was
going to write about the process of preparing a body of new work for the
imminent Artists Open Studio event that starts next week. But as I wrote the word,
I read it as process, as in to ‘walk in procession’. Both are about movement,
the first one is a movement of thought that takes ideas through a series of
changes to become something else. The ‘walk in procession’, speaks for itself,
it is movement.
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| Above are two paintings reflecting the spirit of that place. Top- Canterbury Catherdral, Bottom- St. Margarets' Bay. |
The project that I am working on is about how people connect to
place through walking. This will involve them encountering exterior space as
they walk. Trained as a spatial designer, I know the influence of how an
interior space can influence the mood of someone either walking into/through it
or spending some time in the space.
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| Detail of 'Cathedral secrets'. Playful movement. |
Just imagine if we all became re-tuned in to
our outside environments.
We may be able to recognise the ‘tricks’ of the
trade; use of colour, finish, proportion etc that retail designers, for example
use on us. We gradually lose this ability to see, the more familiar and safe we feel in
that environment. Major supermarket chains use these tricks to allow us to
choose our ‘favorite’ store and therefore feel safe enough to spend our money
there, on a regular basis. If we were able to learn to recognise, at a walking
pace, all that nature, the land and the changing seasons had to offer, we could
become much richer without spending a penny!
Playing
The process that I have
found to be the most successful with creating a new body of work is very
playful. I have looked to my older original paintings to inspire me.
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| 'I Dream', original painting. |
I have
always painted freely. I have never come to the canvas with a preconceived idea
of what to paint, I wouldn't know what to choose for a start! I like the meditative quality of painting; the choosing of
the colours, the paintbrush size, the way I mix paints together, the flow. So,
in looking to my existing paintings for inspiration I came across a series of
‘motifs’ that frequently occur in my work. These are trees, birds and paths.
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| Working with motifs. |
So
I set out to simplify the originals by tracing over them, creating a basic line
drawing from the positive and negative spaces on the canvas.I have written about this way of looking before, 'the space between'.
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| Looking at positive and negative space. |
These I reduced
down and then used carbon paper to transfer onto another material to colour in.
The whole process has been like a form of Chinese whispers. The end result has
been a joy to colour in with no overarching angst, just a playful experiment. The
pace of the work has suited the season. It has transformed an older image into
something simpler, quite new and fresh.
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| Working from my original designs. |
I have started a Facebook
page with a pseudonym, why? well why not? It is playful and fun. It can be found here.
Poetry
As the evenings get darker I
find that I start to look for good poetry pieces to snuggle up with, as I get
cosy. They can be beautiful to look at too, as the next photo shows.
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| These are Native American Lyrics; poetical verse. |
I suppose
that the words could be seen as processing across the page. Now that’s a
thought…
I wanted to leave you with
one other, a quote by Yeats but I cant find the correct words, it goes
something like this ; to read a good poem in January is equal to a summers walk
in June.
But in researching the
correct words I came across these instead;
‘We live in a fast-paced
society. Walking slows us down.’ Robert Sweetgall
That will do, point made. I
am off now for a walk.
Please feel free to look at
that anytime, as it is from that, that I am where I am now.)
