According to the article in Wikipedia (here), Jack-o’-lanterns originated in Ireland with carved turnips. When the idea emigrated to America, pumpkins were used. The pumpkin is Christine’s. The turnip is mine. Samhain.
I came across images from the Mexican Day of the Dead celebrations many years ago: striking make-up, dramatic clothing, interesting symbolism. A couple of years ago, I saw an advertisement for a Dia de los Muertos celebration in Dublin but
Still working with the blended pastel on rag paper idea but marrying it with some Celtic knotwork. I was looking for something romantic to write over it. And then I thought of Eavan Boland’s poem Quarantine, about the famine. And
I wrote the three Haiku in the last post at different times and it was only when I was messing around with backgrounds that I realised they dealt with different times of day. So, I thought I’d go on into
So, learning from the poor execution of the Haiku in the previous post, I had another go. This time, I didn’t try to do any special lettering. I think that was my error the last time. Instead, I just used
I like the stark look of white on black so I’ve been playing around with lettering and doodles … And my current favourite symbolic image: the dandelion … The subtlety of pastels is intriguing too. On black paper … And
Just experimenting really. Christine is doing a calligraphy course and showed me a technique whereby one scrapes pastels with a knife onto paper and then smudges the shavings with one’s fingers or a cloth to create an interesting background. So
These are a bit rough. And, sad to say, they’re not that original. Most of the ideas are from Pinterest although the rough execution is mine. So, the trees. Too many blobs of paint but they have some potential. I
I love this Yeats poem. A coincidence, a sequence of events, and a bookmark gone astray have inspired its treatment here, both in terms of the artwork and the interpretation of the poem itself. Clicking on the image below will
I framed it.
It’s been a long time coming but I’m pretty pleased with this. All done on used teabags … (If you click on the picture, you can enlarge it)
Sometimes things don’t turn out as one would have liked them to, or as one imagined they might, or as one hoped they would. Most times it doesn’t matter. Sometimes it does. Sometimes one learns from one’s mistakes and doesn’t
Found my Joby Gorillapod (a flexible tripod I bought years ago) and attached it to the camera. Then I decided to try a stop motion experiment. Didn’t take long. A bit jumpy in spots but here it is: