I love this Yeats poem. A sequence of events and coincidences, 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)
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:
I’m not holding this out to be anything other than a thing I did. I wasn’t really sure how I should approach it, what different levels of depth I should be aiming for, how I’d complete the detail and so
Doodles, sketches, rough lino cuts … Note to self! For clean lines in lino cuts, I need to use a sharp blade/knife to cut around the lines before using the gouge to scoop out the other stuff. I’ll
Gecko on a teabag! Whatever next?
No. Not more blood this time. Actually struggling with a bad back. I’ve had spasms in the lumbar region for over a week. Yesterday, however, things progressed to quite severe cramps from just above my arse to my knee. Walking
I’ve mentioned this a few times. I’m not sure why, but I love this sculpture in Rosa Luxemburg Platz in Berlin. It’s called Räuberrad, and was erected in 1990. Here’s the Wikipedia entry for it: Räuberrad. Anyway, I’ve made a version of
Not a carving this time. A new entry in thebreakfastblog: Wooden Spoon, Blackrock. Tasty.
… for this post really. Just marking time. Marking wood. Marking paper. Bleeding. Again.
During our August visit to Birr Castle, I picked up a branch and stuck it in the boot of the car. I knew exactly what I wanted to do with it but I didn’t get around to it till this