Showing posts with label Art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Art. Show all posts

Wednesday, 13 April 2016

Ferroelectric mixed media mayhem?


This is what I started with : a diagram of how ferroelectricity works that I didn't really try to understand. Base image courtesy University of Cambridge DoITPoMS Mathur, Shawl et al http://www.doitpoms.ac.uk/tlplib/ferroelectrics/printall.php

Then I made this on Gimp: 


Then I printed out the Gimp work and made this:


Which should have been fine, except I'd just been reading a piece on handwritten mixed media art journals. So I cut the fucker up: 
Don't feel too badly for it though. As the blue note on the front says: "Talking is just masturbation without the mess." So are most (read: all) of my artistic endeavors. 


 

Which makes blogging them pornographic?



Sunday, 20 March 2016

Princess Ilse

Today's art project, at the suggestion of Stew: a double sided scroll telling a tale in collage.

The scroll is based on a German tale about the Princess Ilse, who, through her own pride,becomes lost and separated from her family and friends and wanders through the woods, falling prey to witches and devils before escaping to discover the value of hard work and the beauties of nature.

The full story can be read here at the International Children's Digital Library. 

The scroll is a duct-tape base, layered over with printed excerpts from the story book, various mountainous naturey clippings, parchment paper, marker, watercolor and acrylic -- and a WHOLE lot of mod podge. 





Sunday, 10 January 2016

Raver Chick


In Stew's words: heh heh . . .Stevie had a creative. 

Saturday, 18 April 2015

Tuesday, 31 March 2015

Takakkaw Falls

Felt like brutalizing a piece of paper with a pencil this evening:


Not really meant to be an accurate representation, but I used the image on the right as inspiration 

Saturday, 15 November 2014

Dress up time?

About once a year I feel the need to color myself stupidly and take pictures in some sort of costume. This day does not necessarily need to fall on Halloween. This year I was only off by a couple weeks. So like a reasonable adult, I indulged myself and played dressup, and then dicked around with the pictures to make them look more frightening than I look already. And that's saying something. This is what happens when I marathon watch American Horror Story.











Thursday, 31 July 2014

On Beauty

I shall be as drab as a peahen.
My hair shall be as tangled ivy,
My teeth stained to ivory.
My legs and darkened places will bear the prickles of a cactus--both warning and challenge.
My flesh shall roll as the hills and meadows; bear those same scars.
My wardrobe a coat of many colours, clashing and threadbare.
And I will be beautiful, for I will be myself.




Sunday, 12 January 2014

Lake Simcoe

Why yes, this does look very similar to the last "art" I posted. A sign that I need to find my creative spark again? Oh, probably.

Thursday, 5 December 2013

Imagined Cities . . .

. . .away from here  . . .

. . .cuz here is cold and nobody likes it. 

Monday, 28 October 2013

Sunday, 20 October 2013

Dark Tower

Why do so many fantasy/scifi/horror stories feature dark towers? I don't know. Here's one to feed your imaginnations, though.

Thursday, 29 August 2013

Unexpected embroidery

Hoopla: The Art of Unexpected Embroidery






















This is a book we got in recently at Special Collections. Pretty interesting stuff, showcasing guerrilla styled stitch-art that challenges the traditions of textile crafts, and brings new, unexpected life to the ordinary.  I didn't get a chance to read the whole thing, but from what I saw, it looked pretty cool. So allow me to share with you some examples of unexpected embroidery, in which the ordinary is made extraordinary:

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But this isn't a post about embroidery, this is a post about poetry. It is a post about how poetry is its own kind of embroidery--and the more unexpected, the better it is (imo, anyway). To borrow a notion from H.G. Widdowson, most poetry is, at its heart, about some very general, very basic theme. Like "love hurts" or "flowers are pretty". What makes the words worth reading at all, much like what makes the piece of bread above worth looking at, is the embroidery.

Take a rather dull, straightforward theme like "my life sucks and is meaningless". We've all felt this, but phrasing it in this way doesn't even come close to describing it, and is certainly not entertaining. Put this sentiment in a poet's hands, however, and we get:

For I have known them all already, known them all;
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,                       50
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
  So how should I presume?

  And I have known the eyes already, known them all—
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?                    60
  And how should I presume?

(Prufrock, ladies and gentlemen)

Captures the essence of the rather simple dull sentiment much better, doesn't it?

So whether you're doing it with a needle and thread, or with words, I sort of feel like embroidery is at the heart of creation, and the more unexpected the embroidery is--sometimes the more unlike embroidery it becomes--the more interesting the creation can be.



Tuesday, 27 August 2013