Time and place

The summer blues:

Hiding in my den

oaks loom. Me, counting slowly

trying to stretch time.

Tucked away in the meadow at the garden..will people leave the path and reach this haiku? Will they look? Does it matter? 

Next week going to the Folkestone Triennial - lots of site specific art around the town. Can't wait to ride in the water powered funicular up the cliff and listen to Martin Creed's contribution/walk on the Dover cliffs and eat fish and chips on the beach. Cut through reality? Holiday.

Trees and pyramids

Following on from the last sketch, experimenting with open bite (exposing parts of the plate to acid). Just revisiting what is so attractive about etching for me ..the mixture of chemistry/ timing/ and the sheer physicality of working in light/dark...all the mystique of old fashioned photography (yes lots of washing but plates not prints) without being stuck in a dark room. And at the end turning a handle to produce a print through the analogue press.  (Not that I don't absolutely love my computer).

A garden in summer? It has to be roses!

From a distance

In the sketchbook prints  I've tended to concentrate on the closeup. So feeling like a different perspective I took large sheets of paper, weighted down on the path with stuff I had with me and drew standing up bending over. It was hot..fantastic (the ink dried quickly).