There are new, big, luscious prints hanging around. In the studio mainly.
But I took a few on an outing to my parents house to have a little sing on their coloured walls.
Here they are warming up . .
Now see them sing!
This one is doing high operatic trills against it's acid yellow.
This one is doing a deep, manly opera type thing with it's rich but somehow pink-hued background against the navy wall.
Ding-dong
(I learnt all about proper opera terms from Lou the other day - she would hate these descriptions)
This week I'm interviewing people to come and help with design at Hadley.
So I'm tidying the studio.
We got so many applicants to the jobs and looking through them all I felt very moved by getting a little glimpse into so many peoples creative practises. So many different aesthetics, specialisms and personalities. Isn't it wonderful how we as humans put so much time and effort into making beautiful things to please each other?
That's all.
When to stop.
I'm always adding just a little more fiddly-twiddle to a picture, I love a bit more twiddly-fiddle.
I work very slowly and have had a variety of mushroom pictures laid on my work table for ages now. These ones were standing out by being very clean and glowy. Finally I figured out a little bit of marbled endpaper would bring them into the fold nicely.
And here's a picture of me designing the final piece in the studio, entirely accurate apart from the fact that I brushed my hair, got dressed and wiped the toothpaste off my face for the camera
A little while back I sat down and made some sad textures because I was feeling . . . well . . . sad.
I thought it would be nice to stay sad, to feel my way into it and do some miserable painting but inevitably splashing swoosh paint around was pretty lifting.
I enjoy the outcomes, I think they'll work great in some images of fungi I'm making.