I love working in pastels. And yes, I know it is isn’t Christmas, but I just finished it and wanted to share it.
I wanted to enter an art competition and decided on a photo collage. I grabbed photos from my various albums and concocted an image which I called Walking into Twilight. It did not make the grade. Oh well, better luck next time
I was requested to do a painting a of a group of women in the Eastern Cape. I agreed, not realising the complexity of the task.
Well, the women are painted, it is just the background and now I am not sure how to proceed.
It is that huge mountain in the background that is the problem. I have several ideas, but am battling. Oh well, I will sort it out eventually.
Amanda and I ended up going to the SANG today and found the most amazing military vehicle. A Casspir, completely covered in bead work with a Bible quotation to justify the work. Absolutely beautiful, and in another sense horrible.
Photo credits to Amanda and I as I am not sure who shot which image.
But first a description of the art work by the gallery
The recent death of Judith Mason reminded me of and image she created Not Being Able to Paint in 1992 and it reminded me of the blank moments in my creative career. She sits facing us, hands over-sized, thumbs on the wrong side of her hands, eyes closed, almost grown over with skin, almost unable to move. So RIP Judith Mason who expressed without words the horror of creative block.