Every Saturday morning I have to drive into Kent to pick up my CSA from a farm near Columbus so I get to walk the whole length of the market marveling at all the colors and shapes of vegetables. Besides the veggies there is goat cheese, flowers, baked goods, perogies and vegan treats. It's a lovely way to spend part of my day...
My sister didn't want me to take her picture, but I think she looks like she belongs at the market with her wire basket.
And last, my father looking for sweet corn, it's getting late for that, but we did find some. More art later, I'm going to go walk the dog....
It was last Saturday, the collage party commenced and confronted with this arrangement there was no other title that would do! All I had to translate was the obvious message on the paper and I knew all about Eurydice's family, there were 4 children, 1 boy and 3 girls. From the looks of them they may have been quadruplets. I could spend all day searching for meaning in the vagaries of images and text, ahhh! Almost heaven!
All the men on fire, all together. I don't even know which one is #6 but it's in here somewhere. I may add some other pieces of paper on the text border so it isn't completely done yet but you get the idea.
I went back to the samaras for the accent on these, instead of egg shell, both still interest me and both are remnants of beginnings.
The actual piece does not have to slight bow to it, that's my camera giving a fish-bowl effect when I take a close-up. Someday I will know how to avoid that!
This is not the last of 6, it's a tangent that I went off on during the 6 red pieces. Sometimes a photo or composition has a life of it's own and it spins off into it's own territory......the territory here is similar to "Violet Pierced with the Word" which is in this blog somewhere on earlier pages. I'm not certain what the title of this will be, but it will have something to do with the nautilus. They are amazing creatures. I am ashamed to say I have a 1/2 shell because I learned after buying it that they are over-fished.
Just now reading "Lives Like Loaded Guns" a bio of Emily Dickenson. The writing is sometimes densely poetic (though that makes a certain sense) but the story is incredible.
....so I'm thinking this is the last of 6, but no, it's simply #5. Good thing I'm not making the requisite "serious" work of art that measures 10'x10' of these things. I know I'd lose some, or make too many. As it is, with this plan, I found 3 I'd already pasted together in my sketchbook behind a brochure. I thought I had done this, but then couldn't find them. The perils of working in multiples!
Number 4 of 6 and all will go on a red paper, probably with text on the edges. Maybe. We'll see. When they're finally all done and ready to get together I'll know for sure. All these men in suits, the 50s were so formal.