Posts Tagged ‘ink’
Let me light up!
Detail of work on paper in the studio today
Willow Charcoal, indigo pigment and ink on paper Marianne Potterton 2008-2009
Detail of work on paper in the studio today
Compressed charcoal, indigo pigment and ink on paper Marianne Potterton 2008-2009
I am feeling a bit disgruntled today about certain things so I thought I would make some art about it! Things like not being able to smoke in a pub or cafe. I don’t care what they say it has changed things; people don’t go out and talk and and fun like they used to, they stay in and watch television more. Our freedom is slipping away, bit by bit. Life has gotten so serious, so today I say light up, (a candle if you don’t smoke!) lighten up and liven up!
These drawings started off as stone rubbings from the floor of the Secret Gallery, then I saw that it looked a little like the sea and coast line maybe even the Cliffs of Moher.If you look closely you can see a little boat and a tent, James in search of wilderness!
To say or not to say!
Detail of “Inner and Outer”
Twig, feather and ink Drawing Marianne Potterton 2008
It is a fine balance between leaving the viewer in the dark without any lead into the artwork and overdoing it so that all the mystery is obliterated; boxed and packaged up so tightly that there is no room for the viewers own imagination.I love when people see things in my own work that I had not seen myself. Different things are revealed to different people.
Painting is not an intellectual pursuit; for me at least, it is an attempt to experience the underlying mystery and the unity of all things. I used to think that it was about trying to make some kind of sense or order out of chaos but I now think that it is more about trying to tap into something greater than we normally think of ourselves to be. Proof of being connected to something more then little me! When I paint I feel connected, at least on the good days!
Creative work could be seen as a meeting and merging place for inner worlds and outer worlds, concoctions formed out of both unique and repeating relationships between our own inner and outer relationships with the world and ourselves.
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