An English artist indulging my passion for landscape and pattern and attempting to capture a sense of a particular place.
Currently immersed in this huge writers' houses project that has taken hold of me and which happily combines my love of collage (recycling magazines) with literature, architecture, gardens and history.
Main website: www.amandawhite-contemporarynaiveart.com
Friday, March 4, 2011
The Four Seasons
Right, here is the full 4 season set as photographed with my daughter's Canon. A nice hefty proper camera that you can actually look through a viewfinder (is that the word I am casting around for?) with, instead of squinting at a stupid tiny reflecting screen and pressing the button on a wing and a prayer.
Thus spake a confirmed Luddite...
I am rather pleased with them and the fact that I think I pulled off the idea of capturing a separate and distinct atmosphere in each one.
Reading the Gittings biography of Keats and the letters between his friends and relatives helped with details to create a little world in each: Carlo the dog; the writing of the Ode to a Nightingale under the plum tree; the "fine fellow" that was the song thrush watched by Keats and Fanny Brawne, and lastly the Wentworth Place cats and the denuded plum tree recalling "In a drear-nighted December/ Too happy, happy tree/ Thy branches ne'er remember/ Their green felicity ...."
It's not often things turn out the way I mean them to, but on this occasion they did and I am satisfied. Good feeling. What was it that Vaughan-Williams said about "I don't know whether it's any good, but it's what I meant". Probably entirely misquoted, but a good maxim to (creatively) live by.