Saturday, July 23, 2011

Bring me my scissors of delight ...

Well, it's got a catchy tune ... and I am enjoying getting stuck into this (puns'r'us). It's getting to the complicated, decisions-to-be-decided-upon stage. I always seem to start with the windows, I find they concentrate my mind wonderfully.


Blake and Catherine, his long-suffering wife, were known for stripping off in their garden in Lambeth so I have no doubt they did so in the far less urban surroundings of Felpham, so there they are. At the moment.

"I have very little of Mr Blake's company," Catherine was quoted as saying, "he is always in Paradise."
So I must place much more paradaisical green and pleasant vegetation in here to compliment the Adam and Eve of Felpham.

The archway I think may have been a later addition to the cottage but I have purloined it for 1800 as it has a Blakean, grotto-like feel. The scythe represents an infamous episode which led to Blake's trial for treason in Chichester, which I will relate in my next post being as I am pressed for time right now.

The angels .... Blake used to converse with them and see them in trees. I am not sure the more finished one on the left isn't influenced by my last post and Alan's comments - a bit flower-powery and harking back to those art school days of mine.

Entirely unlooked for effect.
Such is the power of the subconscious...

3 comments:

  1. So interesting seeing these works of yours in progress, Amanda. I really like the way you're handling the mystical imagery - the angels and the arch and the naked couple in the garden - blending it in with the mundane, as in Blake's life and art. Look forward to seeing how this one develops!

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  2. I was taken with the angels above the house. And their size in comparison. It has a Marc Chagall feel to me. Looking forward to see who else shows up!

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  3. I was taken with the angels above the house. And their size in comparison. It has a Marc Chagall feel to me. Looking forward to see who else shows up!

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