A dyed in the wool Londoner, he nevertheless has a connection to my favourite county, Sussex, having lived in the idyllic village of Felpham for three years (1800-1803) during which time he produced the strangely wondrous words for Jerusalem. The cottage, then called Rose Cottage, still stands but is privately owned.
So I have decided it is to be my next collage capture.
Here is the roughest of rough beginnings:
And here is an engraving of the building by the great man himself:
I think the blue is too strong. I want to keep to the true Blakean palette. That means a lot of whittling down of cuttings scraps ... watch this space!
You know we have something in common. The funny cigs and joss sticks ( memories) and your Sussex connection. We moved from Brighton. You didn`t go to Reigate Art School by any chance?
ReplyDeleteNo, Croydon, though not so far away as the drow flies really ... but remember riding horses and drinking extremely strong homebrew cider in Reigate.
ReplyDeletedrow? lord that's what funny cigs and zider does for you.
ReplyDeleteLooking forward to how you do this. Love the combination of the literary and artistic themes. Blake would approve!
ReplyDeleteAhhhhhhh! Yes Thats what does it. Thats what makes them so interesting.
ReplyDeleteYes I seemed to spend all my time at art school in the pub drinking cider ans listening to Bob Dylans Freeweelin.
ReplyDeleteThe idea of Blake approving has me on my knees eating humble pie, Robin!
ReplyDeleteDrinking in the pub was a luxury for me, Alan. You must have had a much more generous grant. We were more likely to be found in the greasy spoon opposite sharing capuccinos.