This is another fabric I have just rust dyed, with the clutch plate of a Peugot 106, according to the bloke in the junk/boat yard. .....I'm thinking tumulus, ancient burials doodahs. The fabric is about a metre long, maybe I should just leave it as it is, but my stitching fingers are itching. I have an alarming stash accumulated of rust dying, I must convince tutor that it is part of my oeuvre....
Which may be partly because we did our Museum visit today [first day back at art school, I was grumpy last night, we have been off so long over Xmas that having to get up and out in the morning felt like going to work] but in the event was quite exciting. The snow has been rained off, the air is mild [10 degrees] and it was fun to be part of something again.
My theme for this semester is going to be the Nude, the aged female I suspect, as that arouses the most interest in my likewise ancient mind, so this fellow may not signify, but it is a bold pic.
Tomorrow I hope to carve a wood block and print one of the ladies.
2 comments:
It must have been so uncomfortable being mesolithic Venus with huge breasts like that. Do you think they bound them up with skins or grasses to stop them bouncing when out hunting? The ancestor of the living bra.
Crop circles came to mind for the first pic.
I presume that then as now it was mostly men who go to do the status art and their imaginations were bigger than their eyesight.
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