As predicted we have been plunged into a period of greige weather. Coincidentally I have created a landscape with no colour. Greige is many things. Initiated by weather it can also be a state of mind or a physical feeling. Outdoors the colour has been rinsed out of everything, much like a landscape in fog. Greige is possibly the love child of fog and mist. Not as dangerous as one or as whimsical as the other. Colour can only be found close to hand, or foot.
But beyond about ten feet, things fade to greige.
Pastel colours are not normally my thing but as I am likely to be surrounded by them for a few days I had a little play around with unusually subtle colours for me.
The funny thing is that I can’t quite bring myself to paint on the papier mache. I love the simplicity of the torn paper edges. Clearly greige is getting to me.
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I’ve never heard the word ‘greige’ but it is so self-descriptive. I’m a huge fan of torn paper as well
I think I invented it. It is one of the great downsides of living in in the mild South West of England. I grew up in the cold but bright winters of Eastern England. This greige is very tiresome.
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Late February is like that here