Ponderings have very little planning , just musings about things that come up in daily life. August has been slightly different as I am running the Instagram campaign for an Art Group.Every day for a month a prompt word from a list compiled by someone else is given to members. I just upload an image and remind members what the word of the day is. For ease, despite not being the biggest fan of this kind of themed/prompt style of running social media, I decided to use the same word to inspire my bloggings. It has not been as hard as I imagined. Today is day 20 of the prompts for August and Pandemic Pondering #200. The word is ‘throwback’ . Things could not be any worse. If I dislike prompts I dislike the predictable ones even more. For example Monday Motivation, Throwback Thursday, Friday Feeling.It was with horror I realised that a ‘special number’ pondering #200 would be saddled with one of my least favourite prompts.Crazy really as pondering is an almost constant reflecting back.My relationship with prompt words just reflects a bigger antithesis to being controlled while being creative.I adapt recipes.I dance like noone is watching.I used to reassign colours and numbers with paint by numbers sets.The last one is bonkers 😂. How I wish I had kept them. It was an early manifestation of a curious mind not quite happy to conform.This August prompting experience has taught me to just get on with it. Something I’m more than happy to do in real life but resistant to in my creative space.That’s my pre-pondering over, time to get on with throwing back.Serendipity, a key word in pondering throws me back to last Saturday/Sunday when this crazy arrangement happened @theoldmortuary.
Three things with identical colours collided on our coffee table.The first and most permanent one is The Vanity of Small Differences by Grayson Perry.Link to Grayson Perry
https://g.co/kgs/cSpNur
An art/sociological essay style picture book for adults. A lovely book to dip into for lots of reasons. His illustrations are completely engaging, our two year old grand daughter also loves it for the funny stories you can make up using his pictures.The second item creating Serendipity was this unexpected free gift from a coffee roasting company, it had arrived with our coffee bean order and was left on the table.
Link to Butterworths
https://butterworthandson.co.uk/The third serendipitous item was this lovely bunch of locally grown fresh flowers, that arrived in the hands of some friends who came for supper on Saturday night.
This lovely bunch of flowers pulled the whole crazy colour and pattern match together. They were bought from one of the many road side stalls that can be found in the lanes of the Tamar Valley. Historically the Tamar Valley was one of the very important areas for growing fruit and veg because of its rich soil and gentle, warm and wet, climate. The produce was shipped and later carried by train to London for customers from all over the country. These flowers and the produce stalls they come from are all that is left from a growing region that, relatively, grows no more.Link to Tamar Valley AONB
https://www.tamarvalley.org.uk/about/maps/Pandemic Pondering #200 done. Where will we be by #300.
Author: theoldmortuary.design
theoldmortuary has been a blog for about five years. It has evolved into an almost daily event. Pondering on the things that are inspired by my daily life. Often mundane, sometimes repetitive I swerve from hyperlocal activity to big and small thoughts without blinking an eye. I am an artist and writer. My hometown is Plymouth in South West England, part of me will always be connected to London and another part loves to travel.
Pandemic Pondering #153
Wet on Wet is the Art Group Prompt.That is quite a challenge for a blog.Wet on Wet is a painting technique, where layers of wet paint are applied onto an already wet surface. I am not an expert at this technique. I’ve never used it with oil paints . I do use it with watercolour, but I’m not the best practitioner. It can turn out dreadfully badly, or with practise you can get lucky. Having a good teacher helps immeasurably.
Forder Creek
And finally and importantly.A Left Hand Cleaving Water
This last picture is an important link to non arty wet on wet.P.SA pandemic revelation! @theoldmortuary have become hooked on wild water swimming. Not something that you expect to read in an artyfarty blog. But with a prompt like wet on wet, added to us living in Cornwall that particular prompt lends itself to wild swimming too. It can rain a bit in Cornwall. We are fairly enthusiastic swimmers in warmer climates but swimming outside in Britain has been pretty infrequent until this pandemic. Without access to swimming pools since March and with no holidays on the horizon, swimming was off our radar until about 10 days ago. Some friends invited us to go to a beach for an early morning swim and we haven’t stopped going. Wet on wet refers to us not caring about rain , which is very curious. We’ve taken the plunge a few times in the rain without any worries.We’ve even talked about wet suits to prolong our season.Pandemic Pondering- exploring Wet on Wet two ways.
Pandemic Pondering#152
The Art Group prompt word takes @theoldmortuary to some interesting places. Who doesn’t love a landscape?
My thing for years has been abstract landscapes. For this blog I plunged into my ideas and inspiration file.
I am intrigued and galvanized by nature’s ability to always overwhelm the constructs that man creates or just change the way things look. In doing so there is often unexpected beauty.
The dunes suffocating a beach hut at Wells-next-the-sea, Norfolk.
Here is an urban reclamation. Tarmac in Dulwich Park being broken up by tree roots and covered by autumn leaves and other natural detritus.
Nature is not exactly reclaiming this wall, but the Landscape Street Art is so famous as a site for Instagrammers that it is being worn away by sweaty hands and carefully posed leaning. This picture was taken some time after it was painted but before it became insanely popular as an Instagram background.
Alex Croft painted this as a commission for Goods of Desire. Countless Instagram photos feature this slowly fading wall.
Closer to home our century plus garden wall looked like a hedge as ivy took control.
It took quite a bit of effort to bring it back to wall status.
Next up 2 beaches slowly consuming man made structures.
And finally some box fresh images taken on Monday evenings combined swim and dog walk adventure.
A landscape shaped by the sea. Even if you visit this beach every day it will always be different.
Harlyn Bay, Cornwall
Pandemic Pondering #151
Wave is the prompt word of the Art Group. It would be easy living, as I do, close to the sea to share pictures of lapping waves. But today the word Wave gives me a direct link with our other home zone, Lambeth, London.
Not Waving but Drowning is a poem I loved as a teenager. Filed in my mind but not actually reread until today. I find it’s exquisite accuracy even more moving with a perspective altered by many years of adulthood, and the growing understanding of the fragility of young male mental health.
It is the most famous of Stevie Smith’s poems,published in 1957, it addresses death, as much of her work does, without sentiment.
And so on to the Lambeth connection.
Not Waving but Drowning is the second album by Loyle Carner a Lambeth born Hip-Hop artist. I’m not sure I’ve worked out why the album shares its name with Smith’s poem but Loyle is an Ambassador for CALM which is a charity working to support mens mental health. Hip Hop might not be your thing but Carners lyrics are as sharply accurate as Smith’s poetry.
https://www.thecalmzone.net/
Both the poetry of Smith and the lyrics of Loyle Carner use words to create a wave of emotion
I am in awe of their ability. I hope you are inspired to read more Smith and listen to Loyle Carner. Follow this link.
https://g.co/kgs/ZS9raZ
Not Waving, but drowning is the inspiration for this painting #mensmentalhealthawarenes
Not all creative ideas go to plan.
I wanted to push this image into a less figurative work. Unlike poetry or music some things are not great when reproduced. This print only really works if you can see it.
Man overwhelmed @theoldmortuary
Loyle Carner on Table Manners Podcast.
https://castbox.fm/x/x4nU
Pandemic Pondering #150
View is the prompt word for the Art Group today.
The greyness of today brought the greens in this shot to life. It’s a view we see often and it changes every day. Most days in the last five months Firestone Bay has looked like a Mediterranean Resort. Today the SUP riders and the green of the rocks gives it an Asian feel.
The Greyness of today is a speciality of Plymouth and the surrounding area.
Devils Point, where this picture was taken is a coastal park of great beauty, despite the uniqueness of the location it is rarely busy. The area takes its name from the numerous, possibly 7, tides that converge on this spot making it devilishly difficult to navigate in a boat.
Just a little blog today but four lovely photos from Devils Point this year.
#lovewhereyoulive
Pandemic Pondering #149
Change is the prompt word for the Art Group for Saturday.
Is there a word more significant for Pandemic Pondering in a Pandemic. Change is the most unmentioned symptom of this whole Covid-19 period.
Percy the Peacock is the perfect example of the correct way to cope with change.
Most of the time he responds beautifully.
Sometimes he reacts….
Everyone prefers it when Percy responds!!
So being a wise bird, he reverts to responding. It’s better for everyone.
There is so much change for everyone right now, some of it’s pretty unwelcome and reacting is understandable, but it is always possible to upgrade a reaction to a response.
When confronted with change be more Percy!
#bemorepercy
Pandemic Pondering #148
Blogging and running a series of prompts for #augustinthevalley on Instagram for my art group is challenging me. Yesterdays word Metaphor was great for the wordynerd but more of a challenge for my arty head. Todays prompt for the Art Group is 3D and I had no trouble finding the image I wanted to use as the prompt.
So far so good you might think. I love this image for the one Red Coffee Pot in this apparent wall of coffee pots. Loving an image is all well and good but this image is not the whole story.This wall of coffee pots was one side of an art work/ sculpture by Roberto Fabelo a Cuban artist who created Catedral/Cathedral and it is both a Metaphor and a fetish object.
@theoldmortuary we are exactly the sort of people who fetishize coffee. Not for us the Cathedrals of the large Coffee retailers. We attend the tiny chapels of independent coffee shops. There is even a little bit of on-line worship, this morning beans arrived, roasted to our idea of deliciousness in Bury St Edmunds.
We plan a visit to a local roastery, Owens, very soon, always optimistic of an amazing cup of coffee. Fellow coffee fetishists have nagged us to make this pilgrimage.In place of religious artifacts our house boasts much coffee paraphernalia, including the contemporary version of the red coffee maker that I love so much in the top image of this blog.
Roberto Fabelo has summed us up pretty well with his sculpture.Coffee has fueled my creative endeavours today todays prompt is, as you know 3D.I’m still trying to craft in watercolour a 3D image out of swirls of paint. Less obvious than the previous painting my androgynous person only just gains 3 dimensions. Maybe more coffee worship is needed. Thankfully it’s a fairly harmless fetish.
Pandemic Pondering #147
Metaphors is the Art Group Prompt- word today.
This image is intended as a metaphor.
I painted it as a metaphor for the passing of time. The androgynous figure is shaped out of pools of colour and might not exist if the pools flowed differently. The face appears to be dissociated.
I love a linguistic metaphor and used wisely they are a dynamic tool.
In difficult conversations they can soften an awkwardness and mitigate against defensive or aggressive responses which can harm useful communication. They can be more easily understood,sometimes, than the actual subject matter.
In art I’m never quite so sure. Is the image below metaphor or satire. I believe it is both.
So given that I am on stronger ground linguistically I can share my love of mixed metaphors and bad metaphors.
Rich pickings come from Sports commentary and historic terms for sex.
Mixed.
If you can’t stand the heat of the dressing room, get out of the kitchen.
Terry Venables
Michael Owen has the legs of a salmon
Craig Brown
This has been our Achilles heel which has been stabbing us in the back all season.
David O’Leary
They’ve put all their eggs in one basket and it’s misfired.
Paul Merson.
Bad
Grope for Trout in a Peculiar River.
Take a turn at Bushy Park.
Bringing an al dente noodle to the Spaghetti House.
So that’s clear then, Metaphors should be handled with care.
Pandemic Pondering #146
‘Sometimes you will never know the value of a moment until the moment becomes a memory.’ Dr Seuss.
Time has been transformed, by the Pandemic, since March time has been like an ever changing elastic band , sometimes stretched unimaginably far and other times 24 hours passed in a supersonic flash. The Pandemic and the fall out have left a bruise on most of us.
Dr Seuss seems to have time and change all neatly worked out without the sense of worthiness of many much quoted writers. Dr Seuss was one of the pen names of Theodore Seuss Geisel a polymath who was an author, political cartoonist, illustrator,poet, animator, screenwriter and filmmaker. As Dr Seuss he wrote and illustrated 60 children’s books. I’m not sure why Dr Seuss works better for me as a writer of quotes at the moment. I wonder if it is that being born in 1904 and departing in 1991 he had lived through the worst of the 20th Century and so his quotes seem fresher and more pertinent to the current situation, or if he was the literary soundtrack to my younger self and I feel comfortable with him in this time of uncertainty.
How did it get so late so soon? It’s night before its afternoon. December is here before its June. My goodness how the time has flown. How did it get so late so soon?
Dr Seuss
Time is the prompt word for the Art Group. I’m not sure how creative I can be with it. This last quote from Dr Seuss breaks my heart.
‘I’m glad we had the times together just to laugh and sing a song, seems like we just got started and then before you know it, the times we had together were gone.’
Pandemic Pondering #145
It was all going so well. Pairing Ponderings with the Art Group Prompts. I even felt a little pride that I had knuckled down to prompts after my Prosecco fueled outburst. Then perspective got in the way. I got a bit giddy with excitement and the days and prompts got muddled.
Today at Drawn to the Valley is a fallow day. No prompts while my muddle of Perspective/Moor/River prompts gently and organically settles itself.
By way of apology I posted this image on the Instagram page of Drawn To The Valley.
I’m sure it was the excitement of Perspective that threw me off course.
The plan is pretty simple.
Blogs are written one day in advance to be posted anytime after midnight BST.
A prompt is posted on Instagram on the same day with a similar theme inspired by the prompt word at 7 am .
I’ve no idea how I got into such a pickle but it so happens that Pickle accidentally became the theme of my day. Late in life and in Pandemic Ponderings I have discovered the joy of pickling with a sweet brine.
Pickled grapes have been the excitement of the weekend. Today beyond my Drawn To The Valley prompt pickle I have pickled in sweet brine a combination of Padron Peppers and grapes. Pushing further the flavour combinations of sweet/acidic with some heat.
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