#858 theoldmortuary ponders

©Clare Rogers

Spring really is dragging its heels a bit. Sundays tease us with some sun  but then the rain and the greige return. I am lucky that every day I get to visit an art exhibition first thing in the morning.  I get to appreciate the dank beauty of a West Country winter by checking out Clare Rogers Dartmoor trees; whilst being grumpy about  the misery of a dank spring.

I’ve even made casseroles and meat pies this week like a woman trying to perk up January.

There is a point to my wet weather moaning. I deliberately took a different route home yesterday to maximise walking in less exposed, weather whipped paths . I came to these building works boards and actually read the notice attatched.

Suddenly my grey old day was filled with Razzle Dazzle.

Dazzle paint was developed by the artist Norman Wilkinson and used on ships in the First and Second World Wars to confuse the eyes of the enemy.

Dazzle isn’t camouflage: it was realised very early on that it would be impossible to give a ship one paint scheme that would hide it in all the environments it would sail through. Instead, the geometric shapes made it difficult to visually assess the class, distance, position and movement of ships, thereby making it difficult to Thus the term “Dazzle” or “Razzle Dazzle” was used to target. describe the paint schemes. The marine artist Norman Wilkinson came up with the theory that the appearance of a ship could be altered by painting it in high contrast colours. Angular lines were used to make the work of a range finder difficult.

The dazzle schemes played with light and dark, the concept of countershading being used: parts of the ship that would naturally be shaded- under guns and overhangs – were painted bright white so as to hide the shape of the shadow. The same principle was used in reverse for parts that were usually cast in light. Tops of gun barrels would be painted in darker shades than the bottoms. White was usually used for masts because white would blend in with the sky in many situations. The decks of ships were also painted, to disguise it when the ship was listing heavily. All parts of ships tended to be
painted, from funnels to guns to boats.

Dazzle-painted ships constituted the world’s largest public art and design display ever assembled. It’s legacy lives on and around the world Dazzle has been applied to buildings, cars, clothes and shoes, and continues to influence art, design and fashion. Investigations continue as to how Dazzle can be adapted for practical uses in non-military settings.

All fascinating stuff and thrillingly I get to use a new word in my next sentence. Thanks Google.

Norman Wilkinson with Dazzle in hand.

Norman Wilkinson was not just a camoufleur.

He also designed travel posters, which I love

All in all a rainy day with unexpected purpose.

Clare Rogers is exhibiting at Ocean Studios until and including Easter Sunday.

#857 theoldmortuary ponders.

Technology has changed every aspect  of my life in millions of different ways for millions of years.

How has technology changed your job?

Any job I do only exists because of technology and is easier than it was last year or even last week because of evolving technology. But as someone who writes or draws I could take a trip to Lake Turkana and use a sharp flake of stone and write or draw on a rock surface just as I would have done 3.3 million years ago. My tech gadget, though is letting me down on this one.

Painting from home, it will have to be.

Hamoaze ,©theoldmortuary

Hamoaze is part of an ongoing Print exhibition at the Royal William Yard.

#856 theoldmortuary ponders.

This is the face of a dog who swam away to sea to become a duckling.

A mother and father duck were swimming in the sea with their ducklings. Lola swam out to quietly just be the fifth duckling. Nobody seemed to mind at all.

This is the kind of giddy adventure that spring sunshine causes.

This is the second Sunday that the sun has come out and our second time, this week, on a beach with a super-low tide. This time a rusty object was revealed.

Google lens has no idea what it is. A mystery in March , in the sunshine, Sundays are quite the exciting place at the moment.

P.S the answer from a friend in New Zealand.

A discarded submarine cable.

#854 theoldmortuary ponders

©Peter Ursem

What is your favorite type of weather?

You might not think that a lovely old chair and my favourite type of weather are connected. But they both occupy liminal space in my mind.

Derived from the Latin word “limen” which means “threshold,” liminal space is a concept that may sound unfamiliar, but it’s something you’ve likely experienced in your daily life.
Liminal space can best be described as going through a change or going from place to place—from one thing to the next.

I like the weather of May and September. Slightly changeable  with the chance of moderate warmth and no need for too many layers of clothing

Perfection would be twenty minutes  in a chair like this. With a small mug of black coffee or a cup of tea. Sat at an open french window overlooking the sea or at a garden that is not screaming for attention.

A chair like this in gently warm weather would encourage me to read or listen to the radio or a podcast. Or natter. This is not the time or space for TV or devices.Possibly something gently productive like sketching or crochet. Or maybe I could just be. Twenty minutes of not much in particular.

©Peter Ursem

Peter Ursem is currently showing work at Ocean Studios in Plymouth.

#854 theoldmortuary ponders

Who was your most influential teacher? Why?

Too many to mention but sometimes the most influential teacher of the moment is the last person I spoke to. Always so much to learn from others. Particularly this week as I have curated a Print Exhibition in a Gallery Cafe.

Here it is, on the morning after the night before. Spic and span and ready for the coffee and art-loving public to flood in.

Last night was a hubub of bubbles, and artists/printers/art- lovers having ernest, fascinating and sometimes wildly inappropriate conversations.

What did I learn last night?

That if I just shortened my beads they would sit better. They do.

#853 theoldmortuary ponders.

Blog readers. I left you hanging, while I was hanging.

A full day of receiving , unwrapping and hanging prints at Ocean Studios for the Drawn to Print exhibition that runs from this evening until Easter Sunday. Gorgeous nuggets of colour and some striking monotones.

Two racks of print bargains on washing lines.

Mounted but unframed works all arranged by four artists who worked through the day to be ready for the Private View tonight.

As the exhibition runs through the Easter break it would have been foolish not to have one rabbit available. Ours does not know the words fluffy or cute.

©Debs Bobber

His axe is tipped with real gold. Cutting down the infection risk when he catches the small children who steal his eggs.

#852 theoldmortuary ponders

My procrastination took an interesting turn today. With a list of art admin to achieve I decided to start a painting entirely unconnected with the upcoming exhibition. Another riff on the theme of the contemporary green man.

This one has sunglasses instead of the traditional socketless eyes. His face is bathed with dappled sunlight as he emerges from his greenery. Which then had a good dose of bracken added.

Which will need to be greened down a bit tomorrow and his teeth painted in. Still avoiding the actual tasks of the day I gave him a digital tweak using a pop filter.

Thank goodness paint does need to dry! In those gaps I managed most of the jobs scheduled for today . For all those men who requested a bald representation of male fertility. Here he is.

Teeth and greened up.

#851 theoldmortuary ponders.

Privacy and a woman who ponders daily online might not seem a natural pairing.But only a very small percentage of my ponderables or imponderables are blogged about. People don’t feature much in pictures. Today is an exception  This blob on a beach is our middle grandchild enjoying a soft sandy  beach close to home. This is a week of very high tides, something that can be a flood worry. The other side of the story is very low, low-tides which is how we found the soft sandy beach, way beyond our usual rocky shore. The sand was so very soft and clean she immediately ducked down to run the damp sand through her fingers and became a living version of drone filming , a technique that has become so popular as infill in film and television story telling. Artists and designers also love a flat-lay image. It is probably not going to catch on as a portraiture fashion but I rather like the image. Low tide near home is not my usual thing, the rocks are slippy and slimy but the area of the beach that only gets seen infrequently seems much cleaner and kinder to my ankles. I may become a low-tide wanderer. A reliable habit, of more value than being a cranio- caudal portraitist.

#850 theoldmortuary ponders.

At long last the sun came out, sunshine replaced grey rainy day, after grey rainy day . On and on the greige days just kept coming until these vivid stools finally got a moment in the sun. Soon enough the stools filled up with happy basking humans. I looked up the phrase ‘ at long last’ . It rather sums up my feelings about this winter.

Sunshine, you have come back at last!

What was the best compliment you’ve received?

Knowing that people take time to read, comment  on and enjoy this blog . So many conversations are sparked. Just as if we were sitting on these seats, warming our faces and staring out to sea.