Monday, 18 March 2013

Lets Begin at the Beginning :)

It felt like it was time to share some pictures of the masks I'm working on at the moment. I always find this a little awkward as when photographed at about this point in their creation there always feels like there is so little to show for  how much time and work has been spent on them. The trouble is that's so difficult to get across in these earlier stages. You can't show the slow building up layer by layer that it's taken to get to this,. You also can't show all the swearing, shouting and artistic wobblies, which is probably for the best ;)

 The work has gone into creating the bare bones of the piece and this framework/sculpture ultimately becomes the heart and foundation of all the other work that will go into it. If this is not right then nothing that is added to it will work properly. Also as well as being asthetically 'right' it must also strong, lightweight and balanced so that it works as a functioning wearable mask, and ultimately it must feel like it has 'soul'. A mask that doesn't have that certain feel, that just doesn't feel alive at this point, (before you actually start to add colour and  decoration and the like) will never really work as a finished piece, for me anyway. It will be just another decorative mask, it won't have that spark, that makes a mask potentially such a potent object!

Visions in Blue

Visions in Blue, inspired by the beautiful and poignant Ultravox track that I've always found so haunting. I'm weaving a web of memories and emotions, regrets and lost youth. There will be a tangle of wild roses, beauty and thorns, moths like fleeting thoughts, cobwebs, veils that hide secrets.....

The Storyteller

The Storyteller is at the centre of something I've wished to do for many years. I hope she and I will go on many journeys together :) She will be a spirit of greens, golds and russets, a celebration of Spring and Autumn, my favourite seasons. From her branches will hang leaves that see into the depths of the forest and leaves that whisper of what lies there. There will be keys and acorns and coiled all about the ever creeping ivy that knows what lies within the hearts of the trees.