The ideas have been flowing this week; lots of coloured layers, splattering, contrasts, textures and found materials. I’m pretty sure I’ve not stuck to the original plan, and there’s some rather random meanderings, but hey, when you get into the flow state of mind you just go with it, right?
Louise’s contribution to our shared book made me think about the links between Alice in Wonderland and the bottle labelled ‘Drink Me’, and Juliet and the sleeping draught which made her appear dead. Then I started thinking about costume and clothes, patterns and textile design, bold colours and shapes. Some of my pages have simply emerged from the intense concentration I have given the book over the past ten days, and now I look back at them I’m not really sure where they came from and where they fit in, but there they are, and I’m happy to see them.
I liked the way Louise noticed that I had placed things on the back pages, and that she placed some bits for me to use in the envelope I glued in the back; I like that the book is non-linear, that there are fragments glued onto random pages, and that we are each inviting the other to contribute to each other’s work. I regretted not having the confidence to do this in last year’s circle; Christian was very good at it, and I am pleased to be working with someone who likes to share pages again. The idea of collaboration on an image is exciting and full of possibility and opens up all sorts of interesting questions about when a piece is finished. Is it ever finished? Or is it an organic thing which continues to live and grow and change? I know I often go back to old work and change and reuse it. I love the new perspectives which present themselves when someone adds to my work. But now I need to stop and leave some pages for Louise.
“Alice started to her feet, for it flashed across her mind that she had never before seen a rabbit with either a waistcoat-pocket or a watch to take out of it, and burning with curiosity, she ran across the field after it, and was just in time to see it pop down a large rabbit-hole under the hedge.
In another moment, down went Alice after it, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again.”
(Alice in Wonderland, Chapter 1)