This image is inspired by yoga loving ‘downward dog’. She’s tired, frazzled, defeated with a head too full. I feel this sometimes – verging on collapse, dribbling on the floor – letting it all go.
I tried to replicate the same vibe in glass. This little piece is for the DWB/MSF art auction to be held in early 2017, organised by the incredible Lin Schorr. A great deal of work goes into making this happen year after year.
Thanks Lin. You are super cool.
I am absolutely trying to capture gestures. Humour, whimsy and deep feels are what I’m aiming for.
Numb & getting colder.
I remember when I was just a little Emily, maybe 10 years old. I looked up the meaning of my name in a book, filled with definitions of flowers, oceans and honey bees. And then I found it. Emily! Completely deflated in that moment, as I read the word ‘industrious’. What the actual f@*k?! Who names their baby after a factory? Mum. And Dad.
It took years to process this information. And I questioned their brick and smoke stack decision for many years. Until now. Now I’m ready. Ready for industry. Ready to be industrious.
Today was a great day, blissed out on ink fumes, while being absolutely Emily. Industrious.
Didn’t get any washing done. Let the chickens free range instead of feeding them. Didn’t mop the floor. And most definitely did not qualify for a 10,000 step kind of day. Did I mention my pyjamas? They stayed on way longer than they should’ve too.
I had made a few mid week carves and come up with two Lino cuts and was pretty keen to see how they turned out.
This one was first. And surprise… it’s me. It is. Morning functioning is not my thing. Unless, coffee. I’m lucky to have a partner who knows this, and delivers one every morning to the cranky, bleary eyed monster that I am in the a.m.
The next one – a little more depth involved. I have been drawing up a storm over the last month. Filling pages with parts of me, once upon a time.
In this one I was remembering, the absolute agony of the loss of a great love. Remembering the feeling of cushioned lips pressed on a warm forehead. The forehead kiss gives the gift of many things; calm, comfort, patience, respect, adoration, preciousness and love that seems truthful and unconditional.
Heavy and light hearted – one balancing out the other.
A Sunday session ensued, slowly reclaiming my studio from being a Winter snuggle space to a Spring hang – taking the tape down in one long strip that had lived firmly for 6 months between the joins of the doors to keep the chilly drafts of minus degree months out.
With these two cuts in tow, I inked up and waited for the ultimate treasure to reveal itself. Printing is like opening birthday presents, taking a blindfold off after whacking the belly out of a piñata. The uncertainty and following reveal is a bit of a high that I don’t usually experience on a Sunday morning. Noted….aaaaand happening again soon, make no mistake.
Found me some Mansionair and rolled like the dickens to reveal these treasures. I pegged them up to dry and drew up my next batch.
I started by naming this drawing, ‘Saucy minx goes swimming’. I have tossed aside mosaic, and have found a new love; printmaking. I adore dry point etching and lino printing.
I hit the Art shop, and got the sweetest Swiss tools – which make the whole process so much more intuitive and simple, because they cut so well and fit in the palm of your hand. I decided on this image, pending Summer always brings out the water loving images in me. I gave her ruffle bum black bikini bottom to add a bit of mystery to her as a woman. And to ensure the focus wasn’t on her bum – even though it was.
I renamed her, ‘We are the tide’. I’m always listening to music when I make. And this day was no different. A lovely chill song by Blind Pilot. Thanks guys – great title. It’s always nice when the songs find me working, and leave no doubt in my mind that they belong to my art.
A busy day at work threw itself at me. I almost let it get to me. Instead of cranky, I got creative.
I had a piece of lino in my hands, and a head full of ideas. For some reason a cat got stuck in my mind – and wouldn’t leave. I quickly scribbled up an image that made me smile, and always will. My cat Jeffrey, the sea horse.
Here is my image of Jeff, loosely based on the photo, in her best sea horse pose frolicking amongst nasturtiums and ferns. Jeffrey turns 17 soon, and I thought it would be a lovely homage to our old girl – should she choose to shuffle off anytime soon. (Yes, we are well aware Jeffrey is a masculine name and our Jeff is girl. Long story.) It was such an engrossing process I sat in silence for a few hours without realising everyone had gone to bed hours before. The heater was off for the night, and my toes were cold before I saw reason and headed off to bed. Leaving this half done was fairly torturous.
I love this form of print making and felt so satisfied finishing it in a few hours over two evenings. Yes, I ignored my family during this time and I believe was a much needed break from each other. And with a major pain-in-the-ass-teenage-man-child in the house, fairly necessary in my opinion. I haven’t made a print yet of Jeffrey, (I am going to scratch out a bit of her fur to represent Jeff’s tortoiseshell red fur before printing). Hopefully tomorrow there will be time to squeeze this cut through the press, as actual work got in the way of art today.