Showing posts with label plaster. Show all posts
Showing posts with label plaster. Show all posts

Thursday, 7 July 2011

shadows

The V&A held an exhibition last year called Shadow-catchers - camera-less photography. I never made it but the pin-hole camera induction at college reminded me to get hold of a copy of the accompanying book. I am still waiting for it to arrive but in the meantime have been trying to capture shadows at home with a conventional digital camera.

I recently moved house to the opposite side of a valley which means that I am now east facing rather than west. This has thrown my perceptions a bit and encouraged me to notice the differences in light between old and new homes. I have lost the amazing evening light and long shadows from facing west and am looking for new ways of appreciating facing east (which dont involve getting up at 5am for the sunrise).

Today, strong intermittent sunlight created vibrant shadows of plants in pots which I photographed against a white paper background and then put through Gimp to tidy up and enhance.



two views of a euphorbia



euphorbia, tree lupin, opium poppy, evening primrose, stonecrop

Friday, 13 May 2011

enclosure

Final project for first year and I got into grave goods, fragmented pots and archeological slabs...



hammared aluminium bowls with gold and silver leaf



attempts at tile making from plaster moulds 


an archeological slab... or a plaster pannel (as per previous post) which went very wrong.


Sunday, 17 April 2011

plaster

All the Pretty Little Horses



Hush-a-bye, don't you cry,
Go to sleepy little baby.
When you wake, you shall have,
All the pretty little horses.
Blacks and bays, dapples and greys,
Go to sleepy you little baby,
Hush-a-bye, don't you cry,
Go to sleepy little baby.
Hush-a-bye, don't you cry,
Go to sleepy little baby,
When you wake, you shall have,
All the pretty little horses.
  
Way down yonder, down in the meadow,
There's a poor little lamby.
The bees and the butterflies pickin' at its eyes,
The poor wee thing cried for her mammy.
Hush-a-bye, don't you cry,
Go to sleepy little baby.
When you wake, you shall have,
All the pretty little horses.


All the Pretty Little Horses is a Southern US traditional African-American lullaby. Plaster casting of deformed lambs originally grew out of a project titled 'enclosure'  
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