There was never any way that I was going to complete my piece today before the post. We had some shopping to do this morning and the post is around noon. Getting some nice local, organic asparagus from Bothen Hill Produce was more important than catching the post. That gave me leeway to do my piece when I chose and i decided to do a drawing first. As it turned out some friends popped round in the early evening so there was a little pressure to do #Letter365 before dinner, which is why I am so late posting it here.
Not quite warm enough to open up some bees and buggered my back yesterday so spent a fair while in the studio and quite excited with some of the things I am working on, which is just as well because Dorset Art Weeks is looming!
The forecast is not great for the weekend so I got today’s #Letter365 completed early so I can go and inspect our bees. I hope I will enjoy that as much as I did creating today’s piece.
No41 with the special stamp makes a nice composition on the envelope
I am a bit disappointed that Peter at the Post Office didn’t tell me about the commemorative stamp issue. If I had known I could have made today’s #Letter365 a first day cover and made it of slight philatelic interest! I had asked him to keep me informed, but I must take responsibility for this kind of thing if I am to make use of all these subtle nuances of posting letters.
Anyway, I bought a little stash of the stamps to keep me going for a while. I was a bit undecided when I saw the subject matter – Buckingham Palace. Not being a great fan of the Monarchy and the like I didn’t know how I felt about having to lick the backside of a royalist stamp (and you do have to lick these) but decided to run with it for the architectural and artistic interest. I even bought some of the photographic ones of how it is now, but feel slightly tainted by them!
A bright spot of sunlight highlights the Queen’s head on the stamp on No40
I nearly forgot that I hadn’t posted today’s #Letter365 to this blog. I was keen to carry on in the studio and left this for later – much later as it happened! Everyone should be happy that I have put a stamp on it!
So today it’s No40 – 40 days and 40 nights. Is it a flood? Is it time spent in the wilderness? Up the mountain with God getting tablets of stone? I’m out of step with Lent and though there is a St Swithin’s church here in Bridport his forty days start in June don’t they? I suppose it’s a bit like the wilderness as it is all unseen – only there will be a further 325 days to come!
Strong Spring sunshine for No39 as it goes in the box
There is the proof: I did put a stamp on today’s piece. Not much to say about it really. I have been working on some large drawings today and this piece came together really quickly and satisfyingly – perhaps as a relief from the intensity of a big, meditative drawing. I knew what I wanted, what I was drawn to doing, and the components came together but in a more subtle and considered composition than I had in my head.
Those of you who know me well may not believe this, but I had a plan, I worked the plan and the plan worked! OK, the postie quite rightly gave me a little lecture on putting stamps on and postal security and stuff, but he did let me put a stamp on the postally-naked No38. I suspect that I came out of it OK. Polly Gifford at the Arts Centre would have mercilessly ribbed me about it at the very least and I saved us the £1 or so extra for unstamped mail and the walk to the sorting office. I even had a go at a flamingo shadow on the postie’s leg, but it didn’t come out that well as you can see. Nice shapes in the lower half of the photo though!
A sunny Sunday posting for No38 – with no bloody stamp!
I cannot believe I have done it again! I was so pleased that I have managed to spend the day in the studio despite my lost voice turning into a really bad sore throat tuning into a rotten cold. With the help of tissues and Strepsils I have soldiered on and had a really productive day. I did my #Letter365 piece first and am very pleased with it. Around lunchtime I did the envelope and photographs and popped it in the box. It is only now that I notice the lack of a stamp! (I didn’t notice that I thought it was Sunday yesterday as far as the message on the envelope went!)
So here is the plan:
Tomorrow morning enquire at the Bradpole Post Office as to the time of the first collection
Hang around about that time and see if the postie will let me rummage through the box and stick a stamp on the envelope
Failing that (if I miss them or they won’t let me) go cap-in-hand to the Arts Centre and offer to pick up and pay for the postage due
Suggest I leave a postage due fund to cover future cock ups
Repeat the opening words of Four Weddings and a Funeral under my breath from time to time
I seem to have got bound in to this thing of sealing my envelopes with sealing wax. It started because the only envelopes I had were old and the self-seal had lost its stick so I used Pritt stick and some sealing wax. I rather like the way that things like this develop. Quite often in the repetitive drawings I do, rules develop: perhaps if I make a “mistake” I will respond with an over-correction, which I then have to do each time that “mistake” happens. It all goes back to the thing I have about the wave-carved ripples on hard-sand beaches, where regular patterns develop and anomalies occur in turn spawning predictable reactions to the anomalies.
So anyway, I am now probably stuck with sealing up with sealing wax each day (except when I am away) and I started using the decorative gold wax I already had and then bought some more from the art shop in Dorchester. Neither of these had the satisfying sticky quality that the sealing wax my father used. There was always a long stick or two in the sideboard drawer (along with the little machine for cutting rug wool, the wooden darning mushroom and the little reedwork pen nib box my father brought back with him from Egypt during the war, amongst other mismatched sundries). This sealing wax had the manufacturer’s name or the brand embossed on one side. I can’t remember what is was called, though for some reason i think it may have been “Houses of Parliament”. Over the years the sticks got broken and gradually eroded at the breaks though still held together by the wick like a string of flattened red sausages. This was real “legal” sealing wax and was very different to the decorative stuff I used to date on the project. So the first one I found was this one pictured above is Waterson’s, supposedly made to a traditional recipe and unchanged for years. They are quite small sticks but they certainly have a much more satisfying stickiness to them. I am confusing myself with these sticky sticks that stick!
Pale No37 goes in the box to sit there till Monday
I posted No37 hours ago. I’ve had to renew the ink cartridges and tried to keep the same tone as before but the grey came out far too light really, a pale ghost of its former glory! The piece inside is worked up precisely from the idea I had this morning. It all went smoothly apart from a brief moment of doubt just before I completed it. It feels great when it goes like that – and it feels great when it gets a life of its own and finds its own resolution. It doesn’t feel great when it turns out to be rubbish and goes on the fire or recycle pile!
Polly tries the double rabbit but it comes out a bit goatish, while Christopher’s cock pheasant and calf’s foot get obliterated
Clearly inspired by my recent successes with shadows that look like a rabbit holding a credit card between its ear and its nose, Polly Gifford and Christopher Winter went for high-scoring but difficult counter responses as #Letter365 No36 is delivered at tonight’s PV of Christopher’s solo show. at Bridport Arts Centre. Polly’s attempt at the double rabbit unfortunately has ended up with goatish features, while Christopher’s quite radical rendition of the cock pheasant and calf’s foot – a combination rarely seen these days – has been obliterated by a square shape presumably conjured from the spirit worlds.
This was directly following Christopher giving a séance performance in which he channelled Picasso who did some drawings using Christopher’s hand to guide the pen.
Christopher Winter preparing to channel Picasso
Berlin-based Christopher has channelled the drawing talents of many dead artists, starting with Hans Holbein the Younger. The table at which he is seated takes its inspiration from the perspectivally-distorted, foreshortened skull in Holbein’s painting The Ambassadors. Winter’s work is one in which the seemingly mundane and day-to-day is disturbed and distorted by random, etherial oddities so it was only fitting that when he graciously agreed to deliver today’s #Letter365 piece he should aim for it to levitate into Polly’s hands.
Christopher Winter levitates #Letter365 No36 into Polly Gifford’s hands
An unfolding artwork created a piece each day for a year