RED SOCKS and RUBBER BANDS

POSTKARD PRACTITIONERS May 2011

We set out on a journey together in May 2011 and for some of us lots of challenges and changes have happened along the way.  What we all wanted to do was to keep our practice going and share it with others, to inspire and connect.  This blog posting will record a journey from a number of different people and perspectives over a six month period of sending postkards to each other

 

LINDA JANEJAMES

the everyday image, the discarded, something about the bird at the centre of everything

TANSY and I

A chance meeting, the beginning of a new journey.  As I mourn the loss of a dear friend who started to travel on a journey with me I meet Tansy.  We share an interest in collage and creative conversation.  We will be making collage postcards to begin a conversation and see where it goes - watch this space.  To start the journey I thought I would borrow poem from Kurt Schwitters to send us on our way.

Garbage Picking on Kaiserstrasse

"In Merz painting the box top, the playing card, the newspaper clipping become surfaces, string, brushstroke, and pencil stroke become line, wire netting becomes overpainting, pasted-on wax paper becomes varnish; cotton wool becomes plasticity."

The butcher throws out little more
than bone chips and odd ends of string
knotted in blackened gristle.

The print shop's bin is bulging, though,
with the primitive authority of the alphabet,
the naked cyan of colour discards,

while the tailor's and ah the dressmaker's shops
trail scraps of gleam and shimmer down the alley;
the milliner's barrel runs over with ribbon.

If you're going on from here, be sure
to bring a strong bag or basket;
next comes the tanner's, the machine shop
and, ah paradis, the dump
where all the cast-off dreams are thrown.

Let the story begin

I am back

from helping to create a space of forgetting The Space of Forgetting , to new ideas about drawing out potential educe - drawing out potential  and going back to the roots of my practice in drawing and living in the countryside I have come back with a new outlook on life, art and everything.  the blog doesn't currently reflect my new way of working so over the next few weeks or more I will be making some changes.  Some small, others potentially more drastic.

image: bad apples and 'blinkin' things
Linda Jane James (copyright 2006)