Last year a few stray bumbles got caught out in the cold snap. Frozen by the wintry chill, motionless, this fluffy bumble found a warm sweet home for a day to rejuvenate. In the morning it was lovely to hear the buzzing of our new friend, set free into the sunshine of a new day.
Given a life long love and obsession with the bees of the world, these photos have been donated to the Australian Native Bee Research Centre. As they currently have no photographs of the New Zealand bumble bee, it's sent me off for a fun new project to help a worthy cause. More photo studies to come of this most humble creature.
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
A new piece for the upcoming Unscripted Exhibition. Particles of energy whirling in the breeze. Memories and Feelings through the flow of time. Unsure of the appropriate word for such a concept. Quanta, Cymatics, Flow of Time, Loss of Memories. Loss of Memory would be quite apt currently :)
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Monday, January 31, 2011
Choosing which composition. Sculpture now needs to be fired and painted, then lit correctly for reference. Thought the symbolism of the doorway in the tree (one which that's always been fascinating to me) can relay the idea rather than just a hollow as in the initial sketch.
This is really an Ode to Arthur Rackham and his many beautiful enchanting trees.
What begun as a sketch for my daughter, has turned out to be a venture in sculpting. Initially the idea was to create a doorway in which the traveller can climb through, to gain access to the realms of the imagination. The sculpture was created primarily to give me a real three dimensional object in which I could move and interact with, to get the most dynamic composition. The feeling needing to be captured is one of a secret enchanted tree, found by chance, behaving in a fantastical way, perched un naturally from a mountainside with a fisheye distortion. So now the problem still remains choosing the most interesting perspective! There is too much choice now, it seems to be a problem that re occurs, never having one single voice but many. Then there is photoshop, with hours of constant dabbling of a canvas that never get's dry :)