I don't know why.....

I like pictures of disintegration....perhaps it's my age....this morning I found this link on Facebook one of  the   Through our Hands posts.A collection by Katy Cowan.

One of my favourites.

 I have finally managed to dig out the paints and mediums.
The first was going to be something else and then turned itself into something akin to the view of Black Combe at the top of this blog. 

The "fence" is hessian. I guess I really am homesick at the moment.  The traffic chaos which is becoming the norm around Dartford has me hankering for winds off the sea.
The next one was based on a tutorial in the excellent "wabi-sabi Art Workshop" by Serena Barton.

 

 Making this gave me great satisfaction. 

Busy....

...but I just had to share this.


See the rest of the pictures of an abandoned mill in Wales here

Death of a Snowman...

A study in disintigration. This was the snowman built by our neighbour, I wish I'd noticed what was happening a little sooner.

I love the stage where it looks like a demented diva giving her all.

Who altered that.......

Seth has posted some new participants in the in the Disintigration Collaboration so this prompted me to pop out and see how mine has been getting on. Well I can tell you another new artist has joined in. My dearly beloved! Remember the piece of bread, (which was fossilising nicely), gone! But he had added
a tastefully placed pot of very dead British parsley! Now as this was an external event beyond my control I am going to leave the pot in place,well, really because I want to see what happens when the rain starts to filter through the pot. The weather this week has had me tearing my hair, nothing but grey, grey, grey, I watched Storm Chasers just for the hell of it.
I did add another piece, right after the snow but kept forgetting to post it. This is it, I chose the pages because the title is the name of a house I know.

They don't make them like they used to.....

The snow has melted but it is still much colder than we have been used to recently.. This evening, my sister (who is nine years older than me) and I had an interesting conversation about an "igloo" . We were both reminiscing about winters gone by and she was about to tell me about an igloo she has built, when I interrupted with what I thought she was going to talk about, i.e my memories of the "igloo". There was a stunned silence and she said "But you weren't there"....after some conversation we realised that we were both talking about different winters when it was possible to build "igloos". My memory was of 1947, her some years earlier, who remembers chapped knees, snow inside your wellies and an itchy balaclava???

Meanwhile back in the 21st century.......



These are two photographs of my Seth, Disintegration challenge. The first with flash and the second without. The blob on the left hand side is a piece of bread which some over ambitious bird has dropped...(not sure what is going to happen to that after the thaw!!) What I would love to be able to preserve, is the layer of ice which was there this morning, it blurs the words so beautifully. What I wish I had done, is wrap the wire more imaginatively though I am pleased with the way it is beginning it rust and spread the the colour of the rust through the pages.