It was the strangest sunset. The sky was pale blue still with low dark stormy clouds on the horizon. And just at that one clear place where the sky meets the sea…there was a tiny thin sliver of brilliant red – one red thin line. My image blurs the effect to a certain extent, but I like the effect regardless…the shifting light, the land, sea and sky shapes, the hint of the magical.
There is beauty in flowers that are past their best. I enjoy every stage. Maybe I should toss them in the compost, but I just can’t seem too.
Today is a big day for me….for those who have been following my journey, you will know that today the Black Box Art Studio grows from a blog to also now include a website with an on-line store & gallery….Please have a look around…
I have many of my images/photography/art for sale, in a range of price/size options from a small (ready to display) photo block to a limited edition, signed and matted image ready for framing, to large scale canvas print (by request) and a selection of original Mixed media art and full size original abstract paintings. I will be adding more each week.
And you can also check out The Fantail Collection on our website. http://www.blackboxartstudio.com/store/c15/The_Fantail_Collection.html
This is an exciting collection of original art by others. It has a distinctly NZ theme and the images are all selected by me to fit with Black Box Art studio’s eclectic style and to complement my own art. Many are vintage pieces by known, noted and in some cases, anonymous artists!
Please have a look around and let me know what you think.
Thank you all for your support and for inspiring me to continue.I look forward to your feedback and thoughts!
A camera, a car window rippled with rain, stormy wet weather, a line of shelter trees and green, green grass, a long trip, boredom, I play with camera settings and mutter it is too wet to take any photos….and inspiration hits…
An idea….a passing view captured in a fleeting moment. Is it abstract? Impressionist? I don’t know…I just know I like it!
It was really blowing! The wind howled, the gusts were enough to blow you over, deck chairs went flying down the street…and at sea, the white caps stretching as far out to the horizon as one could see. The spindrift…. airborne white spray fans creating spectacular wind patterns across the waves. Windy, wild weather at sea.
You can take the city girl to the country but if you take the city girl to a farm and expect photos of cows, mountains, and grass…you may be disappointed. Yes, it definitely was beautiful…the mountain, the cows, the sea glistening, the mountain against a clear blue sky….stunning!
But what really excited me (on a Sunday ten kilometre fund raising cross-farm walk) was none of these…it was the walls of an old dairy factory we visited. Others may have seen some old concrete, some run-down old farm buildings, some exterior walls in need of repair, or just ignored the building (in favour of the water and biscuits), but I saw striking shapes, interesting colours, lots of texture, dramatic angles…I saw shadows and light play on the wall and I knew that to me, this was beautiful. How typical of me to find inspiration in a building when I am surrounded by absolutely stunning rural farm, coastal and mountain scenery.
While it seems that it was only yesterday that we were frolicking at the beach enjoying the last of the summer sunshine, winter has officially arrived and in full fury. The mountain no longer green, but sporting a lovely white winter coat of glistening snow. It will melt off after this short sharp icy cold-snap ends, but it is a sharp jolt of cold air, and time to finally accept that summer is really over and winter is now on our doorstep.
I had a huge clear out recently in my studio. There were some things that I wasn’t ready to part with and I tossed them in a wooden box with compartments and left them on the table, not really thinking about them any further. A while later, I looked at the box and noticed that it kind of told a story about me…the items are not treasures of any value to anyone but me, let’s face it, a few rocks, a wood and a few brass buttons, some drawing pins, an old photo, a rusty bell, a torn book,a bit of discarded metal, a stamp- all relatively worthless from a monetary sense…but to me priceless. I look at each item and hold it, a flood of memories comes back, but also, just as importantly, as I hold them,sometimes I get thoughts, creativity builds and new ideas emerge…
Where we come from is important. To reflect on lessons and experiences is important, but to grow and move forward inspired, creative and energised – that is real treasure worth holding on to.
Darkness, light, movement and a camera…it always creates an unexpected surprise. I love the lines here, the colour spectrum and the composition. I like how the fragile blue line near the top appears broken and tied together, while the other lines are solid below it. There is movement. And mystery. I like that.
A little mixed media piece – an old large coin, an image, some text and resin….It was intended to be a brooch a while ago, but I never attached the clip on the back. I prefer to just have it lying around on a table, and hold it in my hand, a little reminder that life can change in an instant. It can change profoundly, unexpectedly and in ways you never imagined. One minute it is all planned out and then…. on the strength of a phone call, a knock at the door, a doctors appointment, a lotto ticket found in your jeans, a passing glance, an unexpected offer, an act of kindness, an accident, mixed messages, an opportunity given and accepted…all these ways life can change so unexpectedly and profoundly.
Sometimes life seems to change direction on the strength of a millisecond, an instant, a fleeting moment in time.