Very exciting news!!!!
I have just ordered the first copies of my first Black Box Art Studio book. It is a little black 6 inch x 6 inch square book called “A Little Christmas Advent Alphabet Book”. This is completely designed and produced by myself and using my own writing and my own art and photographic images to count down to Christmas. It is a 100% original Black Box Art Studio product.
It is printed on gorgeous thick exceptional quality photographic paper built to last for generations and is a professional quality lay-flat photographic book – so it can lie flat on a table or stand upright with the image clearly spread across the two pages…absolutely beautiful.
Please have a look at the preview…its a wonderful gift and Christmas heirloom item – can be used every year as an inspirational way to count down the days until Christmas.
Pre-order to secure your copy by leaving us a message or purchase now via our website. Copies are extremely limited.
Pink is Nice. Or rather… Nice is pink. Nice, France… that is. Lots of lovely faded pink buildings. And pale blue and pale green and pale yellow…One can’t help but smile at these gorgeous old buildings in such wonderful summer/beach colours. So pretty and so much faded, past it’s best, glamour. The wonderfully ornate architecture, gorgeous shutters and delicate wrought iron everywhere in the most pretty faded pastel palettes. I never tired of these grand old ladies.
I couldn’t decide which one I liked best, so here are two images from my walk in the park today.. There were loads of late winter bright blooms, but I loved these especially.
This was my first real chance to really test out the 50mm fixed lens and I love it. There hasn’t been much photography or blogging recently – the price I am paying for being a shop owner at present! But, I will be back!
The mountain…indigo sky and a mountain silhouette…the mountain shimmering, the snow highlighted and glistening in in the final moments of the place between twilight and total darkness…
A creatively modified photograph inspired by night time views of the mountain, it’s winter snow covering and the lovely night sky and a shadowy landscape.
Winter isn’t the normal time for roses to bloom. It is a time of dormancy and pruning, caring and quiet bare branches. Apparently my roses did not get this message as today, after all the recent cold weather and the torrential rain…I have roses blooming on bare branches…delicate, fragile and the palest pink…a perfect winter rose.
It wasn’t even five o’clock. But that’s winter for you. We had rain, wind, early darkness and then through the dark clouds a final defiant burst of sunlight just as it tipped below the horizon…a little reminder that after the rain the sun will always come, in life and in weather.
Orchids are quite contradictory. They look exotic, appear fragile, are expensive and are apparently notoriously difficult to grow…especially where I live, an area known for its frequently rainfall, salt laden sea air and crisp mountain breezes. And yet, in a tiny corner in my garden where my roses and blueberries always fail, my very neglected orchid plant has again blossomed for the second time ever. And… not one, not two…. but incredibly four stems dripping full of gorgeous orchid buds. This one I cut and have brought indoors to enjoy.
So they may appear exotic, fragile, hard to grow and expensive, but in a little corner of Taranaki they are growing, quite literally, like a common weed! Not exotic or expensive, not fragile, not hard to grow….and I am thrilled to bits.
Every now and then, on the green hill across the street from my house in the suburbs, on the outskirts of the city, horses appear like magic. Gone for ages, then suddenly appearing….and yesterday they were back after a long absence.
Four of them, 3 horses and one little pony. With 4 apples in hand we made our way up the hill to see them. My daughter, loving the child sized pony, and I, preferring the largest of them all.
Gentle giants of the hill, I am so glad to see you.
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!
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.