I have a video to share, which goes along with my drawing of the mountain and one of its thorn trees, a drawing which is now feeling much more possible, and maybe even nearly finished. Here is the video:
Today some small experiments – making scroll forms from one of my prints.
By unrolling the taller one, you can read the writing: a paragraph from one of my letters to myself:
Yesterday you wrote about the strangeness, the unfamiliarity of the ordinary. This is a fundamental perception, that we don’t know reality until we go out of ourselves to meet it; we mustn’t assume or pretend knowledge. Reality is brutal, it has hard edges, and we want it tame or knowable, but this is a failure of courage. The roughness of rock, this is part of what the mountain is. These elemental conversations. The spin and orbit of the planet, the depth of time. The seen and the unseen, the ‘tidal conversation’ in us. There is no standing still.
A fragment of another book of the dark (video), made on Mynydd Llangyndeyrn.
There is something that I like very much about this one, it may be that what I like about it is that it is so deeply imperfect, to the point of awkward.
A bitter-sharp wind. My hands clumsy, numb fingers sticking out of fingerless gloves, feet stumbling as I was turning.
[To see the best of this video, it helps if you cut down the relflected light in your room].
what is a book of the dark?
having no idea how to answer this, I have made one
it is a test or a draft
a starting point for myself
something to work from
A short video, still working with the watercolour scroll forms.
I heard a palliative care doctor talking once, she said that there are four things that people very often need to say before departing.
A sketch in film format that I made on the mountain at nightfall with a half moon rising. Its a film that is taking a scroll form. I’ve had an important realisation about what I am doing here – that I am really a book artist. I will write more about this later this week, clarify and deepen.