|Great-great grandmother Selina -|
not looking keen on being tangled!
Over the long Easter weekend I found myself tangling those frames onto some tiles that I'd pre-coloured using Moss Green Brusho powder. I've had these powders a few years but have struggled to develop proper affection for them. They are either too pale or too intense. But this one, this one worked just how I wanted it to. And when it works it's wonderful - because you get to see little blooms of all the different colours that work together to make Moss Green. Part science, part magic, pure wonder.
|'Empty rooms that echo as I climb the stairs|
And empty clothes that drape and fall on empty chairs'
In one of those little blots of pigment there is a very deep purple, and so I found the need to reach for my rarely used purple pen. My black ink, graphite and hints of white chalk all took turns to bring these frames to the tile. Each empty of any image - which feels just perfect to me. I'm a person who finds charm in derelict places, abandoned spaces. Hospitals and homes long vacated and left for nature to reclaim. I see these frames hanging on damp and mossy walls. Perhaps the frames once held photos, fading images of friends and lovers who've since moved on, departing on a spring breeze.
POSTSCRIPT - In this old post from 2016 I tried to use Brusho powders with less success, and I also attempted something involving empty frames. It seems I'm contendedly regurgitating the same ideas, but at least they are improving a little each time!