Development of another new piece

Rusted metal and canal at Murano.

This is the inspiration for the new work. It comprises three things that I love: rust, water, and Venice. The metal wall was hammered into the canal to hold the water back while a new brick wall was built behind it. That’s the way things are constructed in Venice, where the water can threaten building.

Rust and water.
Rust, water and reflections

To make this work, first I laid down strips of paper I had ‘rusted’ some months ago, and coated them with a layer of medium. I used painters tape to mask off a straight line, and painted in some pale green. I added some green gold at the bottom of the board, and then ‘cool’ brushed some more on the top section. I used a tool to scribe into the wax, and added detail with a rust coloured pigment stick.

Exploring Encaustic

In the studio today I have been exploring encaustic. I have some German wooden cradled panels which are a beautiful start. The works I am making seem to me to be full of Venice, or perhaps my eyes are still full of Venice and I can’t see anything else. Not explicitly, of course, but there is something there…………I wonder whether you can see it, too.
They may not be finished yet, I need to look at them for a while to decide.

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This one is quite small.

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………this is larger

Angela in Venice

Angela has only cried twice since she arrived in Venice: once over lunch, and once over breakfast, neither of which I cooked. I don’t think it was anything to do with disappointment over the quality of the meal. I think it was an excess of emotion, perhaps related to the beauty of Venice, and the effects of jetlag and Prosecco. Yes, at breakfast.

She has shot lots of photographs, but as yet her efforts at shopping have been, to be frank, a bit underwhelming. Mainly food, alcohol, and gifts for her children.

Nicki and I had an encounter with the Italian John Cleese, who runs the only cafe on Isola de San Giorgio Maggiore. We decided to call him Basilico. He could barely contain his rage at the stupidity of his clientele. Enquiries as to the nature of the Primo Piatti on the menu were greeted with incredulity. There was toast on the menu. Nicki asked what this was, meaning what came with the toast. ‘Square pieces of sliced grilled bread,’ he said.

We had gone to the island to ascend the campanile, which has a wonderful view of the whole of Venice. You can see how small it actually is. We recommend that you go after midday. The bell tolls the hour, and if you are not prepared, you may find your ears ring with the sound of the bells for days afterwards – best to have only one or two, not eleven or twelve.
This afternoon, we went to Ca’ Rezzonico, a beautiful museum of seventeenth century Venice. the walls are covered with damask and velvet in beautiful patterns and colors. Many of the ceilings were painted by Tiepolo. There was an extensive gallery of paintings by early Venetian artists, furniture, mirrors and curtains. Together these things gave a real sense of how life might have been for the rich and powerful in Venice.

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A view from the campanile.

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Reinforcements arrived

Angela Noble from Bega arrived to stay with us, which makes five women in the house. She bought us a whole kilo of Aussie Uncle Toby’s Oats, some home made candied cumquat and Cointreau and some Ferrero Rocher chocolates. I think she must have an innate understanding that living in Venice and walking everywhere, the body needs constant refuelling to maintain stasis.

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Together, the five of us have pledged to support the ailing Italian economy as best we can. We have been pretty tireless in our efforts so far, though some of us have worked harder than others.
Angela hasn’t even begun, but then she’s barely just arrived.

I found a small children’s press, Editions Du Dromedaire,
which has just published a two year calendar containing hand printed linocuts of camels.

Today was a top day for reflections……

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Venice Fog

I woke early today to find that the canal was clouded with fog. I grabbed my camera and went out onto the street. Nearly every second person I saw was a photographer.

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I hope it’s foggy again soon!
The work at the studio went well, too. Here’s me with the blues/greens/greys print just off the press.

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And here’s our inky gloves lined up on the bench.

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And then, this evening coming home from the studio, we were caught in a rainstorm. The streets were darkly beautiful wet with rain, (as Van Morrison might have said.) I will go out tonight again when it is completely dark, and shoot some more.

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