Strolling with the family beside the sea at Narooma, we encounter hillsides covered in wild carrot. Clambering, scrambling, giggling in the waist-high grass just in order to inhale the unmistakeable 'carrotyness' and then admire the exquisite chamber of seeds. Somethings are so commonplace and yet so beautiful!
Been sculpting pollen again. This one belongs to rooiwortel.
HAD I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
Yeats on a granite breakwall literally enwrought with golden and silver light.
This rare beauty and I have a date with some pretty hefty natural science art competitions. Watch this space for 'tipping the scales' in polymer. A privilege to spend an evening with Paul James and Sharon Field at ANIC, as we each pursue our enquiries in our own mediums.
When nature delivers utterly complete moments like this, I wonder why I work at all in my studio. And yet I know that I imagine and make and make and imagine until I too can deliver a sculpture as complete as this.
