Jeni’s Tulip Petal – An Easter Greetings Card


Jenni's Tulip Petal 1 April 2015I had an Easter greetings card in the post today, from a long-time friend in Ireland. It was handmade especially for my husband and included this gorgeous dried petal from a tulip that blossomed in her garden last year.

I don’t deserve friends. I’m the worst correspondent.  And she’s been poorly, too. I’m ashamed. But I’m going to send her one of my eco prints on khadi paper. She’ll get the shock of her life.  I hope it shocks her into better health.

The thoughtfulness of the card deepens. My husband’s of Turkish origin. Did you know that tulips didn’t originate in Holland, but came to Europe during the 16th century from Turkey?  Tulip, its shape resembling the turban, is supposed to come from the Turkish word for gauze – lale –  the fabric of turbans, though my translation for gauze is gazli. (To be absolutely correct, the i should have no dot, but I don’t have a Turkish keyboard).

In flower language, purple tulips symbolise royalty. Maybe that’s because in the 17th century you’d need to be royalty to afford the price of a single tulip bulb. Between 1634 and 1637, the enthusiasm for tulips triggered a frenzy known as the tulip mania when tulip bulbs became a sort of currency.

From now on, the tulip will remind me of a greater treasure than money, that of friendship.

My friend’s card has an uncanny aspect, in that she doesn’t yet know about my new enthusiasm – for  eco printing.

I sent off my Arthouse Coop Sketchbook Tour 2015 contribution yesterday, meeting the postmark deadline by the skin of my teeth, as usual.  I’ll be posting some of its 41 images shortly.

Ann

Sources:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tulip
http://www.teleflora.com/tulips/flowers-plants/tulip-detail.asp
http://www.aboutflowers.com/flower-a-plant-information-and-photos/meanings-of-flowers.html

 

 

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Arthouse Coop Sketchbook Tour 2015: An Accidental Technique


Arthouse Coop Patchwork Page I   27 March 2015_edited-1With the deadline in 4 days to get this off to New York, I’m as usual, going to be working right up to the line. I must have a thing for dangerous edges. No wonder I fall off cliffs.  Here’s a couple of pages that I put together just for the purpose of printing off and cutting up for inclusion into my little mystery. They aren’t meant to be interesting in themselves, but well …

Arthouse Coop Patchword Page II 27 March 2015What I did was photocopy a sheet of sheer organza dyed with rust onto which I placed the various textures, all of which have meaning beyond their patterns. The rust-dyed organza acted as a coloured filter. I then scanned the photocopies and adjusted them to my taste in Photoshop. The glaring blue checkered square was a later addition, so didn’t go under the filter.

Next step is to print them onto TAP (Lesley Riley’s Transfer Artist’s Paper) which I’ve been experimenting with. It’s fascinating. You print onto the sheet, then hot iron them onto your paper or fabric.

I didn’t mean to, but discovered a technique I’m going to be using again.

Anybody using TAP?

 

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Friday Fictioneers 100 Word Flash Fiction Story: The Dress with the Tennis Racquets Stamped All Over It


FF 27032015 Bandstand by David StewartEvery Friday writers worldwide gather round the virtual fireside of Rochelle Wisoff and share stories of 100 words, prompted by a common photograph, and exchange constructive criticism. You don’t have to write to read. Click on the blue frog at the end of my story to access all the other stories written to this week’s prompt. Readers’ comments are welcome. This week’s photo prompt is courtesy David Stewart. Thanks, David. Here’s the story your photo inspired:

The Dress with the Tennis Racquets Stamped All Over It

“Takes you back, don’t it, ol’ bandstand.”
She laughed. “Remember the night we crawled under and it was already occupied?”
“Billy and Lorraine.”
“Lorraine anyway, could have been any of the boys. She broke ‘em in like wild horses.”
“Except you.”
“… course. Remember our first?”
“You don’t forget losing your virginity.”
“Tore your dress off, with a line from Jailhouse Rock.”
“That ain’t tactics, honey, that’s just the beast in me.”
“That dress was something. Tight ‘n plunging. Little tennis racquets stamped all over it.”
Next thing he had a handbag wedged in his mouth.
“That was Lorraine’s dress!”

Ann Isik
100 Words

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Eclipses, Bloodlines and Blood Moons


Two Eclipses Bloodline Blood MoonMy visual journal entry to mark the week. A week of eclipses (two). I’m using blackish tones in this little piece. One black obscuring another. The brownish-black squares are the front and back of two used (blackcurrant?) teabags from my ever-increasing stash. Square black moons placed over another used teabag – of green tea and it’s  yellow-white. There’s two semi-circles pencilled-in at the bottom of the top moon and the top of the bottom moon. I’m going to stitch these with the tea-dyed embroidery cotton that rests under the red line. This is a bit of red recycled sari silk. It represents a bloodline. It weaves right across and separates the landscapes of the two suns and around the top of one of a growing collection of black round stones I am digging up at the allotment. Broken open, they are red. It may be bloodstone. Gem buffs out there, help me. I’m calling this a blood moon.

Teabag Drawer in Printer's Chest, Studio March 2015

Teabag Drawer in Printer’s Chest, Studio March 2015

Strangely, the next important astronomical event this year, I discovered, when researching blood moons, will be in September – a blood moon. It’ll be rust-red. It’s caused by the earth passing between the sun and the moon, thus blocking the sun’s light to the moon. Another apt metaphor.

The second image is of my teabag drawer in my studio. My stash of used and dried teabags is mounting daily. It smells heavenly. I do love the red and the blackish ones, red moons and black eclipses.

When I’ve done with this work, I think I might try and translate it into a small painting. I haven’t painted in quite some time. Some of my eco prints may translate into paintings.

What are you marking of the week in your journal? I’d like to know.

Ann

 

 

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Total Solar Eclipse: A Day of Coronae, Aureoles, Supermoons and Roundishness all Round


A moment to moment video of this morning’s total eclipse of the sun, from Faroe, which lasted about 2 minutes. The video’s long, so if you haven’t the time to watch all of it, go to about 1:10 and watch till 2:22 to see the approach of the eclipse through to the point it begins to pass. This is a spectacular recording of an historical moment. March 20 is the 2015 March equinox and the moon turns new only 14 hours after reaching lunar perigee – the moon’s closest point to Earth in its orbit – and this means this moon is a supermoon and will have a larger-than-average effect on Earth’s oceans. This new supermoon swings right in front of the equinox sun so that its shadow falls on parts of Earth.

The eclipse covered 97% of the sun (over Faroe). Over London (near me) 84%. It was overcast here anyway, but still the sky darkened a little. Birds landed on trees and stayed there until after the event. The atmosphere was eery. I felt a bit headachey, sick and dizzy.

Make a note in your diary: the closest (to the earth) full supermoon will be in September, 2015. This next supermoon will be a new moon, and it’ll again cause a total eclipse of the sun.

Sources:  Nasa, Earthsky, You Tube

Some images (below) of the eclipse, grabbed off my telly.
The day has been dominated by coronae, aureoles, and roundishishnesses in general. It will feed my art.

Total Eclipse of the Sun 20 March 2015

Total Eclipse of the Sun 20 March 2015. Taken from an aeroplane, from above the Faroe Islands.

Approaching Eclipse – the ‘Diamond Ring’ moment

 

Post Eclipse with Diamond Ring on Other Side

Post Eclipse (Diamond on Other Side of Ring)

 

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Friday Fictioneers 100 Word Flash Fiction Challenge: The Beyond


(c) Rachel Bjerke 2015

(c) Rachel Bjerke 2015

Every Friday writers worldwide gather round the virtual fireside of Rochelle Wisoff and share stories of 100 words, prompted by a common photograph, and exchange constructive criticism. You don’t have to write to read. Click on the blue frog at the end of my story to access all the other stories written to this week’s prompt. Readers’ comments are welcome. This week’s photo prompt is courtesy Rachel Bjerke. Thanks, Rachel. Here’s the story your photo inspired:

The Beyond

These circular kitchens were scattered throughout the vast wood. Each had stone chimney, oven, well. Doors descended to a stone honeycomb – each settlement’s quarters. We cooked, kept warm, socialised. For food, we hunted to the wood’s perimeters – an encircling fence, beyond which was further woodland – but it was accepted that we never crossed over.

“Why go into The Beyond, Sanai?”

“It is there, Fatwa.”

“And forbidden.”

“Why?”

“Think of our children!”

“We have none. You know few can.”

Weeks of walking brought him to a wall, so tall its top lost in mist.

He would ascend, somehow.

(c) Ann Isik 2015
100 words

In respect of my hero’s name, in case you’re interested, Sanai was an 11th-12th century Persian poet. His master work is the epic The Walled Garden of Truth, the first Persian mystical epic of Sufism. A contemporary of Sanai was Attar – is one of the pen-names of Attar of Nishapur (c. 1145 – c. 1221) – Persian sufi and poet. Both Sanai and Attar were major influencers of 13th century mystic sufi poet Rumi. Of Attar Rumi wrote in a poem, “Attar has traversed the seven cities of Love, We are still at the turn of one street.”  Attar translates to The Perfumer.

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Arthouse Coop Sketchbook Project 2015 – Progress


Arthouse Coop 2015 Eco Print I A few pages shuffled
my hands uncertain
tentative as always.
One page is full of tears

Arthouse Coop Sketchbook Tour 2015 Eco Print IVas I am tears and bad repairs
that won’t hold, of remains
of lives that didn’t last. But their stories
are beautiful, aren’t they?

Eco Print V Arthouse Coop 2015 Do we? Last?
The big question.
There are the signs. I believe.
Keeping faith has to be enough.

Eco Print III Arthouse Coop 2015I’m going for a mystery
at the heart of the book
or, in my terms
Below the Line.

Have I just written a poem?

The idea came in the night – as they often do – to use more of my eco prints on coffee filters, as page wrappers.

I like the metaphysics of wrapping.

I dreamt when I slept that my cat was ill. In distress, she was howling to be let out and when out, ran off to a garden where she plunged into cool and healing waters. It’s the second such dream of my cat in distress, second night in a row. She isn’t sick, my cat (I checked!)  But I know who is. It’s not me.

I’m lighting a candle. Lighting a way to the healing waters. Fire for water. I lit another such candle, a while back, in Aylesford Priory. St Francis came and gave me an image – of a fan. There’s fire and water in my eco prints, come to think of it. Earth and air.

Who said night was for sleeping? What is sleeping, anyway? I seem to do most of my business asleep, in the dark hours. Business isn’t the art, as you see, but the reason for the art. And to be anything but blundering and bumbling would require that I see into the future and not just my own. I’m grateful to the Sender of Ideas. And messages.

At last it is fanning out, like a hand of cards, a raison d’etre for my coffee filter eco prints.

What is in your spread of cards today?

Ann

 

 

 

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A Winter Hexagon


Hexagon IV 10 March 2015One of my preoccupations these days –  hexagons. This eco print hexagon made me think constellation.

I researched hexagonal constellation and came up with a Winter Hexagon of six stars, Capella, Aldebaran, Rigel, Sirius, Procyon and Pollux.

Capella is a star in the Auriga constellation. Aldebaran is a giant orange star in the constellation of Taurus. Rigel is in the Orion constellation. Sirius (the Dog Star) is in the constellation Canis Major. Procyon is in Canis Minor. Pollux is in the Gemini constellation and is a giant orange star.

Winter HexagonThis diagram of the Winter Hexagon includes a triangle, where the star Betelgeuse is the apex and Procyon and Sirius form the other two angles. Betelgeuse is a Red Giant – a dying star – and it’s reckoned it’ll go supernova (explode) quite soon. Don’t panic, soon is in a few hundred thousand years, a million at most.

That’s a lot of space conjured up into my two-inch hexagon. Here’s where it is now in an even bigger space; a sketchbook page. It’s a page from my Art House Co-op 2015 sketchbook, in the process of being patched together. Meeting the deadline of 31 March will be a close-run thing, as usual.

Circa BCE Winter Hexagon for Art House Coop March 2015The theme I’m interpreting is Circa. I’m calling mine Circa: BCE.  I’ve added a secret hexagon, irregular like the Winter Hexagon – a hexagon cut from a secondhand sari I bought a while back at my local Hare Krsna shop.

Circa BCE Winter Hexagon II for Art House Coop March 2015Then this is my Winter Hexagon, brimming with constellations and mysteries, just like much of our universe.

What are you conjuring up, artwise?

Ann

Acknowledgements:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Constellation#Mythology.2C_lore.2C_history.2C_and_archaeoastronomy
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Winter_Hexagon
http://astrobob.areavoices.com/2014/01/09/looking-for-aurora-tonight-check-out-the-winter-hexagon-2/
http://www.slate.com/blogs/bad_astronomy/2014/09/08/betelgeuse_astronomers_give_it_100_000_years_before_it_explodes.html

 

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Friday Fictioneers 100 Word Flash Fiction Challenge: The Elfin Ladder


FF 06032015 Photo Prompt by Erin Leary  aka erinlearywrites.comThis must be the latest ever I’ve posted a story for Friday Fictioneers. Maddeningly, I have had to write the story twice, having lost a first version in the digital ether. I don’t expect any fellow friday fictioneer to read this, but I’m determined to publish and be damned.

For the record, every Friday writers worldwide gather round the virtual fireside of Rochelle Wisoff and share stories of 100 words, prompted by a common photograph, and exchange constructive criticism. You don’t have to write to read. Click on the blue frog at the end of my story to access all the other stories written to this week’s prompt. Readers’ comments are welcome.

This week’s photo prompt is courtesy Erin Leary. Thanks, Erin. Here’s the story your photo inspired:

The Elfin Ladder

“Look, fairy tables!”

Agaricus arvensis, darling – horse mushrooms.”

“Safe to eat?”

“If they smell of aniseed.”

“Look, an elfin ladder!”

He looked. At regular intervals, from base to canopy, tongue-shaped brackets of beefsteak fungus runged the trunk of an ancient chestnut. Within, mycelium fingers choked the life from the tree. He should have told her, chose instead to watch the life of the forest mirrored back from her slanting eyes.

They made camp, dined on mushrooms fragranced with aniseed. Later, he looked into her mirrors and watched two figures, clothed only in forest, mount the elfin ladder and disappear.

Ann Isik
99 words

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On My Work Table Today


Studio Work Table 5 March 2015The studio was in such a mess I couldn’t use it.

Here it is, tidied and once more in operation.

Here are some eco prints on papers, fabrics, rust-printed organza, tea-dyed embroidery silk, carved Indian woodblock, barnacle-encrusted mussel shells.  Aren’t these barnacle-bejewelled shells gorgeous? Fossilised eco-systems.

Paints Pigments and Sari Silks in Jars

Paints Pigments and Sari Silks in Jars

I found, to add to my growing collection, this woodblock, in an antique shop in Hay-on-Wye last Saturday, when I ran away to the Black Mountains.

It’s made from Shaheen wood (don’t know what that is and can’t find any references to it) and the carving is of ferns and some flowers. Haven’t used it yet.

Woodblock Shasheen Wood from Hay on WyeI’m working on putting my 2015 Arthouse Co-op sketchbook together, to meet the deadline for its US tour.

And I’m finishing the editing on my illustrated trine of short stories Leaves which I will now publish as a PDF rather than as an ebook.

The making of these stories is a story in itself now.

They originated as a combo of flash fiction tales for a competition I entered last November that turned out to be a scam.  (I wrote about that here and how I got my entry fee back through PayPal).

I then decided to develop and polish them into longer stories and illustrate them and publish them, as an ebook. I used Blurb’s BookWright software but when published and despite using one of their own fonts, all my italics had been wiped out, some of which were a character’s inner dialogues and vital. After over a week trying to sort this out with customer services – exchanging emails, sending before and after screenshots – the usual – I was dumped and my fee refunded silently and without apology. It’s the second ebook they’ve refunded me for. Clearly, their ‘ware has glitches.

So look out for Leaves soon, the poor, abused thing. And if anybody can recommend some ebook software, I’d appreciate that.

What’s on your work table today?

 

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