Monday, November 23, 2009
It's warming up now, summer is on it's way and I'm becoming enamored of imperfect leaves. I used to look out for the most perfect I could find, but now it's the slightly tatty ones that I'm drawn to. It's the colours that do it, when I see one caught in a shaft of morning sunlight and it seems to glow, I just can't help myself and I have to pick it up. I'm a terrible picker-upper, I spend a lot of my time during walks with my head down, eyes to the ground...so leaves, rocks, feathers, or shells and bits of driftwood at the beach, invariably get picked up and brought home. I was very tempted a couple years ago to bring home a completely dehydrated Leather Jacket (a type of fish, not an article of clothing!) I found on the beach. My beloved put his foot down on that one, probably just as well, seeing as the previous beach finds, a bunch of sponges that I'd brought home, had somehow been forgotten and spent the next couple of weeks stuck under one of the car seats. It took him a while to find where the smell was coming from...and a while longer for the smell to dissipate! So I drew a picture of it instead. It was rather fun, one of those pieces that you start but you don't know where it's going till you get there. It began as a series of bits of paper torn from an unmemorable book and glued to a larger sheet, which were then covered in a kind of scribbled journal entry, and then the fish over the top. On reflection, probably a much better memento to bring home than the fish itself.
Posted by A mermaid in the attic at 11:43 AM