s is for seeing, a sign

chanced upon, in the ‘city’, the discarded ‘trim’ of a payslip – it is, after all, that time of the month

i was there to attend a workshop, and even with a map to guide me there, i was looking more at the pavement, equipped with my camera in the hope that the textures of the city might ‘provide plenty of opportunity for the development of aesthetic sensibility’… i arrived at my destination three slides into the standard-format-for-training-purposes powerpoint… and came away three hours later with many paper-based resources, all conveniently collated in a file…

so, a brisk walk through the city’s streets turned up some more found drawings… perhaps this is becoming rather repetitive but, in this stone wall, exhibited within each block, was a very different and unique drawing, in the mark-making, colours and textures; i liked the composite grouping…

around the corner, an entirely different wall, made of flint… curiously appealing in its suggestion of the natural environment and yet an entirely functional building material, the breeze-block of its day…

later, some vertical shutters… not really a found drawing or painting, but seemed worthy of a snapshot…

and then later still, as if by magic, came a message came from beyond the grave – tony hart beckoned, in the form of an art book found in a charity shop – a positive ‘must have’ when discovered deep within the reduced box at just 50p… delightful ‘light reading’ for the journey home…

i do have quite small hands, all i really need are some big ideas…

2 Comments

  1. Posted June 30, 2010 at 9:15 pm | Permalink

    Once you start finding ‘notable’ things on the road surface, there’s no escape..!

    Love that collection of ‘found drawings’, they have a wonderful time-worn tint to them.

    And what’s not to love about the great Mr Hart – hope his ideas are suitably inspiring.

  2. Jazz
    Posted July 1, 2010 at 11:44 pm | Permalink

    thank you for your comment, james…

    yes, the book reminds oneself, to reference picasso on painting, that every child is indeed an artist – and that we, as artists, need to retain that sense of playfulness…