Jazz Green : fine artist. Artist journal, a blog, musings on art, an artist's perspective.

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Jazz's Journal
Sat, 26 Nov 2005
For seasons and reasons.
It's been just over a week since I started my experimental "blog", and I haven't managed to keep up one entry a day. I've had one piece of feedback. This experiment is not showing the signs of fruit just yet. I think it is timely to look at some other artist's blogs, and I've still to google "blog" as a term. The weather has been changeable too - we were all set for the big freeze which seems to have just passed us by. Yesterday, which was mainly dry and breezy, was interspersed with short flurries of sleet soon followed by episodes of crisp sunshine. Even the talk in the village shop is how weather forecasts never quite come true; we have come to accept that we can and do have four seasons in one day.

Nature's quartet has been a muse for many artists from Vivaldi to Twombly, usually and understandably as a series of four distinct works. As I write, the sun has slipped away yet again, a laden grey sky slides into position, indicating it's arrival by the tinkling of raindrops on the window pane. Now, how to encapsulate this daily changeability, both visible and felt, in only one piece of work? Someone is telling me I should return to the humble sketchbook - remember, those small works of Constable and Turner? Haven't you got a book somewhere? Yes, but I see the sun has come out again, and I really should tackle that garden pruning before it changes back again. Alas, the sunshine was only fleeting, reason calls, and so endeth this "blog" for now...

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