It has been a wet summer so far, and so, we decided to go for a few days to visit what is normally one of the wettest parts of England. Our perversity was rewarded with dry and sunny days, especially on the first day.
First we went to Tate Liverpool to see the Turner, Monet, Twombly: later paintings exhibition. We walked round the Albert Dock in glorious sunshine, and very much enjoyed the wondrous paintings of Turner and Twombly in the show. (The Monets came off a poor trailing third in our opinion.) A fascinating exhibition, which I found inspiring and thought-provoking. A good summer trip must include the seaside of course, and so in the late afternoon we went on up the coast to see the Antony Gormley piece: Another place. I had only ever seen photographs of this, but I really wanted to see the work itself. So despite my crumbling knees and my snail's pace, I hobbled my way to the promenade, and it was truly worth it. I just found the whole presence of the figures mind-expandingly inspiring - and the environs of estuary, sand, grass, fence, sky, etc. were bonuses heaping on the pure joy.
There are photographs much better than my snaps here, and here is information about the piece.
I have got my timing all wrong: I should have waited until Hilary Mantel's third volume about Thomas Cromwell was available, so that I would not have to wait. Wolf Hall, and Bring up the bodies have been my bedtime Kindle reading for a wee while now, and I have very much enjoyed being an intimate observer of the man and those around him, and it is with regret that I realise I shall have to wait a while before the next book is published and I can continue the momentum.
Mantel's writing is invisible insofar as she pulls the reader into the world of the person she is writing about without constant asides of information, or scene setting. So often historical novels are full of the research over which the author has laboured, and too often determined to use nomatter whether strictly necessary. Mantel is a novelist, telling a story woven round a man who was real. It is powerful stuff, and I am now not quite sure where I shall go next in my bedtime reading.
A couple of months ago I used up some small pieces of paper by monoprinting bookmarks. While I did that I ran the paint covered roller over tissue, and kept that for possible future use as chine collé. Well, I'm happy to report that I recently used those tissues with a polyester litho plate. This is the basic design which I drew onto the plate with a Sharpie. (Here is an informative article about polyester lithography.)
The figure is one of a group of acrobats which I have used from time to time. The 'pattern' is one which appealed to me when I was doing research about shingle. It is based on the Ordinance Survey's symbol for shingle. The result has a simple appeal to me, but it needs colour and dynamism.
This changed completely when I added the tissue. Other accidents added to the interest.
I am really quite pleased with the results, and I shall have to make sure I keep a ready supply of rollered tissue. Another means of making instant chine collé tissue is when wiping/blotting inked carborundum. I added two such wipings to a print with my juggler.
I had white tissue, and so I decided to print on coloured pastel paper. I like the way that the white of the tissue shows where I put less of the rice paste.