|homage to Paul Kenny © Caroline Fraser|
Having a strange day today.
Clearing out a room for the purpose of redecorating I came across a diary from the millenium year that I had forgotten that I had written.
Back to memories again........
I also found my girl guide pencil and cat badges. What happened to all the others? I had an armful.
I wonder what I did to achieve these. We had no cat and we had no dog. OH has kindly searched the web for me and found that I had to care for an animal for 4 weeks.
|girl guide animal lover badge|
Perhaps it was a hamster.
I probably had to feed it just like I usually did........
|girl guide artist badge|
I wonder what sort?
All I do remember is that I learned how to change a car tyre. (- did I get a spanner badge for that?)
I became a Queen's guide.
Which then allowed me to leave.
I was not brave enough to say "I have had enough, thank you".
It has taken me about 50 years to be that brave.
Last weekend I spent two days in the company of one of my photographic heroes Paul Kenny
|Paul kenny 'Seaworks'|
His recently published book is a thing of great beauty.
Currently he works with scanned objects, creating images with repeated motifs and laden with metaphor.
Circles represent the world, and squares represent man made objects.
Microscopic landscapes representing wider worlds.
He encouraged us to make images from the confines of a small square of the world that might represent other stories or landscapes.
|framing the landscape|
I got very stuck. An hour passed and I had not made any images.
Mr Kenny pointed me in the direction of a small round fungus and said 'that'll make a good picture'
No pressure then.
And I had been working so hard to try and avoid copying his motifs and style.
I did as I was bid, and added some grassy stalks.
I processed the image with the aim of making a moon or other planetary orb.
|Homage to Paul Kenny © Caroline Fraser|
And then today in my lost dairy I came across a poem that I wrote in 2000, and which had slipped my mind.
It feels as though they are meant to go together.
Along with some words from Robert Frost about writing poetry and his poem about the moon.
|On poetry - by Robert Frost|
Moons and words..........
Memories and images.
Forgotten and found.
I shall have to start cutting and sticking again; so much more pleasurable to read than a digital diary.