Above, a black and white photograph of the green-yellow-pink butterfly cloth that features in the still life paintings that I’m currently working on. Got it at Joann Fabrics last year. In black and white it’s like a drawing and all the wonderful intricate lines stand out.
I’m on a theme of apples. Also, am thinking about the “empty” passages, the smooth swells of the drapery, trying to figure out what their relationships should be to the “stuff” of the still life. And I’m trying to find dimension and air in the spaces through effects of color. However, in light of my other discovery today (see previous post), I’m looking at my picture in black and white too.
I’m happy to find it still has some poetry even in black and white.
I think the great Aussi poet Paul Squires read my mind.