I find it hard to believe that nigh on two years have passed since I last posted. Personal circumstances have prevented anything other than simply existing from day to day. But now I am ready to launch a new venture which I hope readers will find as exciting as did my ‘trial tutee’.
“ANN’S ART RETREATS” are a series of one-to-one tutored workshops on a wide range of creative themes, conducted in my own studio. During good weather, my wild acre of veg-plot, flower garden and orchard offers another source of inspiration, and somewhere to work.
My ‘trial tutee’ is a close friend who offered to be my guinea-pig.: I had asked her what she would like to tackle, and then prepared her a structured lesson on her chosen theme; loaning her the folder I had prepared for her, so she could experiment at home with any number of variations. She kindly wrote an appraisal, and has asked to return here for more input. “I have had a relaxed and informative afternoon with Ann. One to one tuition is a rewarding way of learning new skills or developing – in my case – creative methods of transferring images, and words. It was inspirational as Ann has very good resources in her new workroom, to enable anyone to produce an excellent mixed media project.”
I’m also ashamed to say that I have forgotten how to use the WordPress platform (!!) and need to re-teach myself its intricacies, whilst working on the many topics I will be offering at Ann’s Art Retreats.
I haven’t published for a while as my energies have been engaged elsewhere, and this will be a very short post to check that I have not forgotten ho to use the WordPress platform – all my other blogs are on Blogger with which I am totally familiar. So here goes: it’s been glorious in the garden today – clearing debris from a storm-damaged plum and making plans for revamping the whole acre. That’s the easy bit (writing a couple of sentences); now to try inserting the photo I took of a peacock butterfly sunning itself on the workshop wall.
I’m not sure whether I am on my head or my heels, floating or sinking, climbing or falling. I know I am weary from struggling with the technicalities of WordPress and how difficult it seems to be to set up sidebar information, compared with the platform (Blogger) to which I am used. Images look more vibrant I think, and maybe that is what I will use it for most … they are very quick to post and the program seems to accept them at larger size.
So maybe I’ll experiment a little longer this evening as the purpose of all this frenetic self-tuition is that I have to migrate one of my regular blogs to this platform during the coming weeks. These two images show the Rive Mole in (controlled) flood last year near Hampton Court (Middlesex, UK). As ever, I love the shape of branches and tobacco-coloured plants against the khaki water. These are destined to appear along with others in another small textile and paper booklet.
When out and about, it is often shapes and colours that catch my attention, translating themselves in my mind into paper-fabric creations. These and other images will appear in one such, though right now, I have other stitched panels to bring from brain to page: poppies and wine flowers. That’s to follow; at least I have managed a three-image post, and my usual slithering of words!
I’ve just looked at this – back to the text-book; can’t make it do what I want!
On our way to a family gathering last weekend, I was minded to record our journey – as I often do when travelling – as one of my word-whispers. But I had left my usual notebook at home. All I could fish out of my bag was a somewhat long supermarket checkout receipt. Words flowed, and on my return home, I typed it into my iPad awaiting time to transfer it along with images I took on the journey ‘through the windscreen’. OK, so you can’t read what I wrote, but I have problems with using WordPress so will wait to create a full post when I have sorted the glitches. Continue reading
Greetings to anyone who has not seen my Facebook page,
as I am new to the WordPress scenario.
Found online whilst researching family history for a textile project.
… here I can sit and write, or sketch, or just sit and dream …