Last week was an intensive week of play. Although depression plagued me, I find these times somehow are part of a rhythm that plays out and I am learning not to despair at the repeated reappearances of these black dog moments…instead my mind ticks into turning cogs of information and I play with the ideas of possibilities to creatively play my way through...
Folded lead over rocks...
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| Ruth Hassall, folded lead |
Washing old masonite pieces in the bath to begin to create a sculpture, leaving tendrils of clay marks that captured my attention...
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| Ruth Hassall, washed masonite board remains of clay and bath |
Paint marks left on the studio wall...
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| Ruth Hassall, Wall of painting studio |
More washed masonite as I work out "what next"...
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| Ruth Hassall, Painted Masonite, still playing pre-sculpture |
An old piece captures my eye where I played with dropped clay shapes and oxides, and I think of new works to do...
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| Ruth Hassall, fired clay and oxid, playing with clay |
Leaning near my door a slab of clay canvas with an oil painted landscape bringing a renewed interest in this mix of mediums...
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| Ruth Hassall, Clay canvas, oil, 500x350 |
Clay tree like forms sitting in my bath until I get the urge to clean again...
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| Ruth Hassall, clay washed off in bath |
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Ruth Hassall, Painted Masonite - pre sculpture play
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Lots of experimenting., exciting works.
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