I have touched upon some of the comic art and illustrations that I collect and why I like what I have or why a certain artist leaves that lasting impression on me today.
I would say I tend to be a creative person, I do day dream, I like ambition but I LOVE escapism.
An intentional or unintentional separation which can remove the simple stresses of everyday life…
I believe we all do it to some degree, but some maybe more than others and I am one of those others.
From being a child and dreaming of being in the pictures of Alice In Wonderland (my favourite childhood book), I would see myself tagging along with Alice, the Secret Garden and The Moondial were other favourites, things which conjured magic, colour and imagination.
At school my reports were always the same… ‘Daydreamer, scatterbrain... (Boy did that one get me told off...) head in clouds’
So they thought…
To this day I still claim I had one ear on what the teacher was saying whilst my head was coming up with better ideas as to where I would have preferred to be…
I would have still been able to answer a question.
Then there was the time I lost my very first house point. Why? I hear you ask!! (or maybe not..) but I am going to tell you anyhow.
It was because I saw the school rabbit had escaped into the car park, the window was open and I dived out of the window to rescue the bunny…
I was 6 or 7.
Events like this seem to follow my academic career.
Cut to 5 years later in Physics…
I saw the cows in the farmer’s field had escaped into the school grounds; I made my excuses so I could and round them up…
I ended up with a week’s detention and it was during these detentions I found an 'Artists Illustrated' magazine the teacher had left behind.
My world had been opened to the colours of impressionism, which in turn suggest sights, sounds and smells.
I started reading up on the main guys, this whole movement was about escapism as it was an impression of what said artist would see and there for you the viewer fill in the blanks to make the picture complete.
I loved doing this!!
I have pictures and sketches collected from my early teens which mean something to me; it is some of these I would like to share, this time.
Robin Hoods Bay, a seaside town, with the steepest of hills you have ever seen to get down to the shore…
It is here my dad and I had our very last photo taken together, this gives me a melancholy feeling when looking at these, but it is over come with the happy thoughts of us rock pooling together, and him slipping on his arse because of sea weed…
These paintings would taste salty and gritty but smell like the best homemade strawberry ice cream a child ever had.
God did I HATE this place as a kid… this is Etherow country Park, every Saturday we went as my dad would sail his model boats… this old factory wheel he would allow me to go to when I got overly bored .
It smells of old rusty metal, fisherman’s bate, scrapes and grazes to my knees and wet leaves, and the sounds of running water, to the right of this was a rather large waterfall.
Looking at it still gives me the feelings of ugh… it is a bleak picture, but in other ways, it makes me smile as it is a key childhood memory.
One day I intend on taking my son to this place which I am sure would be a day of mixed feelings.
This was bought on my first trip to Cyprus with my mum.
I actually quite fancied the street artist, which is why I went and bought it, so I could talk to him… it is made from wax and at the time it reminded me of fresh fruit, sardines, squid and hot suns… today they remind me of petals and leaves at cell level.
I came by this when I was just starting to feel the difference of being a kid and becoming a young lady.
I liked the femininity of it, it was sensual and things I was learning and wanting to be, but held back by feeling shy and this kind of sums up these adolescent thoughts.
So here is how my art love began...
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