Dear Cleo 17 10 29

Dearest Cleo

How are you? Well I hope, after putting the clocks back, we have a bright shiny day so I went back up to Whitewebbs to check on my artwork, It was OK, the wind and rain had hardly moved it.

It’s a bit like owning a masterpiece you have to keep restoring it, to keep it at its best. I am now, along with the employees of Enfild councilthe only unpaid curator on the whitewebbs team.

Today in my collaboration with the woods I drew a tree it was about six meters tall or long made out of the branches of dead trees, there are lots of real dead trees lying on the floor at Whitewebbs but I wanted my drawing to look alive so I based it in a live tree. Here it is;

Figure 1 (17 10 29 01) Forest collaboration 2 Sculpted tree from the side digital photograph

Figure 2 (17 10 29 02) Forest collaboration 2 Sculpted tree from below digital photograph

Whitewebbs is a good location for doing this, land artists seem to seek out remote locations like moors and things where there is no sign of anyone interacting with the landscape previously, Whitewebbs is pretty remote.

Looking at the pictures now I think I need to go back and give my drawing a bit more volume maybe it will become a sculpture.

As well as a drawing it is the trace of a piece of performance art, I didn’t have much of an audience but I was performing albeit only tidying up the forest.

I am more pleased than yesterday because my drawing blends in with its surroundings and if anyone should stumble across it, it is unmistakable a work of art

 

My love as always

Mickos xx

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Dear Cleo 17 10 28

Dearest Cleo

Well my dear, it is back to school for you on Monday, and half term is over. Before I had all the shenanigans with Damien’s dog yesterday I did manage to go to Whitewebbs and collaborate with the woods.

It reminded me a lot of when I was about eight or nine and we made dens with old house bricks and bits of wood. Walking in Whitewebbs is such a pleasure, you see more squirrels than people, so I am not expecting imminent discovery as a land artist except maybe by the odd squirrel.

One positive is that I an getting to know Whitewebbs fairly well and I can now do a quick drawing that represents a woodland here at home, and I am getting used to the tones and colours of the forest. You can’t see the ground for the carpet of leaves, it seems like something to do with magic or the forest people, I wonder if the wind and rain changed it in the night, I think I will go back and have a look today

Figure 1 (17 10 28) Forest collaboration 1 Digital photograph

My love as always

Mickos xx

Dear Cleo 17 10 17

Dearest Cleo

I hope your Monday went well

While I was in the woods yesterday I created this;

Figure 1 (17 10 17) Peace and relaxation, Charcoal and white chalk on A2 white sugar paper

I think it needs figures, I ignored the wood nymphs as they were moving a bit quick, but maybe with a few of them in there, it would make a better picture I will make a few A3 copies tomorrow so I can experiment with it a bit.

The date is nearly a palimdrone we will have to wait until the seventeenth of November until it actually is.

My love as always

Mickos

Dear Cleo 17 10 16

Dearest Cleo

Whitewebbs has a Sequoiadendron giganteum or giant sequoia that was planted in 1853, so it is only about 164 years old, the oldest known is 3500 years old. They are normally only found in California America and they must have been very proud of it back then, because they made a fence round it and gave it a big plaque. It is a very big tree and quite pretty. There are some young ones too about 20 years old, only about ten have grown since 1853, when they were small somebody gave them a little cage to stop the rabbits eating them but nobody looked after them since then and they have out grown their cages.

Figure 1 (17 10 16 01) Giant sequoia Whitewebbs Enfield with overgrown plaque and dilapidated enclosure Digital photograph

Figure 2 (17 10 16 02) Young giant sequoia Whitewebbs Enfield outgrows its rabbit cage Digital photograph

The cage brought to mind An Act of Terror or Neglect that I drew the other day so I did this.

Figure 3 (17 10 16 03) Sequoia set free charcoal and pastels on A2 sugar paper

Well dear I hope you found that interesting, if you remind me I will take you to see the giant redwood before the winter sets in.

Love as always

Mickos xx

Dear Cleo 17 10 14

Dearest Cleo

It was great to catch up this morning, even if it was just for a short while it was good to see you and Auburn was so loud, he is getting into a big little brother to you.

I was thinking forest with figures which was lingering from yesterday and I have been reading, well looking at the pictures really in Raphael and his circle, and I started off with this sketch from my sketchbook

Figure 1 (17 10 14 01) Sketch ink on A6 cartridge

I started drawing with charcoal and remembered to take progress photographs.

Figure 2 (17 10 14 02) Composition charcoal on A2 sugar paper

Figure 3 (17 10 14 03) Composition charcoal on A2 sugar paper

Figure 4 (17 10 14 04) Holy family at play, angels on point, charcoal and chalk on A2 sugar paper

Figure 5 (17 10 14 05) Holy family at play, angels on point, charcoal and chalk on A2 sugar paper

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Figure 6 (17 10 14 06) Holy family at play, angels on point, charcoal and chalk on A2 sugar paper

It needs developing a bit more with some hand studies and figure studies for the infant, but it is not bad. It has grown a classic renaissance pyramid for the figures and an illusion of a cross in the background of the infant the touching hands are an echo of Michelangelo’s hands of Adam and God. I know it is 500 years out of date, but just maybe just maybe, there is a Pope out there somewhere who needs one of these for his chapel

I hope you like it, the angels are on point because religion seems so militaristic these days. I am going to the pub now to watch the Mighty Arsenal hoping for some high art. I may see you tomorrow, if not be lucky.

Love as always

Mickos xx

Dear Cleo 17 10 13

Dear Cleo

It seems a long time since I wrote, I have been busy writing an essay and researching in books. The essay concerns Raphael, Picasso and Auburn, so you can probably imagine how much research was required. I will put it on here when it is finished.

As well as that I have been going to Whitewebbs Woods three or four times a week, just to soak up the atmosphere and understand what it is all about. Rediscovering what it is like to be peaceful in nature and spending more time being still and observing the calm.

Whitewebbs is labelled a park, but it is a long time since the park keeper visited, the dedicated benches stop around 2002 and the lifebelt by the pond dates from 1995. I guess the park hasn’t been maintained since 1995, they will probably shut it soon, in case an old branch falls on someone’s head because it is not being looked after.

Anyway  I am letting the woods speak to me while I listen in their silence these are the drawings I created after going home to the studio,

Figure 1 (17 10 13 01) Forest path, charcoal and XL charcoal on white A2 sugar paper

I think this has an almost Cezanne type feel to it which could be the result of dancing at the easel it probably would be better redone with figures

 

Figure 2 (17 10 13 02) Forest path, ink and wash on white A2 sugar paper

After many years of walking this path I know it, hold it in my head and I can conjure it up at a moment’s notice, it often puts in an appearance when I am listening to peaceful music or sitting in a traffic jam.

Figure 3 (17 10 13 03) Edge of the forest, ink and wash on white A2 sugar paper.

On one edge of the unkempt woods is a pristinely maintained golf course an abrupt border between the wild and the tame.

Figure 4 (17 10 13 04) An act of terror or neglect, ink and wash and Conte crayon white A2 sugar paper

This started as a grassy knoll but maybe I have been reading the news too much and had to get something out of my head.

Well that is it for tonight I am so looking forward to seeing you tomorrow, good luck with the maths test.

My love as always

Mickos xx