Dear Cleo 18 03 25

Dear Cleo

Great fun this morning coffee, croque messieur, you, me, Auburn, olives, bananas and the horsebox of the apocalypse. You are looking forward to your Easter Holiday which will be here before you know it.

Me, I dreamed of the Seashells live at the Shea Stadium and a big shell teaching the little shells to sing the song of the sea, but this afternoon I have been diverted into thinking about orchids. Several weeks ago I painted an orchid from Sainsbury’s and I had a feeling that the delicacy of the petals and the repetitive nature of the blooms would fit the bill of this project precisely.

Fig 1 ( Orchid 1 Oils on canvas 200 x 500

I set off with a will and made this,

Figure 2 ( graphite and liquid chalk on A5 cartridge

I then flipped the drawing in Photoshop to produce this more pleasing composition.

Figure 3 ( digital image

I felt I was onto something here and then the orchid died, all its petals fell off and everything. Luckily I don’t give my orchids names so I was not too upset at its passing, more annoyed that I could not continue with the drawing of it.

I re-read yesterday’s post and was surprised by two things, one, that I had named my sketches, I must have thousands of sketches and those five are the only ones with a name.

The second thing that surprised me was that I put those sketches on the internet for all to see. I am not precocious of my sketches but those five are particularly rough, had they not been in a sketchbook they would probably never have seen the light of day.

I think that I was, however, being a little precocious with this my blog only putting the best stuff in and keeping it neat and tidy for the world to see. I think I have finally realised that this blog is like a sketchbook and that realisation has been prompted by the gallery website that I have recently set up (everybody loves a bit of self promotion).The gallery is properly set up with as little wording as possible to show the public side of Mickos, on this blog, at times, you get the insecure worried side of Mickos that has crazy ideas and struggles to make sense of it all.

Yesterday’s sketches have the raw, the real Mickos, the struggle and the thinking and resolution that I now think this blog has been missing, this blog needs to be the Motown, the soul of my struggle, and from now on it will be. Yesterday’s sketches have a feel of Rauschenberg about them.

In the meantime, I need to nip to Sainsbury’s and buy a new orchid, I am going to give this one a name, naming things seems to mean that you love things and take better care of them and give them orchid food, like it says on the packet. I wonder if Sainsbury’s sell orchid food or if I will have to go to a garden centre?

That was a lot of words, but an important realisation, and coincidentally this project is also about time and the passage of it, so we will all have to wait till tomorrow when we have a new orchid to draw, and longer still because I need orchid food and a name for my new orchid.

It is turning into a series with episodes, I remember as a child the weekly episodes of Flash Gordon in the cinema or the comics, man and womankind are conditioned to think in episodes, what are you going to paint on the cave wall tomorrow Ma?

I hope you enjoyed your trip to the woods and I will write again tomorrow,

My love as always

Mickos xx