I haven't worked much on my artwork over the past week or so, partly because I've had a bit of a cleaning frenzy and have been doing some much needed chucking out of stuff I should have got rid of years ago, but hadn't had the heart to. It's hard getting rid of old things sometimes, and it's amazing how the most mundane belongings can take on sentimental value. I have been in the habit of scanning things like receipts, tickets, programmes and greetings cards for years now so I still have a digitised version of them to look back on when I feel like wallowing in the past. Which do have a habit of doing from time to time. I've always been both astonished and fascinated by the feeling of time passing, the surreality of memory and how something can feel so tangible in the mind and yet be irretrievable in reality.
I returned on Monday from a lovely Easter break with G to Cornwall. We paid return visits to Heligan and Eden, and visited a garden which was new to us called Pinetum Park, which has some lovely exotic pine trees and a beautiful Japanese garden, among other features. I took a few photographs which I hope might be useful to my work in future. We paid a return visit to Mevagissey (or Meva as I've heard the locals call it) where we stayed in 2004. Back then we had a lovely meal in a restaurant called The Haven, and we stayed at a lovely apartment called The Sundeck, all gone now. Yet still there and tangible in the memory. If I close my eyes I can seat myself back in that tiny cosy restaurant turn my head and see the businessmen enjoying their rowdy dinner to our left on the other side of the chimney breast, to the right the apologetic waitress (or maybe owner) apologises that our food is taking so long, only it is all locally sourced and the table is ours for the night. The meal was lovely, well worth waiting for.
Anyway, here is A Tiny Piece of My Shadow.
And here is something new which I sketched out this evening. Another magnolia.