On Friday, I got a call from my son, inviting me out to lunch with him and his daughter, Cara. Never one to say no to a meal, and in such good company, off I went. I came back with a couple of unexpected treasures. They probably wouldn't qualify as treasures for anyone else, admittedly...but...
Here's the first :
Cara had a drink in a bottle; this is the lid. It's textured; the ribs stick out. I think it might well make a dinky little stamp. Actually, scaled up and perhaps tinkered with a little, it would make an interesting lino cut. A flower, maybe, or a sunburst. Something to contemplate.
After the meal, we sat outside so that Cara could play on the equipment in the garden. There was another family there, and a little girl gave Andrew and I each a pine cone. Andrew was a bit bemused, I think, but I was pleased...
Not a great photograph, I'm afraid, but you get the drift... I love the way it resembles a rose. The texture is amazing, partly its own, partly due to lichen growth. It's one of these things that is perfect both of itself and in what it suggests.
Where do I get my ideas from? Absolutely everywhere. All that is really necessary is to recognise things both for what they are, and for what they might become.
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