Saturday 13 October 2012

...'tyger burning bright'...or...'Chango Must Go!'...



Not sure of the age of this fabulous machine - 80 years?

Pamela's tyger, tyger burning bright...

In the forests of the night...

What immortal hand or eye...

Could frame thy fearful symmetry?


Thanks to Marie for the fabulously organic sewing machine she kindly lent us this week - along with the lantern, hibachi, bongos and plant in a pot!  
From the top - Marie's wonderful apparatus, Pamela's pastel tiger, Chango's inspirational meditational, Sarah's flowing sewing machine, bongos.
Well done to Maurice for grappling and persevering with the baffling mysteries of one point perspective - keep up the good work. We all get to the vanishing point in the end. 
By the way, that red glow is the heat of our passionate creativity - baby it's not cold outside... 
And so long Chango. 
I knew Chango's days were numbered, but not having seen him for some weeks, I had not mentioned that as far as being our one and only canine cohort, he was on his last legs - all four of them. 
How people like us artists - who are supposed to be a little more observant than most - managed to not see the 'No Dogs' sign in the porch as you come in, I don't know. 
I guess like most people - 'you just see what you wanna see...' 
Apologies. Chango has been relegated to his home studio, sketch book and pencil in paw... 
...and keep drawing... 
...Chango.


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