Drawing of white on black digitally then mirrored it and added a mozaic over part of it. Just playing. Using different ideas and styles. I never keep to one thing…
Cut and cropped
Captured in a frame
They cannot fall
But are held
In crazed glass
Or a cracked mirror,
Life confused by art.
This one works in a strange way, the steps form odd little triangles, it looks like there is a hole with soil layers, the branches shrink into the distance and the sprinkling of snow adds to the contrast. A slight hint of blue adds to the cold feel.
I was passing an antique shop one day when I saw the face of a woman looking back at me from an old cracked and crazed mirror. It’s bronze frame was chipped and pitted with age. The face looked like an old master painting, like a Jacobean lady, with a powdered wig and pale face.
I didn’t know how it was happening but I was drawn inside and paid far too much for it. Minutes later I was walking down the road with a brown paper package under my arm.
That was the beginning of the horror…..
She sat looking into the hand mirror, she was going to put her mascara on, but her face was distorted. She suddenly realised it looked like a playing card, one side flipped over. What the hell was going on….. She felt her face, it seemed normal? She tried to touch the glass of the mirror… Her finger seemed to penetrate its surface. A feeling like rubber or elastic… Push, her finger disappeared into its surface. She pulled her hand away…
She thought for a second, then leaned forward and put her eye near the glass, she felt a pulling sensation, then – POP! She was in another world?
Someone asked me whether I was superstitious of the day. I’m not really but I thought I would write a response :
I’m staying indoors in case a black cat crosses my path, climbs up a ladder, meets a magpie, has a fight, knocks over the ladder, which lands on a crack in the pavement, breaking the wing mirror on my car. The ladder also breaks my window and snaps the stop cock on the way down……
Now where did put my rain coat incase we have a flood….?
No it can’t be
In a mirror?
You wouldn’t see
My eyes reflect
I do not seek blood,
I seek love.
On one side my cat in the mirror, on the other side the view of him across the bedroom. Surprisingly the first image was in the mirror. I think I had a bit of camera shake when I took the photo of him across the room. It’s also odd because there seems to be more depth of field (depth perception) in the first one. I might do more pictures of reflections and see how they turn out.
Picture mirrored in the Layout app (it’s something from Instagram). I was trying to think what it reminded me if and I suddenly though CROCODILE!
It’s weird how things can look if they are duplicated. You suddenly realise you are looking at some new creation. Some pattern that shouldn’t be there. It’s fun, it’s peculiar, it’s what I like to do.
Reflected, I imagine myself.
Caught between then and now,
near and far.
Lost, not found.
Time to turn round,
clear my mind,
Decide to be.