June Shipping Hill

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layout for possible architectural changes.

A couple of shots of what in the past I have labelled as "envelope" fields

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A shot of a watercolour I've done on or in a few separate Junes when the ferns come out and the nearby field is vibrant.

The cottage at first light

A couple of sticks that I've picked up recently to try to replace the original model from a Tasmanian rain forest that was "lost", given to me forty years ago by Julian Pefanis. 

Shot out of a very grubby french window

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Waiting for the start of the world. 

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Pantry

 

The next series of shots are about one of the things that happen when they cut down forestry after forty years of growth - the winds whip up and blow down trees that are left unprotected on the edges of the "then" forest.

 

The upturned roots of one of my favorite trees.

 

A painting from the early 70's entitled "Tomato cherry blossom and a wind-full of lost strings" (the tree in question)

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King Bokos Son

Rough for "Emporium"

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The mantlepiece at Rylett Road.

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Art

Waterfalls

Notes for a painting that needs finishing off at Shipping Hill

Originally

Taken

At Sca Fell

A couple

of springtime's ago.

I put the words in like this because the images seem to have a mind of their own and I hope this will anchor them.

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History of the cover for the He He Band

Stat painter (other models are available)

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I'm having problems uploading images onto blogs from this computer ( unsupported browser ) and when I try the machine at the library, it does funny things to the top of the page. So posts have temporarily lost their attraction - seeing as they are mainly about fitting words to images, cartoon comic style.

At present I'm in a situation where I have three important pieces work to finish off: The swans on the lake, The Edge,

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 and Midnights summer dream.

Since my mother died, I have found it difficult to complete things. I think that my attitude has changed a bit and I do want things a bit more complete. Mind, last year I did produce much quicker, looser stuff than normal (following the path of the seasons) and naturally, I would want to tighten up a bit by now.

I am also thinking about recovering a couple of themes from the past: A night at the opera. - a nice watercolour that I sold in Istanbul and have missed ever since.
http://www.art-3000.com/picture/?iid=74348&g=4


and - Emporium. A subject that I have cover through the years from different angles, the first time, I remember being from a tight, small water based picture I made in Udaipur and the most recent - a series of watercolours from Morocco.

Shipping Hill - sorting out what could be done.

amen

The Caravan

 

The universal, something I made in a week after an extremely tedious month long job. He follows me everywhere and frightens my dog.

Chestnuts, 1 planted forty years ago.

It was a caravan and used enormously - mainly by me. Then, after my father died, my brother took it over and worked at turning it into his dream workshop. The road to hell is paved with good intentions and the dream was never completed.

Fortunately for me it has been left in a state that is repairable and certainly (for me useable). At the very least it can house the work that I have accumulated or saved over the last forty odd years.





I try to call it the workshop, but often lapse into naming it "caravan". So it looks like caravan will stay!

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Storage shelving for my folios, made out of old decking donated to me by my neighbour, Bob Gowers.

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(Stuff, still to fit in)Three or four pics of Derreck, Steve & I shifting the stuff up to the Hill.


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We broke the garden bench posing for a photo - all together. It was too much for the poor thing.
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The Van

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Smaller picture of when I arrived with the stuff of how it looked - since the last time I'd had a go at it. And the closer pic with the flotsam construction, now riddled with wood worm.

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Larger picture of the weather proofing after I left. It was one of the hardest working weeks of my life, it took a couple of days to recover.

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View through the old caravan window, past The Universal, looking onto the well wall which I hope to convert into a "thinking tower" one day.

Due to uploading problems, here is at least a link to a Facebook page of images

https://www.facebook.com/martin.humphries.161/media_set?set=a.10152458883866424.1073741843.707526423&type=3

A new, old stove for the house.

End of a studio

Apr.2014

End of a studio

The Mills and water at Bharmor H.P.

Goodbye Ladywood studio, I will miss you from time to time.

All things must pass and you were very cold in the winter.

one of Joes mirrors

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Bed in the hut I built, a great way to work, sort-out the stuff to be done - have a few beers- sleep, then hit the ground running early in the morning.

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Dictator with a heart

My Hut

A poem, between night and dawn. From Bromley,  London Surrey Arts.

"A good place for an ambush" from Achilles Shield (but not on the blog yet!)
http://umphries.blogspot.co.uk/p/achilles-shield.html
(highlight & right click)

the right hand view with some miss & unused stained glass (lights)

"Artists at Work" from the Cube in Erdington, on a back to front snap in another of Joe's concave mirrors

Eternal Balloons, by Chris Clinton - a baloon is for life - not just Christmas

what was left of the stained glass triptich from Hasankeyf in S.E. Turkey and the top of the e.e.cummings  poem underneath

screw selection

Wize words he he