In Slate
If it’s good enough to publish,
It’s good enough to invert.
Whistle While you Work
SLATE REPORT
The story of the slates.
Many years ago, my folks were offered fairly serious money for some really old tiles on a really old cottage. They turned it down - wanting to preserve some sort of ideal.
I always felt- "sod that" - we could use that money to competently re-roof it with good composite tiles.
So the years past
and came a point where the whole of the roof had to be fixed ~ There were no other alternatives.
So -
It was basically a family affair & we painstakingly stripped the roof. The slates were pretty weak, crumbly & probably not worth anything at all - useful for hobby enthusiasts maybe.
My brother in Law ~ Martin.
Ho Ho.
So, I piled them up in little stacks.
They can be used again, if you construct little lead washers to fit over the frayed holes. In order to build small "hobby" roo(ve)s
I suppose.
I mean,
When you haven't got video, wi fi, phone or car - What can you do?
For me,
Its an age old problem of when I try to improve on an idea - make it bigger and better - I can lose the initial spirit of it.
When I take a sketch and upgrade it with etching to glass or metal, the actual "nowness" of the process gives it a newer life, more vibrancy.
Scratching onto slate doesn't do too badly
I found
a three inch screw and sheaved it in a duck tape holster.
Day by day, I couldn't live without duck tape.
Putting the slate images onto my P.C. I found that on occasion when I inverted them, they certainly looked more readable and sometimes a lot better (aesthetically).
I felt that they were actually progressing as art, rather than just becoming more readable.
( digitally yours )
Now the ridge Tiles ~ they are entirely another matter.
Each New Day
Be carefull what you wish for.
outsiders
in the park,
after dark
A Thin Poltroon
listening to some very good advice and thereby not changing his mind
Watching & Waiting
Impending Palimpsest
During conversations, One specific train of thought that started was that some of the images were considered to be “otherworldly”.
Which prompted me to get the dictionary out.
Out of this world
Marvelous
Miraculous
Superb
Mystical
Supernatural
Weird
Impractical
Of this world
Useful
Temporal
Terrestrial
Lay
Material
Practical
Mortal
I started to think that a lot of the beings that I seemed to be giving life to were a bit hybrid, griffin like - more heraldic than mythological.
Maybe spirits in their own right rather than sentient beings that had any interest in our existence whatsoever.
I suppose that I do believe other life forms exist, but they don't have anything to do with whether we are good or bad or what may or may not happen to us when we die.
Ive started looking for names of sprites and after conversation and wine came up with "Hob" who seems to be a localised house spirit.
I wonder, what is the Gremlin like thing that clings to some poor blokes back and simply wont let go?
This post is in memory of Grandma Macleod who showed me a different nature to doodling.
"Wanderings of the spirit" as she called it.