This week, share the place where you feel you belong in the world. Or one of them!
I haven’t lived at my mother’s place for well over forty years now, and it’s changed a lot over those years. My dad’s old truck is still there, though – I spent part of my childhood squished in between my parents in that truck – my own place to sit and travel! It’s not going anywhere these days, but the rust and lichen that are overtaking the paintwork look like aerial photos of landscape in some “place in the world”.
I was going to write a Creativity Post about taking one’s makings to markets, but I went into my workroom instead of the study, and did a print of my dad’s old Commer truck, from a stamp I did a couple of years ago. I made it in two colours, by selectively inking the surface. I think I need to have another go…
I’d pulled out several stamps, including a leaf than had a drawing of a ginko leaf on the reverse, which I hadn’t “got around to” carving. So I did it there and then, and made a print. I’m pretty happy with it!
I’ll have to look out for a buttery gold ink to print it in, to match the ginko’s autumn colour.
The large feather is another design I’m revisiting, but the little feather and peonies I’ve done this week, and used to do some tags to take to the Makers Markets. Every pic I’ve taken of the peony carving has turned out soft and unfocused! I more or less copied the flowers from a vintage kimono piece, which I’ve made into a small purse, and use as a cosy for my Tablet.
Of course, they are reversed from the original, which isn’t very important for flowers, but vital for text!
We had a weekend away from home, and having read before I left that this week’s Photography Challenge theme is “Door”, I made sure and took photos of some along the way.
My historic doors are brand new compared with Mike Hardisty’s, but in Australia, they are quite old! The first pic is of the tiny Savings bank in Avoca, followed by our whole family in the doorway of Cactus Country at Strathmerton. Then there are the door of the water tower and an old pub in Nathalia, plus the door of our room for the night. All 11 of us stayed at the motel – it was for our eldest’s 40th birthday. He’s been a fan of cacti since visiting a display garden with his Grandpa when he was 11. The next three are in Castlemaine – the venerable looking door of my brother’s passion project, Tonk’s Bros Second-Hand Centre, and the Mechanic’s Institute in Barkly Street. Last but not least, the driver’s side door – complete with mechanical ‘indicator’, of my Dad’s old Commer truck, which is quietly rusting away in their back yard.