Forever Diaries Post #13
And here it is, Patchwork actually in Perspective #1, framed again by a deep pool of thought. I will let it rest here for a while. Maybe try another version in the mean time. I am thinking, in perspective, whatever we do at any moment contains all we have been and then suddenly more.
framing as a container for a view, a place to hold a view or vision and changeable…
It’s also a kind of peace…
Concept…or story. A framework around making…sometimes purpose. Another perspective, viewpoints… Just a little thinking out loud. 🙂
Maybe a support system…
You made me think about “frame”, thank you, Jude <3
I have always been surprised about the effect of a frame, even just adding a framing line around a drawing/painting will make it stand out more.
Even about the frame of my life, what happens if there is no frame, what is my frame. Well, these thoughts will keep me busy for awhile.
I love these last lines of your post, they're beautiful.
"whatever we do at any moment contains all we have been and then suddenly more".
the simple white frame with a window in the center would look lovely suspended outside, like a mobile. as one walked by, the middle view would continually change.
When I was working on hearts, I cut out a paper heart shaped window. I used it to look through my stash to find just the right piece for an applique. Now that I am trying paper collage, I cut 2 L-shaped pieces of card stock to find a section to use. Very much like computer cropping because I can expand in any direction. It is a new way of seeing.
Loving the different views of framing 👍🏻
imagining many more.
I really like this. It’s almost more supported and held than framed. I can imagine the lines continuing this way.
Yes, I agree, another level of holding. The lines, another whole thing to reconsider.
Frameworks can provide clarity. I used to love a related exercise I would to with the forth grade art class. Give them all a copy of an artwork and have them make a small frame. Then move the frame around the art and pick a framed area to copy. The results were always fun, creative and wonderful. An exercise in “what do you see?”.
Thanks for reminding me.
Yes, my Dad taught me a lot about framing as seeing. It is all coming back without words.