Allow for perspective distortion a bit
Painting the tassles was fun!
This week’s Dome Poem:
What’s in the dome? A Dr. Who-style transporter? An empty wardrobe? A changing room? Nothing?
I saw three ships
We’re done! Looking up at Kublai
My gorgeous little golden ship reference – once worn on a hat (those days when I used to dress up for events!)
Part of the circular surroundings of the Willow Pattern/Blue Willow
I add Greek yoghurt to everything. This is where all the pots go
Sunlight on the sunlit part of the dome
Green details ~
We’re almost done.
I love the cold, pale blue of this sea in the sunlight and my ‘abject monks’ contemplating their stone.
A shared fascination with Kublai Khan and Genghis Khan is how we met.
Chinese emperors traditionally wore yellow, as yellow could only be worn by the emperor.
Kublai Khan (interesting beard, like a double goatee).
Painting a magic floating carpet.
The original rug.
Detail from the cover, I like the diagonal energy of this rug.
Becoming more and more complete ~
The City of Blocks.
Block City – I needed to see the 3D form a city would take for perspective reasons so I used my child’s blocks!
The Willow Pattern takes shape.
The Willow Pattern – Chinese but not Chinese. Famously and erroneously thought of as Chinese in origin, it was actually dreamt up by 18th century English ceramic artists to look quintessentially Chinese, so it’s a form of Chinoiserie. Known in the US as Blue Willow, they also conjured up a story in order to make it more romantic: two lovers (the daughter of a rich man and a poor young accountant) are prevented from being together by her father who wants her to marry a Duke on the day the blossom fell from the willow tree. The Duke gives the lady a gift of jewels and one evening she and the poor young man escape over the bridge with the jewels, the Duke running after them. They make it to an island where they live in bliss until the Duke finds them and kills them both, whereupon they turn into two doves that are united in death at last. This story was so enduring that it was even turned into operas, movies and plays.
Two birds flying high,
A Chinese vessel, sailing by.
A bridge with three men, sometimes four,
A willow tree, hanging o’er.
A Chinese temple, there it stands,
Built upon the river sands.
An apple tree, with apples on,
A crooked fence to end my song.
Sunlight on the dome.
Old photo of me escaping from a mysterious onion-domed wardrobe (location unknown – forgotten!).
The mysterious onion-domed wardrobe made its way into the painting in front of the ice caves (part of the Kubla Khan painting ‘those caves of ice’). Funny how parts of your life resurface into your work unexpectedly.
Floating islands in progress – standard motif of mine.
An airport and a sky cloud dragon blowing three circles (‘Weave a circle round him thrice’).
Strange fellow, strange pose ~