Tonight

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Something in the air tonight..feeling restless, but in the best way..the desire of towards not away from.

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Again.

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Such a comfort in the repeat of flowers, bloomed last year, faded, and now in bloom again..

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Sketch on Abstract

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I think there are close relationships between music and art – they seem to help one another too. Music is taking my main priority at the moment as I’m recording some new things, writing some others. When I’m in a listening state of mind, I find myself suddenly much more aware of all the sounds around me – I took a walk on the beach today and heard the sucking of water in the sand, the rhythmic crunch of my feet on the stones. I peered into a cave, heard first the drip-drip-drip of water inside it,  and then an odd soft warning hoot of a bird nesting in the cliff face, somewhere just above me. My favourite sound by the sea is the clicking and ringing of metal against what I imagine must be boat masts – I used to cycle past a group of boats on my way into college in Brighton, when my ears were full of music too, and always loved that sound in the wind.

So I’m feeling like my visual side is slightly toned down, while my ears are awaking..it’s a little close to madness, being so awake to sound at times, and you need a break!

So I did some sketching. Somehow though I found that music coming out in my fingers as I drew these flowers..so I think my eyes and ears are working together..can you hear my tune?!

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(If you’re on a laptop you might have to tip your screen a little to see this one!)

 

Whistles

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Probably breaking a hundred photographic rules..but this is how it felt to me..

(Posted one of these a while back but they were due some editing, and I think I like them better for it..)

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Dream Fishing

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Sleep just didn’t want to happen in this wild and windy night tonight, so I distracted myself and made this collage.

Layer upon layer of golden fossilised fish..

(this is taken from a scan of a Mene rhombeus, which, according to Bristol University (take a look at their brilliant cabinet of curiosities), is a beautifully-preserved fossil fish from the famous Monte Bolca (or Pesciara) site, in Verona, Italy, from some 50 million years ago!)

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First Day on Dartmoor

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I am still working on my collages, but I got a bit distracted with this one as I was going through some old files.

This photograph has great resonance for me, as it was the first day that we went up to Dartmoor shortly after moving to Devon.

The air was clear and full of frost, and I was so happy to be there. Something about that light was strange, picture-book almost.

(A little change from the rain that we have here at the moment, we are surrounded by water and it doesn’t look to be stopping!)

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C.E.Rennie, 2014

Minimum

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I’m working on some new collages at the moment. There are so many decisions to make – how much to include, what works with what, how everything you add creates an extra layer of meaning – does that layer add interest or distraction? Too many choices!

Then sometimes I come back to the original, paired right down, and I like it with no alteration. This is the base that I am working with, an image from a few years ago. After exploring the thousands of possibilities, I’ve ended up now quite enjoying its space. I often come back this way, a confusion of noise, settled down to a few quiet lines.

I’ll post up the layered versions next time, would be good to hear what you think!

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Ahead

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This is a re-worked image from last year. It forms part of a larger series, which I had originally seen in black and white, but I was excited to see what happened to them in colour. Somehow the mood seems intensified to me with the colour remaining..

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© C. Rennie

Home

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My Home

is in a thousand things

it is where you are

now, soft asleep

it is

where we lay

years ago, moons ago

when we woke up

at the same time in the morning

facing each others eyes.

Before all this

and still now

it groans in the wind of the hills

and in the aching of lovers lost

and it is in the mourning

and in the living

it is down that street

where the cat fought the fox

it is in your legs

swinging

on the line

it is in

the growing of things

from warm soil

from seed, that grows seeds

that fly away

It rests abroad, in other hearts, too,

forgotten, sometimes,

remembered, often.

It is in trees, green and orange

it is in leaves, new and fallen

and yes, it is in the wind

on the grasses

here now

stroking the lines from my face

I have always been

more at home

in the small moments

of everywhere

than

only in one place

and that,

whilst precarious,

is surely

also

a comfort.

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© C. Rennie 2013

Wish that we..

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© C. Rennie, 2013

Abstractions

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These are mostly unseasonal, but I’ve been amassing small collections of findings from my daily walks for a while now so thought I would share some..

Each day I try to find something of interest in shape, pattern or form, it’s a greatly absorbing comfort!

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