Pop Up Cards!

Green Man Art 3D pop up cards

Green Man Art 3D pop up cards

Green Man Art 3D pop up cards

Green Man Art 3D pop up cards

Green Man Art 3D pop up cards

Green Man Art 3D pop up cards

Green Man Art 3D pop up cards

I’ve been experimenting in pop up cards. Adding collage to my whimsical illustrations is something I love doing anyway, so one step further into actual three dimensions seemed an obvious step. Oh my goodness, I LOVE making these! I think there will be more sculpture and three dimensional work ahead.

What do you think? What other stories would be told well in three dimensions?

A Place for Painting

Green Man Art Studio

Green Man Art Studio

Green Man Art Studio

Green Man Art Studio

Where do you create? Do you have a separate space, room, building? Or, like most of us, do you cram your craft supplies and making space in the cracks between other rooms in the home?

For a couple years I had all my sewing and craft things in the kitchen – where I would sew when the boys were in bed. Then I commandeered my bedroom, forging out a nook in the corner (which quickly spread all over the room!), and at the beginning of this year I drastically downsized my insane craft and hobby collection, keeping some fabric, a little yarn, and space for my increasing art and illustration interest. The sewing table became a drawing desk! But I have to admit that usually when I’m in my bedroom workspace I prefer to take the drawing board and sit it on my knee on the bed. Yes my bedsheets are all covered in paint and glue. I just call them bespoke bedsheets and it makes me feel better.

But when it came to painting canvases the bedroom space wasn’t working at all. Too cramped and no where to leave wet paint, and as I wanted to get into oils, the ventilation was not adequate (who wants to sleep with the odour of brush cleaner?).

I finally managed to forge a wee space in our outside room between the coats, shoes and books, near enough to the back door for a fan to blow toxic fumes out and with enough fantastic light for me to paint right up to sun down.

Last night I sat out and messed around with acrylics and oils and it was just what I needed. More than I knew. A space of my own, a place to be able to leave things out and walk away. A space to ignore the pile of dishes, or laundry, or to do lists, and simply lose myself in the canvas ahead.

Who knew that studio spaces were indeed needed? Having made ‘do’ with space available in my small house for so long this little nook is appreciated.

Free Colouring In Pages For You!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hello!

As a ‘thank you’ to those of you who either follow my blog, instagram or who’ve bought prints, I would like to offer you a couple of FREE colouring pages for you to print off and colour in!

Feel free to share the link, and if you’d like to share the finished pieces then hop along to Instagram and tag me @greenmanart and use the hashtag #greenmanart for everyone to find!

Hope to see them soon!

Bird Sculpture Continues

Green Man Art Bird Sculpture

Green Man Art Bird Sculpture

Green Man Art Bird Sculpture

Green Man Art Bird Sculpture

Green Man Art Bird Sculpture

Green Man Art Bird Sculpture

Green Man Art Bird Sculpture

Green Man Art Bird Sculpture

Green Man Art Bird Sculpture

After the first attempt at bird sculpture with papier mache, I moved onto soft bodied birds. The key is in getting the template right, because once it’s sewn up the shape is harder to change than with moulding.

This is a European Bee Eater, as yet with unfinished feet as I’ve misplaced my soldering iron (read: it’s disappeared into the ether and I’m awaiting a new one).

Kingfisher Sculpture

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I’ve been playing about with strips of fabric and bird ideas again. This time, instead of papier mache, I opted for a soft, sewn bird. Both styles have their pros and cons.

I am feeling both intensely satisfied at completing this bird, and totally irritated at my lack of skill. I don’t think there will ever be a thing I make that doesn’t disappoint me in some regard, but this little kingfisher is making me smile nonetheless.

Now… what other bird shall I try?

Sculpture and Miniatures

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I love making models. There, I’ve said it. I love making dolls, softies, play sets – I totally get miniature railway enthusiasts geekery, because I share it. My Dad’s love of making houses out of cardboard? Yep. Got that too. Oh and my son’s obsession with anything-scale-anything… I understand. We are cut from the same cloth.

I’m going with the flow and not fighting it. Last week I made a bird out of papier-mache and fell instantly in love with the process. So much so that I ordered some silk remnants to make more colourful birds. And because I was in a miniature-induced frenzy I bought some doll props in 1/12th scale. For no reason. With no purpose. And I’m not even sorry, because when I hold that teeny sewing machine in my hand I would defy the biggest smack head to be able to reach the same dizzying high. I mean, LOOK at it. And then, someone gave me this link. It was all over after that.

Hello, my name is Deborah and I’m a nerd.

To Scan

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I have been very tardy in getting these new pictures scanned and up in the shop. Hopefully this week they’ll be ready to roll (please note new prices).

As my mind turns to Ramadan, and my garden, I think there might be a shift of focus this month.

Trust in Your Wings

A quick watercolour which I was inspired to do after thinking how stress free we would be if we had more confidence in our ability to cope with change than clinging on to ways of being that no longer worked for us or helped us fly. Entitled: “Trust in Your Wings, Not the Branch”.

Prints will be in the Etsy store soon.

Rise Like Lions

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This latest watercolour is a little less straight-forward than my usual whimsy. Taking the starting point of the fable ‘The Lion and the Mouse‘, the project quickly escalated in my mind to include a bit of a miss-mash of interlinking ideas.

I was intersted to learn that:

Sculptors turned to the fable in the 20th century. One of them was the maker of church furniture, Robert (Mouseman) Thompson, who came by his name for incorporating a mouse into most of his carvings. He did this legitimately in the Church of Our Lady and St Michael in Workington, Cumbria, where the underside of one of the seats in the choir stalls, installed in 1926, depicts the fable of the lion and the mouse.

Which made the fable even more personal to me, as this is my home town! Included in the background then are a few nods to Workington – mainly the hills of Scotland seen from the working port, a schematic of Curwen Hall and a few local buildings.

Lions and mice naturally lead one to think of Aslan, and Lewis’ depiction of Christ’s crucifixion on the stone altar (harking back to the ram in the thicket and all manner of christian iconography), and for me I cannot look at this scene without remembering The Mask of Anarchy by Shelley. It seems we have lived in the shadow of the Peterloo Massacre, whether wittingly or not, ever since. I certainly cannot accept ruling class ideology in an age of austerity when we see uber-billionaires and oligarchs given carte blanche to destroy the lives of the working class and the planet with impunity. Harking to the sentiments echoed in Civil Disobedience by Thoreau, the idea of resistance to dark forces of state sanctioned violence still remain relevant today. Freedom, liberty, democracy, these inalienable rights that we take to be self-evident are continuously undermined and circumvented by those who would seek to prosper from our enslavement.

I think it is my favourite piece of poetry of all time, and this one, oft used verse, could not be said better:

Rise, like lions after slumber
In unvanquishable number!
Shake your chains to earth like dew
Which in sleep had fallen on you:
Ye are many—they are few!

In today’s terms the slogan would be ‘We are the 99%’.

In the painting the sleeping lion is being rescued by the mice, working together, small but plentiful. He rests his head on the black and red flag of anarcho-syndicalist as the traditional (A) symbol “Anarchy is the mother of Order” lies underneath.

It’s a theme I hope to return to.