tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57167244680532548222011-08-10T05:58:47.953-07:00Bob Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12733558161855416806noreply@blogger.comBlogger231100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716724468053254822.post-13154297774831148152010-11-12T12:12:00.000-08:002010-11-30T22:10:25.546-08:00This project began with a walk on the beach .<br /><br /><br /><p><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TN2_0ePdj_I/AAAAAAAAHBQ/bmb3AKOza18/s1600/00.11.10.10%2B010.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538794024927596530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TN2_0ePdj_I/AAAAAAAAHBQ/bmb3AKOza18/s400/00.11.10.10%2B010.jpg" /></a><br />Kilmore Strand, Ballyduff, North Kerry, on the Cashen (The estuary of the River Feale)<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TN2_0Dp7ANI/AAAAAAAAHBI/321DT_ml3jg/s1600/01.11.10.10%2B007.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538794017790820562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TN2_0Dp7ANI/AAAAAAAAHBI/321DT_ml3jg/s400/01.11.10.10%2B007.jpg" /></a><br />The stones on the beach are not grey. They are have many faint colours. Blue, Green, Pink, Yellow, Brown, they are all here.</p><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TN2_znhp8LI/AAAAAAAAHBA/ctE8-j4zprw/s1600/02.11.10.10%2B011.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538794010239955122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TN2_znhp8LI/AAAAAAAAHBA/ctE8-j4zprw/s400/02.11.10.10%2B011.jpg" /></a><br />I took some home to the studio and decorated various corners: "A float" <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TNPIsfv6Q4I/AAAAAAAAG3Q/6uvghkfN27U/s1600/03.11.10.10+013.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TN2_zuehxeI/AAAAAAAAHA4/0DTD_0ZV76g/s1600/03.11.10.10%2B013.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538794012105885154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TN2_zuehxeI/AAAAAAAAHA4/0DTD_0ZV76g/s400/03.11.10.10%2B013.jpg" /></a><br />"A wave of the sand" <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TNPIsIfF0eI/AAAAAAAAG3I/e4cAGkbBbQQ/s1600/04.11.10.10+014.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TN2_zcAZdwI/AAAAAAAAHAw/o-G7UkcYE84/s1600/04.11.10.10%2B014.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538794007147673346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TN2_zcAZdwI/AAAAAAAAHAw/o-G7UkcYE84/s400/04.11.10.10%2B014.jpg" /></a><br />and a painting. But now the colours looked dull. With the bright things around them, their colour was lost (although you can still see it of you look carefully) <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TNPIJeb57PI/AAAAAAAAG3A/9rw8oMKHoOM/s1600/05.26.10.10+001.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TN2_X2o3U-I/AAAAAAAAHAo/cMmxvqJNjGM/s1600/05.26.10.10%2B001.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538793533260387298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TN2_X2o3U-I/AAAAAAAAHAo/cMmxvqJNjGM/s400/05.26.10.10%2B001.jpg" /></a> </div><div>Everything can be remedied with a paint brush! <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TNPIJD2KqII/AAAAAAAAG24/7fG2qzI26sI/s1600/06.26.10.10+002.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TN2_XduqGFI/AAAAAAAAHAg/c2cLHzEFZD0/s1600/06.26.10.10%2B002.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538793526573799506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TN2_XduqGFI/AAAAAAAAHAg/c2cLHzEFZD0/s400/06.26.10.10%2B002.jpg" /></a> </div><div>My enhanced stone looked happy enough among her old friends, and soon they all wanted this "makeover" <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TNPIJJDvpTI/AAAAAAAAG2w/Wio7nbcQqUo/s1600/07.26.10.10+058.JPG"></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TN2_XMO6JdI/AAAAAAAAHAY/wc1aiXAVR_Q/s1600/07.26.10.10%2B058.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538793521877231058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TN2_XMO6JdI/AAAAAAAAHAY/wc1aiXAVR_Q/s400/07.26.10.10%2B058.JPG" /></a><br />Some were a bit O.T.T <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TNPIIZfeJxI/AAAAAAAAG2o/fsLc0B7m3lE/s1600/08.26.10.10+061.JPG"></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TN2_W4_6AoI/AAAAAAAAHAQ/qTpNqLueIPI/s1600/08.26.10.10%2B061.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538793516714033794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TN2_W4_6AoI/AAAAAAAAHAQ/qTpNqLueIPI/s400/08.26.10.10%2B061.JPG" /></a><br />I painted 20 sets of ten stones, and lined them up on parade</div><div><br /><div></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TN2_WkO0E3I/AAAAAAAAHAI/aGcC_kmnRys/s1600/09.11.10%2B010.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538793511139414898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TN2_WkO0E3I/AAAAAAAAHAI/aGcC_kmnRys/s400/09.11.10%2B010.JPG" /></a></div><div></div><div>I had decided to convert some of them to waves ripples and surf, and assembled the inccoming tide.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TN2-4-pO17I/AAAAAAAAHAA/Y_lOkimbYKM/s1600/10.11.10%2B011.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538793002833467314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TN2-4-pO17I/AAAAAAAAHAA/Y_lOkimbYKM/s400/10.11.10%2B011.JPG" /></a><br />I was not satisfied, and painted another 100 stones so that the tide came in more ferociously. <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TNPFoAtYUuI/AAAAAAAAG2M/U4Z8rea3b20/s1600/11.11.10+013.JPG"></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TN2-4itZJhI/AAAAAAAAG_4/Arl5QTVW5hc/s1600/11.11.10%2B013.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538792995334727186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TN2-4itZJhI/AAAAAAAAG_4/Arl5QTVW5hc/s400/11.11.10%2B013.JPG" /></a><br />The seagull watched what I was doing with great care<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TN2-4Y6c5-I/AAAAAAAAG_w/jfEaVvsY3J4/s1600/12.11.10%2B015.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538792992705144802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TN2-4Y6c5-I/AAAAAAAAG_w/jfEaVvsY3J4/s400/12.11.10%2B015.jpg" /></a></div><div></div><div>The next day, I moved the whole thing to the other side of the room. <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TNPFnlVA-4I/AAAAAAAAG18/yP2-pyP60vw/s1600/13.11.10+016.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TN2-4KV0CxI/AAAAAAAAG_o/05gFKs2zBqo/s1600/13.11.10%2B016.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538792988793375506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TN2-4KV0CxI/AAAAAAAAG_o/05gFKs2zBqo/s400/13.11.10%2B016.jpg" /></a><br />and now I have my own strand<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TN2-31vlhPI/AAAAAAAAG_g/T1QuHTrEddI/s1600/14.11.10%2B017.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538792983264330994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TN2-31vlhPI/AAAAAAAAG_g/T1QuHTrEddI/s400/14.11.10%2B017.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Fancy a walk on the beach?</div><div></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>(<a href="http://www.bobscottnorthkerry.com/bobscott.html">Back to "Start Here"</a>)<br /></div><div>(<a href="http://www.bobscottnorthkerry.com/">Back to Home page</a>)<br /></div><div> </div><div>(<a href="http://sceneryofnorthkerry.blogspot.com/p/contact-gallery.html">Contact the Gallery</a>)</div><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5716724468053254822-1315429777483114815?l=bobscottconstructions.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bob Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12733558161855416806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716724468053254822.post-88361672626003836342010-11-12T12:11:00.001-08:002010-11-16T00:56:02.971-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TN278bk6CrI/AAAAAAAAG_U/eIMKMtUt_w0/s1600/06.11.10%2B009.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538789763604679346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TN278bk6CrI/AAAAAAAAG_U/eIMKMtUt_w0/s400/06.11.10%2B009.JPG" /></a><br />This pleasant garden scene conceals a mystic place, which has its origin in earleir times. <a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TNXJUYKcqLI/AAAAAAAAG5c/DeFeWJK4Gy8/s1600/11.08.10+040.JPG" imageanchor="1"></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TN277rLiA5I/AAAAAAAAG_M/nXWfeD5Y0jI/s1600/11.08.10%2B040.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538789750613345170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TN277rLiA5I/AAAAAAAAG_M/nXWfeD5Y0jI/s400/11.08.10%2B040.JPG" /></a><br />This summer I was tidying up the loft when I discovered something rather unusual up there. It was a painted panel, the shape of a door. On the door was a picture of a path, leading from the door to the gate of a cottage. From there it led out to a beach against some cliffs. I brought the panel down, out of the loft, and placed it in the corner of the garden. It created the impression of a gap in the hedge, through which one could walk, and come out, in a few yards, onto the sea-shore. (The sea is only three miles away, so it's not much of an illusion). I laid a small path leading up to the gate, to add to the sense of going through and out.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TN27nIIW1-I/AAAAAAAAG_E/3gcXcEQ6qlU/s1600/23.07.10%2B019.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538789397607405538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TN27nIIW1-I/AAAAAAAAG_E/3gcXcEQ6qlU/s400/23.07.10%2B019.JPG" /></a><br />Here is the same view in bright sunshine. It is a hot summer's afternoon. Squeeze through the gap - and take a towel. <a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TNXJuPY_9uI/AAAAAAAAG5k/d6f3dVlat6E/s1600/G20_09_06+002.JPG" imageanchor="1"></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TN27m5tJRwI/AAAAAAAAG-8/aO44pu-tDyE/s1600/G20_09_06%2B002.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538789393735173890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TN27m5tJRwI/AAAAAAAAG-8/aO44pu-tDyE/s400/G20_09_06%2B002.JPG" /></a><br />The truth of the origin of this board is another fantasy. The origin of the panel was as a small door, which I had made as part of my studio when I first opened it some <a href="http://bobscottstudiogallery.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html">ten years previously</a> . At that time it had been the door from a tiny inner cubicle, which led out onto the "beach" in the studio. <a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TNXJyyv1uPI/AAAAAAAAG5o/7AhHsMP07NM/s1600/G13_03_06+051.JPG" imageanchor="1"></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TN27mvChnbI/AAAAAAAAG-0/mVsoqscN_1Q/s1600/G13_03_06%2B051.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538789390872059314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TN27mvChnbI/AAAAAAAAG-0/mVsoqscN_1Q/s400/G13_03_06%2B051.JPG" /></a><br />The first door, into the gallery from the hall, led into this little room. The other side of the door, leading out to the beach, can be seen here. Time came and went, and the gallery became clutterred, and things had to go. I opened it up, took away the walls, and the door went up to the loft, where it lay, straddled between two joists, acting as a make-shift shelf. </div><div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TN27mPm0dmI/AAAAAAAAG-s/J_FfrdM0p5U/s1600/06.11.10%2B004.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538789382434354786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TN27mPm0dmI/AAAAAAAAG-s/J_FfrdM0p5U/s400/06.11.10%2B004.JPG" /></a><br />Once out in the garden, the image created, I felt, was a powerful one that needed development. I created two seats, one on each side of the exit. It's a place where you can sit and wait, before you make-up your mind to go through, wondering if you will ever come back. <a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TNXKEBTDuJI/AAAAAAAAG5w/ER41fcS2PKU/s1600/06.11.10+008.JPG" imageanchor="1"></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TN27lmhqFjI/AAAAAAAAG-k/zHLjBYFsOY0/s1600/06.11.10%2B008.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538789371406849586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TN27lmhqFjI/AAAAAAAAG-k/zHLjBYFsOY0/s400/06.11.10%2B008.JPG" /></a><br />These two smiling leprechauns were the first in the queue.</div><div> </div><div>(<a href="http://www.bobscottnorthkerry.com/bobscott.html">Back to "Start Here"</a>)<br /><br />(<a href="http://www.bobscottnorthkerry.com/">Back to Home page</a>)<br /><br />(<a href="http://sceneryofnorthkerry.blogspot.com/p/contact-gallery.html">Contact the Gallery</a>)</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5716724468053254822-8836167262600383634?l=bobscottconstructions.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bob Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12733558161855416806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716724468053254822.post-5965875895494069062010-10-22T15:22:00.001-07:002010-11-16T00:54:29.121-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TMIPIQGXp2I/AAAAAAAAGoA/-lFa8CLrmvc/s1600/15.10.10+113.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530999926799443810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TMIPIQGXp2I/AAAAAAAAGoA/-lFa8CLrmvc/s400/15.10.10+113.jpg" /></a><br />The boat pulled up in the old school yard, full of fishes<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TMIPH-j1G9I/AAAAAAAAGn4/HHkGpx3Gftg/s1600/15.10.10+112.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530999922091170770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TMIPH-j1G9I/AAAAAAAAGn4/HHkGpx3Gftg/s400/15.10.10+112.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div>They were soon laid out on the beach, and dried in the traditional manner.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TMIPHYEvq1I/AAAAAAAAGnw/Yea0vEpB-Ss/s1600/15.10.10+111.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530999911760243538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TMIPHYEvq1I/AAAAAAAAGnw/Yea0vEpB-Ss/s400/15.10.10+111.jpg" /></a><br />Life is a beach, and so is being cooked.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TMIPG-ivIdI/AAAAAAAAGno/cZwvQVlQr-8/s1600/15.10.10+110.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530999904906715602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TMIPG-ivIdI/AAAAAAAAGno/cZwvQVlQr-8/s400/15.10.10+110.jpg" /></a><br />These fish don't care. They are made of rocks, and will live forever.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TMIPGSvTu1I/AAAAAAAAGng/T6t2ZRG3IUM/s1600/15.10.10+109.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530999893148285778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TMIPGSvTu1I/AAAAAAAAGng/T6t2ZRG3IUM/s400/15.10.10+109.jpg" /></a><br />One of them took up painting. </div><div></div><div>(<a href="http://www.bobscottnorthkerry.com/bobscott.html">Back to "Start Here"</a>)</div><div></div><div> </div><div>(<a href="http://www.bobscottnorthkerry.com/">Back to Home page</a>) </div><div></div><div> </div><div>(<a href="http://sceneryofnorthkerry.blogspot.com/p/contact-gallery.html">Contact the Gallery</a>)<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5716724468053254822-596587589549406906?l=bobscottconstructions.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bob Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12733558161855416806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716724468053254822.post-91182627216579259732010-09-30T23:51:00.000-07:002010-10-28T11:47:04.489-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TKWFr47ytLI/AAAAAAAAFZE/pAjkEnIdXqA/s1600/12.09.10+028.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522967507103823026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TKWFr47ytLI/AAAAAAAAFZE/pAjkEnIdXqA/s400/12.09.10+028.jpg" /></a><br />Of the two sets of "constructions" that I have moved into the garden, and grouped together, the most interesting is the one that groups together "Mooring", "Sea Posts", and "Ladies' Strand". As can be seen below, it was soon colonised by tomatoe plants who enjoyed the sunny corner for different reasons. (In this picture they are past their best!)<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TKWFrGxgHjI/AAAAAAAAFY8/N1qW0mMZpsg/s1600/12.09.10+027.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522967493638889010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TKWFrGxgHjI/AAAAAAAAFY8/N1qW0mMZpsg/s400/12.09.10+027.jpg" /></a> </div><div>Weathering was something that I wanted to observe<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TKWFq63GOmI/AAAAAAAAFY0/e3GkR1gQ-UA/s1600/12.09.10+026.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522967490441132642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TKWFq63GOmI/AAAAAAAAFY0/e3GkR1gQ-UA/s400/12.09.10+026.jpg" /></a><br />and the other was to create a feeling of nostagia for past summers on the beach.</div><div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TKWFqpbI0-I/AAAAAAAAFYs/fD5imkcYcDg/s1600/12.09.10+023.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522967485760459746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TKWFqpbI0-I/AAAAAAAAFYs/fD5imkcYcDg/s400/12.09.10+023.jpg" /></a><br /><br />I had to import shingle and sand.</div><div></div><div><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TKWFqeGozpI/AAAAAAAAFYk/Vfr-cAhdVrQ/s1600/12.09.10+022.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522967482721685138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TKWFqeGozpI/AAAAAAAAFYk/Vfr-cAhdVrQ/s400/12.09.10+022.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br />Now all that is missing is my bucket and spade.<br /><br /><div>(<a href="http://www.bobscottnorthkerry.com/bobscott.html">Back to "Start Here"</a>)</div><div> </div><div>(<a href="http://www.bobscottnorthkerry.com/">Back to Home page</a>)</div><div> </div><div>(<a href="http://sceneryofnorthkerry.blogspot.com/p/contact-gallery.html">Contact the Gallery</a>) </div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5716724468053254822-9118262721657925973?l=bobscottconstructions.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bob Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12733558161855416806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716724468053254822.post-20420492089919654992010-09-30T23:47:00.001-07:002010-10-28T11:49:00.387-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TKWEmKnn2YI/AAAAAAAAFYY/9tfsscUsFhg/s1600/17.12.09+014.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522966309260220802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TKWEmKnn2YI/AAAAAAAAFYY/9tfsscUsFhg/s400/17.12.09+014.JPG" /></a><br />The winter of 2009 / 2010 was the worst in living memory (or, some argued, "since 1969"). Pot holes were the new Roads, and people were flooded out. (Perhaps in rather bad taste), I decided to imagine what my studio would look like if it, too, was flooded. All that had to happen was for the tide to come in. I opened the sluice gates.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TKWEkyEipXI/AAAAAAAAFYQ/Y2keB1fpy-k/s1600/17.12.09+012.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522966285490759026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TKWEkyEipXI/AAAAAAAAFYQ/Y2keB1fpy-k/s400/17.12.09+012.JPG" /></a> </div><div>The tide rose.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TKWEk83uD0I/AAAAAAAAFYI/Mw-U0M1ilFw/s1600/17.12.09+009.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522966288389771074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TKWEk83uD0I/AAAAAAAAFYI/Mw-U0M1ilFw/s400/17.12.09+009.JPG" /></a><br />The floor was engulfed in water.</div><div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TKWEkizTClI/AAAAAAAAFYA/POw_a9dMrno/s1600/15.12.09+026.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522966281391901266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TKWEkizTClI/AAAAAAAAFYA/POw_a9dMrno/s400/15.12.09+026.JPG" /></a><br />It came right up to my cottage door.</div><div><br /><div></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TKWEkS3at6I/AAAAAAAAFX4/pu31SUcDyvY/s1600/15.12.09+013.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522966277114214306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TKWEkS3at6I/AAAAAAAAFX4/pu31SUcDyvY/s400/15.12.09+013.JPG" /></a><br /><br />There was no fishing that day. </div><div> </div><div>(<a href="http://www.bobscottnorthkerry.com/bobscott.html">Back to "Start Here"</a>)</div><div> </div><div>(<a href="http://www.bobscottnorthkerry.com/">Back to Home page</a>)</div><div> </div><div>(<a href="http://sceneryofnorthkerry.blogspot.com/p/contact-gallery.html">Contact the Gallery</a>)<br /></div><div><br /><br /> </div><div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5716724468053254822-2042049208991965499?l=bobscottconstructions.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bob Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12733558161855416806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716724468053254822.post-58728946678518620662010-09-30T23:39:00.000-07:002010-10-28T11:49:51.948-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TKWDkChuGFI/AAAAAAAAFXs/cp6COfVsHfg/s1600/17.12.09+033.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522965173216614482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TKWDkChuGFI/AAAAAAAAFXs/cp6COfVsHfg/s400/17.12.09+033.jpg" /></a><br />Ever since I first created my gallery / studio / intallation it has been notionally divided into four spaces. (It used to be divided up, by screens, but these are now long gone). There was the cottage on the beach, where the artist came at the weekends to paint. All that is left of that now is the flag-stone floor.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TKWDj93L4gI/AAAAAAAAFXk/x7B_x2Hf6hk/s1600/17.12.09+023.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522965171964469762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TKWDj93L4gI/AAAAAAAAFXk/x7B_x2Hf6hk/s400/17.12.09+023.jpg" /></a> </div><div>There was the garden which had been created by the fisherman who used to live in the cottage<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TKWDjDa0YgI/AAAAAAAAFXc/89IcxSEz-FE/s1600/17.12.09+022.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522965156276232706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TKWDjDa0YgI/AAAAAAAAFXc/89IcxSEz-FE/s400/17.12.09+022.jpg" /></a></div><div></div><div>There was the beach, which the artist walked out onto, from the cottage,<br /><br /></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TKWDjC2imEI/AAAAAAAAFXU/ku9mY0E-wik/s1600/15.12.09+024.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522965156124072002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TKWDjC2imEI/AAAAAAAAFXU/ku9mY0E-wik/s400/15.12.09+024.jpg" /></a><br />before going round the corner to the quiet spot where he sat and did his paintings.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TKWDi5M0XJI/AAAAAAAAFXM/GsczhtpdPoY/s1600/15.12.09+023.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522965153533156498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TKWDi5M0XJI/AAAAAAAAFXM/GsczhtpdPoY/s400/15.12.09+023.jpg" /></a><br /><br />(<a href="http://www.bobscottnorthkerry.com/bobscott.html">Back to "Start Here"</a>)(</div><div> </div><div><a href="http://www.bobscottnorthkerry.com/">Back to Home page</a>)</div><div> </div><div>(<a href="http://sceneryofnorthkerry.blogspot.com/p/contact-gallery.html">Contact the Gallery</a>)<br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5716724468053254822-5872894667851862066?l=bobscottconstructions.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bob Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12733558161855416806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716724468053254822.post-2621594009637541132010-09-30T23:34:00.000-07:002010-10-28T11:50:45.742-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TKWBqH02OBI/AAAAAAAAFXA/j-p_IBI4smo/s1600/18.2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522963078694975506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TKWBqH02OBI/AAAAAAAAFXA/j-p_IBI4smo/s400/18.2.jpg" /></a><br />The picture on the floor, underneath this make-shift self, a place for painting<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TKWBp5OU4MI/AAAAAAAAFW4/EB1VGF0RN5c/s1600/15.12.09+019.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522963074775310530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TKWBp5OU4MI/AAAAAAAAFW4/EB1VGF0RN5c/s400/15.12.09+019.jpg" /></a> </div><div>is of the central beach at Ballybunion, known as the Ladies' Strand (distinguishing it from the Men's Strand - a direct heritage from the days when men and women had to be separated on the beach) and the Nun's Strand (below the cliff where the convent was located)</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TKWBpWfU1WI/AAAAAAAAFWw/E_MoyNXahOY/s1600/15.12.09+018.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522963065451369826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TKWBpWfU1WI/AAAAAAAAFWw/E_MoyNXahOY/s400/15.12.09+018.jpg" /></a><br />It stretches from the North Ciffs</div><div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TKWBpO2heGI/AAAAAAAAFWo/TNu4MuFjmJk/s1600/15.12.09+017.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522963063401183330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TKWBpO2heGI/AAAAAAAAFWo/TNu4MuFjmJk/s400/15.12.09+017.jpg" /></a><br />where only two tiny bathers are testing the water<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TKWBpOEfr1I/AAAAAAAAFWg/Bh8dE_v58aw/s1600/15.12.09+008.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522963063191351122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TKWBpOEfr1I/AAAAAAAAFWg/Bh8dE_v58aw/s400/15.12.09+008.jpg" /></a><br /><br />and by a miracle of artistic licence and the bending of perspective, incorporates a view of Kerry Head. The tide on the floor is coming in.<br /><br /></div><div>(<a href="http://www.bobscottnorthkerry.com/bobscott.html">Back to "Start Here"</a>)</div><div> </div><div>(<a href="http://www.bobscottnorthkerry.com/">Back to Home page</a>)</div><div> </div><div>(<a href="http://sceneryofnorthkerry.blogspot.com/p/contact-gallery.html">Contact the Gallery</a>)<br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5716724468053254822-262159400963754113?l=bobscottconstructions.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bob Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12733558161855416806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716724468053254822.post-59120228295778945372010-09-30T23:30:00.001-07:002010-10-28T11:51:46.750-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TKWAb14MFrI/AAAAAAAAFWU/2ayxPwTfAA0/s1600/18.5.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522961733847357106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TKWAb14MFrI/AAAAAAAAFWU/2ayxPwTfAA0/s400/18.5.jpg" /></a><br />This large painting has had to be cut into two parts and bent into a rectangle to fit it in to the studio.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TKWAbjNUwuI/AAAAAAAAFWM/Ji8vk0__qkI/s1600/18.1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522961728835732194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TKWAbjNUwuI/AAAAAAAAFWM/Ji8vk0__qkI/s400/18.1.jpg" /></a><br />It is the North end of the promenade on the Ladies' Strand, in Ballybunion, and the place where I most like to sit to paint <em>en plein aire</em> / <em>in situ</em> / in the open air.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TKWAbYdZKkI/AAAAAAAAFWE/Ud6nUNM6uVE/s1600/15.12.09+020.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522961725950339650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TKWAbYdZKkI/AAAAAAAAFWE/Ud6nUNM6uVE/s400/15.12.09+020.jpg" /></a><br />But when the weather is cold, <em>painting in the car</em> becomes the only option, if you want to paint "on the spot".<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TKWAbB6b2wI/AAAAAAAAFV8/VNO0-oYUm7U/s1600/03.01.10+028.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522961719898135298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TKWAbB6b2wI/AAAAAAAAFV8/VNO0-oYUm7U/s400/03.01.10+028.jpg" /></a> </div><div>This is another painting corner. The painting is of the North cliffs, and the corner is in the garden.<br /><br /></div><div>(<a href="http://www.bobscottnorthkerry.com/bobscott.html">Back to "Start Here"</a>)</div><div> </div><div>(<a href="http://www.bobscottnorthkerry.com/">Back to Home page</a>)</div><div> </div><div>(<a href="http://sceneryofnorthkerry.blogspot.com/p/contact-gallery.html">Contact the Gallery</a>)</div><div> </div><div><br /><br /> </div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5716724468053254822-5912022829577894537?l=bobscottconstructions.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bob Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12733558161855416806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716724468053254822.post-30711670534184242332010-09-30T23:24:00.001-07:002010-10-28T11:52:44.020-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TKV_MluxuZI/AAAAAAAAFVw/O9XXcunBrec/s1600/21.3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522960372303247762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TKV_MluxuZI/AAAAAAAAFVw/O9XXcunBrec/s400/21.3.jpg" /></a><br />One of the most pleasant recent diversions was a painting workshop where I was encouraged to represent myself through objects. I focussed on my musical interest, and gave it a retrospective flavour.<br /><br /><div></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TKV_MCGMkzI/AAAAAAAAFVo/nLzDelfvsAk/s1600/21.2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522960362737799986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TKV_MCGMkzI/AAAAAAAAFVo/nLzDelfvsAk/s400/21.2.jpg" /></a> </div><div>A cascade of floppy discs rises above a river of sound, along which flow tin whistles like logs. Children's tunes, and jigs and reels rise as clouds above. </div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TKV_ML2TR_I/AAAAAAAAFVg/kOi0KDemHlo/s1600/21.1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522960365355485170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TKV_ML2TR_I/AAAAAAAAFVg/kOi0KDemHlo/s400/21.1.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div>My use of modern digital music is symbolised by a toy keyboard.</div><div><br /> </div><div>(<a href="http://www.bobscottnorthkerry.com/bobscott.html">Back to "Start Here"</a>)</div><div> </div><div>(<a href="http://www.bobscottnorthkerry.com/">Back to Home page</a>)</div><div> </div><div>(<a href="http://sceneryofnorthkerry.blogspot.com/p/contact-gallery.html">Contact the Gallery</a>)</div><div> </div><div><br /> </div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5716724468053254822-3071167053418424233?l=bobscottconstructions.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bob Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12733558161855416806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716724468053254822.post-41861737435770523672010-09-30T23:18:00.001-07:002010-10-28T11:53:47.313-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TKV9vPqYZsI/AAAAAAAAFVU/AMw2hEh_mNM/s1600/20.4.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522958768651396802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TKV9vPqYZsI/AAAAAAAAFVU/AMw2hEh_mNM/s400/20.4.jpg" /></a><br />These pictures were not always clouds. They were painted originally to go into the windows of my car, to advertise my work, while I was sitting in car parks and on roads all round all over North Kerry "on location" painting a picture. (This is the Irish substitute for painting in the open- air). Visually, they said "Painter at work".<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TKV9u5PJoxI/AAAAAAAAFVM/vlVEC8zet2o/s1600/20.3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522958762631602962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TKV9u5PJoxI/AAAAAAAAFVM/vlVEC8zet2o/s400/20.3.jpg" /></a> </div><div>After a while, and lots of rain, this project was abandoned. The paintings came out of the car, and took-off, as clouds.<br /><br /></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TKV9uoZbqlI/AAAAAAAAFVE/UvbRqDY-INc/s1600/20.2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522958758111324754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TKV9uoZbqlI/AAAAAAAAFVE/UvbRqDY-INc/s400/20.2.jpg" /></a><br />There were four paintings for four windows.</div><div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TKV9uUJki7I/AAAAAAAAFU8/bb7JKvzVWQI/s1600/20.1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522958752676088754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TKV9uUJki7I/AAAAAAAAFU8/bb7JKvzVWQI/s400/20.1.jpg" /></a><br />Now there are four clouds for four corners.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TKV9uFiLWsI/AAAAAAAAFU0/o722u45yzC4/s1600/7.5.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522958748752763586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TKV9uFiLWsI/AAAAAAAAFU0/o722u45yzC4/s400/7.5.jpg" /></a><br /><br />(<a href="http://www.bobscottnorthkerry.com/bobscott.html">Back to "Start Here"</a>)</div><div> </div><div>(<a href="http://www.bobscottnorthkerry.com/">Back to Home page</a>)</div><div> </div><div>(<a href="http://sceneryofnorthkerry.blogspot.com/p/contact-gallery.html">Contact the Gallery</a>)<br /></div><div> </div><div><br /><br /> </div><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5716724468053254822-4186173743577052367?l=bobscottconstructions.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bob Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12733558161855416806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716724468053254822.post-15024720989559111702010-09-02T14:30:00.000-07:002010-10-28T11:56:09.915-07:00Standing in the warm sunshine,<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TIAbtokwh4I/AAAAAAAAEUI/qrCqncJ1bsg/s1600/Sculpture.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512436414701143938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TIAbtokwh4I/AAAAAAAAEUI/qrCqncJ1bsg/s400/Sculpture.jpg" /></a><br /><br />coastal boundaries and a harbour wall, where boats are moored, fill a corner of a garden, behind the shed, which has been temporarily cobbled. The paint on the quay is peeling in the sun. There is a tiny portrait of the artist, as an old man, sketching on the steps. (The tomatoes are a later, more fruitful, addition).<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TIAbtMJXaDI/AAAAAAAAEUA/ivmbf6zCIvA/s1600/11.08.10+040.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512436407070058546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TIAbtMJXaDI/AAAAAAAAEUA/ivmbf6zCIvA/s400/11.08.10+040.jpg" /></a><br />Movng round, a gate promises escape, to wander along the fore-shore. Could this be true, or is it an allusion?</div><div><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TIAbsvnjFwI/AAAAAAAAET4/nX1QNYeZYVI/s1600/11.08.10+038.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512436399412025090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TIAbsvnjFwI/AAAAAAAAET4/nX1QNYeZYVI/s400/11.08.10+038.jpg" /></a><br />Undisturbed, a lady who looks after the garden is tending the flowers.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TIAbsfyUQOI/AAAAAAAAETw/xAl7trOFF1I/s1600/11.08.10+036.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512436395162222818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TIAbsfyUQOI/AAAAAAAAETw/xAl7trOFF1I/s400/11.08.10+036.jpg" /></a><br />with background music by "The Statues" (May and Bob transfixed in a state of play, on bodhran and flute)<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TIAbr1SMjhI/AAAAAAAAETo/z7xawIOqzZM/s1600/11.08.10+030.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512436383753211410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TIAbr1SMjhI/AAAAAAAAETo/z7xawIOqzZM/s400/11.08.10+030.jpg" /></a> while, finally, in a corner by the gate, now more flowers than rising tide, a line of breakwaters, fills like a funnel the receding space.<br /><br /></div><div>(<a href="http://sceneryofnorthkerry.blogspot.com/">back to "Site Guide"</a>)</div><div> </div><div>(<a href="http://www.bobscottnorthkerry.com/bobscott.html">Back to "Start Here"</a>)</div><div> </div><div>(<a href="http://www.bobscottnorthkerry.com/">Back to Home page</a>) </div><div> </div><div>(<a href="http://sceneryofnorthkerry.blogspot.com/p/contact-gallery.html">Contact the Gallery</a>)</div><div> </div><div><br /><br /> </div><div><div><div><div><div><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5716724468053254822-1502472098955911170?l=bobscottconstructions.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bob Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12733558161855416806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716724468053254822.post-87607204754784245972010-01-23T10:18:00.000-08:002010-10-28T11:57:09.923-07:00It's 2010, the winter's over, and the wooden representations of breakwaters , and other coastal barriers, together with some large paintings on wood, have been lying out in the garden for over four months, through the ice, snow, rain, and sunshine. The harbour wall is cracked and peeling. Some of the others are a witness to permanence in a hostile environment.<br /><br /><br /><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/S1s994ztc9I/AAAAAAAACUM/Fe16o1sRveI/s1600-h/03.01.10+019.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430001909155853266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/S1s994ztc9I/AAAAAAAACUM/Fe16o1sRveI/s400/03.01.10+019.jpg" /></a><br />To celebrate the beginning of a new year, the arrangement in which all the pieces had been combined into one, was reviewed, and the components split in two, like the parting of an amoeba, or a strand of DNA. They look less cluttered now.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/S1s9-M27oII/AAAAAAAACUU/oJzM_iW6zkg/s1600-h/03.01.10+028.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430001914538074242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/S1s9-M27oII/AAAAAAAACUU/oJzM_iW6zkg/s400/03.01.10+028.jpg" /></a><br />One is path-like, with an entry and an exit. You can walk into, through, and out of it. Centered around a rectangle of large cobbled stones from the beach, the white bleached posts carry faint memories of last summer. An aging artist sits on the promenade, caught in mid brush-stroke. A line of breakwater posts stand proud but gnarled and pitted.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/S1s9_F5bQuI/AAAAAAAACUs/3I8p4U41NLI/s1600-h/23.01.10+003.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430001929849357026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/S1s9_F5bQuI/AAAAAAAACUs/3I8p4U41NLI/s400/23.01.10+003.jpg" /></a><br />At the other end of the shed, in a corner shared with potted plants, a cave in a cliff is separated by a receding line of breakewater posts, funneling into the distance, as the waves pour out of a picture entitled "Rising Tide"<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/S1s9-uC772I/AAAAAAAACUc/iW7Lh3WdtnQ/s1600-h/03.01.10+029.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430001923446796130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/S1s9-uC772I/AAAAAAAACUc/iW7Lh3WdtnQ/s400/03.01.10+029.jpg" /></a><br />The sun shines onto the scene, casting its long low shadows of winter light.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/S1s9-x83qaI/AAAAAAAACUk/n9bglGta2pM/s1600-h/23.01.10+001.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430001924495092130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/S1s9-x83qaI/AAAAAAAACUk/n9bglGta2pM/s400/23.01.10+001.jpg" /></a><br />(<i><a href="http://sceneryofnorthkerry.blogspot.com/">back to "Site Guide"</a></i>)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/S1s9_F5bQuI/AAAAAAAACUs/3I8p4U41NLI/s1600-h/23.01.10+003.jpg"><br /></a>(<a href="http://www.bobscottnorthkerry.com/bobscott.html">Back to "Start Here"</a>)</p><p>(<a href="http://www.bobscottnorthkerry.com/">Back to Home page</a>)</p><p>(<a href="http://sceneryofnorthkerry.blogspot.com/p/contact-gallery.html">Contact the Gallery</a>) </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5716724468053254822-8760720475478424597?l=bobscottconstructions.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bob Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12733558161855416806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716724468053254822.post-4961722798209705902009-10-09T13:45:00.001-07:002010-10-28T11:58:03.201-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss-lCqDjPYI/AAAAAAAAAlE/k9VeoAfL6hs/s1600-h/9.5.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390708744053276034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss-lCqDjPYI/AAAAAAAAAlE/k9VeoAfL6hs/s400/9.5.jpg" /></a><br />Eventually the larger constructions had to be moved out of the house, because the studio was becoming over-crowded and they didn't fit in with the colour scheme in any of the other rooms.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss-lCHQzuzI/AAAAAAAAAk8/wN2OQqcE9So/s1600-h/9.4.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390708734713641778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss-lCHQzuzI/AAAAAAAAAk8/wN2OQqcE9So/s400/9.4.jpg" /></a><br />They were gathered together into a unified composition in the corner behind the shed.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss-lB3IgXtI/AAAAAAAAAk0/KZtNeOBQ_Fw/s1600-h/9.3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390708730383851218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss-lB3IgXtI/AAAAAAAAAk0/KZtNeOBQ_Fw/s400/9.3.jpg" /></a>They were lit up every evening, by the warm rays of the sun sinking in the west.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/StDOFFFJFoI/AAAAAAAAAn8/zAsJoci8VnU/s1600-h/9.9.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391035340620895874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/StDOFFFJFoI/AAAAAAAAAn8/zAsJoci8VnU/s400/9.9.jpg" /></a><br />The evening sun cast variegated shadows on the overlapping forms.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/StDOEDY3hVI/AAAAAAAAAns/QwVVeAwstGY/s1600-h/9.7.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391035322986890578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/StDOEDY3hVI/AAAAAAAAAns/QwVVeAwstGY/s400/9.7.jpg" /></a><br />and the gardener was happy. <div><br /></div><div>(<i><a href="http://sceneryofnorthkerry.blogspot.com/">back to "Site Guide"</a></i>)</div><div> </div><div>(<a href="http://www.bobscottnorthkerry.com/bobscott.html">Back to "Start Here"</a>)</div><div> </div><div>(<a href="http://www.bobscottnorthkerry.com/">Back to Home page</a>)</div><div> </div><div>(<a href="http://sceneryofnorthkerry.blogspot.com/p/contact-gallery.html">Contact the Gallery</a>) </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5716724468053254822-496172279820970590?l=bobscottconstructions.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bob Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12733558161855416806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716724468053254822.post-64349226012183469572009-10-09T13:32:00.001-07:002010-10-28T11:59:52.382-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss-_KBlSCDI/AAAAAAAAAnE/77-qnkexxcs/s1600-h/8.5.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390737457930176562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss-_KBlSCDI/AAAAAAAAAnE/77-qnkexxcs/s400/8.5.jpg" /></a><br />Students of Irish customs and folklore will immediately recognize the above object as a traditional Kerry Fish Dryer. Fish have been dried in Kerry in this manner for centuries. In bygone days it was a common practice for families to gather round such dryers, usually on the beach, often late on a on balmy Sunday afternoon, their presence betrayed by the tell-tale plume of smoke wafting over the assembled company. It was from this tradition that the phrase "Drying Tonight" originated.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss-gdLYvt2I/AAAAAAAAAkU/Xti0ZLOCBdI/s1600-h/8.4.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390703702119004002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss-gdLYvt2I/AAAAAAAAAkU/Xti0ZLOCBdI/s400/8.4.jpg" /></a><br />I was motivated to re-create such fish-dryers, because I see them as a dying art-form, and I wish to keep alive the tradition, so that there is a body of work that can be used to inform the younger generation of Irish children, who may no longer be familiar with the customs of their fore-fathers, such as these.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss-gcg0iCTI/AAAAAAAAAkM/gMeenWzq5pM/s1600-h/8.3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390703690692823346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss-gcg0iCTI/AAAAAAAAAkM/gMeenWzq5pM/s400/8.3.jpg" /></a><br />As can be see from the above illustration, fish destined for drying, were caught in such far-flung places as Kilmore, Cashen, and Meenegohane. Here, they were consigned to traditional Kerry fish boxes for transportation to drying centres.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss-gcNvVniI/AAAAAAAAAkE/R4ebPwkRcvw/s1600-h/8.2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390703685570764322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss-gcNvVniI/AAAAAAAAAkE/R4ebPwkRcvw/s400/8.2.jpg" /></a><br />These fish have been prepared for drying in the traditional manner, five to a rack, with space in between to allow the smoke from the charcoal and turf fire below to percolate between them.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss-gbueYDRI/AAAAAAAAAj8/Jckj4JTvmoU/s1600-h/8.1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390703677178121490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss-gbueYDRI/AAAAAAAAAj8/Jckj4JTvmoU/s400/8.1.jpg" /></a><br />Another batch of fish lie waiting nearby on the warm sand, having been seasoned earlier in the day in the traditional manner. An extract of seaweed is prepared by the paternal grandfather of the family according to a secret recipe that is handed down from generation to generation on the death-bed of the holder. <div><br /></div><div>(<i><a href="http://sceneryofnorthkerry.blogspot.com/">back to "Site Guide"</a></i>)</div><div></div><div>(<a href="http://www.bobscottnorthkerry.com/bobscott.html">Back to "Start Here"</a>)</div><div></div><div>(<a href="http://www.bobscottnorthkerry.com/">Back to Home page</a>)</div><div></div><div>(<a href="http://sceneryofnorthkerry.blogspot.com/p/contact-gallery.html">Contact the Gallery</a>) </div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5716724468053254822-6434922601218346957?l=bobscottconstructions.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bob Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12733558161855416806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716724468053254822.post-85785605617447171182009-10-09T13:13:00.001-07:002010-10-28T12:00:39.378-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss-cPEBtjMI/AAAAAAAAAj0/1hl6noJXAFk/s1600-h/7.4.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390699061578665154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss-cPEBtjMI/AAAAAAAAAj0/1hl6noJXAFk/s400/7.4.jpg" /></a><br />The title of this piece of work is "Mooring". Like many of the others, it was intended to be Part of the Scenery in "Scenery of North Kerry", but found its way into the garden when it got a bit crowded inside the house.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss-bCnRdtCI/AAAAAAAAAjs/_cjatVJBUtw/s1600-h/7.3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390697748190049314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss-bCnRdtCI/AAAAAAAAAjs/_cjatVJBUtw/s400/7.3.jpg" /></a><br />On its way it stopped by the local beach, where it seems to fit a little bit more appropriately.<br /><br />Its somewhat disheveled look is of course deliberate.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss-bBujEOZI/AAAAAAAAAjc/VbDBzYabOAw/s1600-h/7.1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390697732963056018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss-bBujEOZI/AAAAAAAAAjc/VbDBzYabOAw/s400/7.1.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Turn it round, and it becomes, conveniently, a cabinet full of all the colours that are needed to paint the scenery. <div><br /></div><div>(<i><a href="http://sceneryofnorthkerry.blogspot.com/">back to "Site Guide"</a></i>)</div><div> </div><div>(<a href="http://www.bobscottnorthkerry.com/bobscott.html">Back to "Start Here"</a>)</div><div> </div><div>(<a href="http://www.bobscottnorthkerry.com/">Back to Home page</a>)</div><div> </div><div>(<a href="http://sceneryofnorthkerry.blogspot.com/p/contact-gallery.html">Contact the Gallery</a>) </div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5716724468053254822-8578560561744717118?l=bobscottconstructions.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bob Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12733558161855416806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716724468053254822.post-25638091116526195532009-10-09T13:03:00.001-07:002010-10-28T12:01:37.759-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss-ZUNb2YII/AAAAAAAAAjU/75JrQXG52As/s1600-h/6.4.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390695851468677250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss-ZUNb2YII/AAAAAAAAAjU/75JrQXG52As/s400/6.4.jpg" /></a><br />Boxes have been the inspiration for a lot of my work. For a couple of years I painted all my pictures on wooden panels with boxed sides, which I made myself. They were rough, but this was deliberate. I maintained that they were based on fish trays that the fishermen, in places such as Meenegohane and Cashen village, used to store their catches, and that they captured the "ruggedness" of Kerry. This however did not appear to be much of a "selling" feature for my work, to my great disappointment, and I eventually abandoned the idea. The box shown here was made to sit on in the studio. It was part of "The Scenery of North Kerry", lobster and all.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss-ZTza_OfI/AAAAAAAAAjM/IT2dfiKGFLY/s1600-h/6.3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390695844485741042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss-ZTza_OfI/AAAAAAAAAjM/IT2dfiKGFLY/s400/6.3.jpg" /></a><br />I have no doubt that it could have been used for holding lobsters, had the need arisen.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss-ZTXJc7cI/AAAAAAAAAjE/VwYUpW6J8Qk/s1600-h/6.2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390695836895997378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss-ZTXJc7cI/AAAAAAAAAjE/VwYUpW6J8Qk/s400/6.2.jpg" /></a><br />These are some of the "fish trays" that I made. When I used similar ones for painting pictures, it was on the other side, on the base, and the tray would be the other way up. Here however, I am using them for storage (and display). My "fish" are little paintings on wood, which I used to do a lot of.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss-ZTC0QxVI/AAAAAAAAAi8/mNvVI00odvY/s1600-h/6.1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390695831438411090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss-ZTC0QxVI/AAAAAAAAAi8/mNvVI00odvY/s400/6.1.jpg" /></a><br />Here is the big box, being used as the seat for which it was designed.<br /><br /><br />(<a href="http://www.bobscottnorthkerry.com/bobscott.html">Back to "Start Here"</a>)<br /><br />(<a href="http://www.bobscottnorthkerry.com/">Back to Home page</a>)<br /><br />(<a href="http://sceneryofnorthkerry.blogspot.com/p/contact-gallery.html">Contact the Gallery</a>)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5716724468053254822-2563809111652619553?l=bobscottconstructions.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bob Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12733558161855416806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716724468053254822.post-12897483677336618352009-10-09T12:18:00.001-07:002010-10-28T12:04:44.160-07:00<div align="left"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss_BSIhyRnI/AAAAAAAAAnc/dsFVIpmUHzA/s1600-h/5.6.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390739796256769650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss_BSIhyRnI/AAAAAAAAAnc/dsFVIpmUHzA/s400/5.6.JPG" /></a><br />One day I bought a big new paint box. The old one was now too small, and had to be replaced, even though I was fond of it. The inside of its lid had been the base that supported all of the numerous sheets of 12" by 10" oil paper on which I had painted all of my early pictures of Ballybunion, when I sat on the beach or on the steps, with the box on my knee. To show my gratitude to the box, and so that it wouldn't forget me, I painted a picture on the inside its lid, which had held so many memories.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss-WjbWtLzI/AAAAAAAAAi0/uRUGLPR2Woo/s1600-h/5.5.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390692814368354098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss-WjbWtLzI/AAAAAAAAAi0/uRUGLPR2Woo/s400/5.5.jpg" /></a><br />Then I painted the inside, installing it with virtual paints and brushes, and gave it a prominent place in my gallery / installation. It had helped me to paint the scenery, and now it was going to be part of the scenery.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss-TEp8WEXI/AAAAAAAAAis/bJ4iEGkNwoE/s1600-h/5.4.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390688987173491058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss-TEp8WEXI/AAAAAAAAAis/bJ4iEGkNwoE/s400/5.4.JPG" /></a><br />I painted the bottom, with "Footprints in the Sand", for once I had carried it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss-TEHVjHkI/AAAAAAAAAik/TA7cTNTJE6A/s1600-h/5.3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390688977883962946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss-TEHVjHkI/AAAAAAAAAik/TA7cTNTJE6A/s400/5.3.jpg" /></a><br />Then I painted another picture on the back, and sometimes I took it to the beach, for old time's sake.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss-TDpRxUtI/AAAAAAAAAic/GYxLhzxP8wY/s1600-h/5.2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390688969815053010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss-TDpRxUtI/AAAAAAAAAic/GYxLhzxP8wY/s400/5.2.jpg" /></a><br />Here it is again, back in the studio, sitting on an old fisherman's box full of lobsters.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss-TCwlckHI/AAAAAAAAAiU/nH-uqnZyeCk/s1600-h/5.1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390688954596757618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss-TCwlckHI/AAAAAAAAAiU/nH-uqnZyeCk/s400/5.1.jpg" /></a> and here it is again, down on the beach, enjoying its days in the sun.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">(<i><a href="http://sceneryofnorthkerry.blogspot.com/">back to "Site Guide"</a></i>)</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">(<a href="http://www.bobscottnorthkerry.com/bobscott.html">Back to "Start Here"</a>)</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">(<a href="http://www.bobscottnorthkerry.com/">Back to Home page</a>)</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">(<a href="http://sceneryofnorthkerry.blogspot.com/p/contact-gallery.html">Contact the Gallery</a>)</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right" align="left"> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right" align="left"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5716724468053254822-1289748367733661835?l=bobscottconstructions.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bob Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12733558161855416806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716724468053254822.post-17764956989497637602009-10-09T12:07:00.001-07:002010-10-28T12:05:52.846-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss-9XAlecXI/AAAAAAAAAm8/gsJ36hMtVyg/s1600-h/4.1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390735481977598322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss-9XAlecXI/AAAAAAAAAm8/gsJ36hMtVyg/s400/4.1.jpg" /></a><br />The centre of my "gallery" was a mess like this for a long time, as I gathered together all the objects that I had created, having very little room in which to do this. The breakwater posts and and wooden fence have become more like organ pipes than the desiderata of a beach. Dramatic though this is, it wasn't the effect that I intended.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss-8Xu_SXqI/AAAAAAAAAm0/iPLSZdQEBAc/s1600-h/4.5.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390734394922262178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss-8Xu_SXqI/AAAAAAAAAm0/iPLSZdQEBAc/s400/4.5.jpg" /></a><br />The scenery had multiplied and was beginning to get in the way,<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss-MLGrMSzI/AAAAAAAAAiM/fDVir7Rvo8M/s1600-h/4.4.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390681401383996210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss-MLGrMSzI/AAAAAAAAAiM/fDVir7Rvo8M/s400/4.4.jpg" /></a><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right">though I continued to find creative ways of deploying it, which sometimes worked.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss-MKuauKYI/AAAAAAAAAiE/2_JvmH8FE74/s1600-h/4.3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390681394872461698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss-MKuauKYI/AAAAAAAAAiE/2_JvmH8FE74/s400/4.3.jpg" /></a><br />When the light shone in through the windows the diagonal shadows complemented the vertical posts.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss-MKCD6iVI/AAAAAAAAAh8/QOH3fCtQcU0/s1600-h/4.2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390681382965643602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss-MKCD6iVI/AAAAAAAAAh8/QOH3fCtQcU0/s400/4.2.jpg" /></a>but when it didn't, they just seemed to clutter-up the room. <div><br /></div><div>(<i><a href="http://sceneryofnorthkerry.blogspot.com/">back to "Site Guide"</a></i>)</div><div> </div><div>(<a href="http://www.bobscottnorthkerry.com/bobscott.html">Back to "Start Here"</a>)</div><div> </div><div>(<a href="http://www.bobscottnorthkerry.com/">Back to Home page</a>)</div><div> </div><div>(<a href="http://sceneryofnorthkerry.blogspot.com/p/contact-gallery.html">Contact the Gallery</a>)</div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss-MJkvtW7I/AAAAAAAAAh0/HRqoL7IHGBA/s1600-h/4.1.jpg"><br /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5716724468053254822-1776495698949763760?l=bobscottconstructions.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bob Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12733558161855416806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716724468053254822.post-3740342011593020012009-10-09T11:58:00.000-07:002010-10-28T12:06:50.494-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss-JvQW00PI/AAAAAAAAAhs/XBoAbbG6edw/s1600-h/3.5.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390678723923333362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss-JvQW00PI/AAAAAAAAAhs/XBoAbbG6edw/s400/3.5.jpg" /></a><br />This construction is based on a fence that I saw at a bathing spot beside a sandy path running down to the beach. The posts are of the kind that is used to support young trees when they are growing. I painted them white and left them outside to weather for sometime, before continuing with the project. Two horizontal panels connect the posts, which are nailed into a base board from underneath, representing the sand. Before nailing them together I painted the panels with a line of sea and a line of sky, as if the viewer was looking through them on the way down to the beach for a swim or a picnic. They were more "scenery" for my "Scenery of North Kerry" installation.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss-Juqh9pnI/AAAAAAAAAhk/_MncIl7o7YQ/s1600-h/3.4.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 355px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390678713769502322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss-Juqh9pnI/AAAAAAAAAhk/_MncIl7o7YQ/s400/3.4.jpg" /></a><br />They occupied various positions in the studio / gallery<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss-JuTuW8uI/AAAAAAAAAhc/35MaGNypfAc/s1600-h/3.3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390678707647476450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss-JuTuW8uI/AAAAAAAAAhc/35MaGNypfAc/s400/3.3.jpg" /></a><br />They were useful for leaning paintings against<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss-Jtyl3omI/AAAAAAAAAhU/83x2JIEPuzU/s1600-h/3.2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390678698753499746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss-Jtyl3omI/AAAAAAAAAhU/83x2JIEPuzU/s400/3.2.jpg" /></a><br />and keeping paintings apart<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/StDWko8M0FI/AAAAAAAAAoc/3lmXjAzXxuI/s1600-h/3.6.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391044678916034642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/StDWko8M0FI/AAAAAAAAAoc/3lmXjAzXxuI/s400/3.6.jpg" /></a><br />They enjoyed their brief visit to the beach (all my three-dimensional objects were treated to a day on the beach)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss-JtH-LAjI/AAAAAAAAAhM/8NtRGXIPeOU/s1600-h/3.1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390678687312708146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss-JtH-LAjI/AAAAAAAAAhM/8NtRGXIPeOU/s400/3.1.jpg" /></a><br />After that, they were brought back into the studio, but eventually they went the way of all their companions, out into the garden to weather with all the rest. <div><br /></div><div>(<i><a href="http://sceneryofnorthkerry.blogspot.com/">back to "Site Guide"</a></i>)</div><div> </div><div>(<a href="http://www.bobscottnorthkerry.com/bobscott.html">Back to "Start Here"</a>)</div><div> </div><div>(<a href="http://www.bobscottnorthkerry.com/">Back to Home page</a>)</div><div> </div><div>(<a href="http://sceneryofnorthkerry.blogspot.com/p/contact-gallery.html">Contact the Gallery</a>)</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5716724468053254822-374034201159302001?l=bobscottconstructions.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bob Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12733558161855416806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716724468053254822.post-27458181222548072562009-10-09T05:51:00.001-07:002010-10-28T12:07:56.505-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss-4jQlX-kI/AAAAAAAAAmk/5OgWqDKSiGg/s1600-h/2.4.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390730194872433218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss-4jQlX-kI/AAAAAAAAAmk/5OgWqDKSiGg/s400/2.4.jpg" /></a><br />Now standing outside in the garden, this line of breakwaters are based on what remains of an attempt to re-direct the tide at the south end of the beach at Ballybunion. All that is left of this is a long line of posts, standing like soldiers in the sand, and only accesible when the tide is out. On the beach they are not in pairs, as I re-created them here. That was a device I decided on as a way of making them stand up. In the work, there are four pairs, of diminishing size, intended to give an impression of perspective, of a column receding into the distance. The posts have been painted as if pitted by the sea and covered in sea-weed. Now that they are outside, the erosion process will continue. I am looking forward to seeing what effect that has.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss-GpL1YywI/AAAAAAAAAg8/akZdyBqaaE0/s1600-h/2.3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390675321095244546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss-GpL1YywI/AAAAAAAAAg8/akZdyBqaaE0/s400/2.3.jpg" /></a><br />The posts were originally created to stand in my installation "Scenery of North Kerry", to create an environment for, and enhance, the paintings, which are also paintings of "scenery". I liked this double meaning and the ambiguity which it implied.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss-Go8PfbHI/AAAAAAAAAg0/RpwszRRcdtY/s1600-h/2.2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390675316909763698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss-Go8PfbHI/AAAAAAAAAg0/RpwszRRcdtY/s400/2.2.jpg" /></a><br />They stood in a corner, illuminated from behind<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss-GocR_8hI/AAAAAAAAAgs/DsoTDWptVXo/s1600-h/2.1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390675308330349074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss-GocR_8hI/AAAAAAAAAgs/DsoTDWptVXo/s400/2.1.jpg" /></a><br />surrounded by paintings and books.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/StDTFo42bJI/AAAAAAAAAoE/zGYv7XeBUWk/s1600-h/2.5.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391040847791156370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/StDTFo42bJI/AAAAAAAAAoE/zGYv7XeBUWk/s400/2.5.jpg" /></a><br />One day O took them out for the day, down to the beach.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/StDTGLauPYI/AAAAAAAAAoM/XLW9D-Uq9Os/s1600-h/2.6.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391040857060031874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/StDTGLauPYI/AAAAAAAAAoM/XLW9D-Uq9Os/s400/2.6.jpg" /></a><br />For a short while they were liberated, "to face the rising sun".<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/StDTGlvNDxI/AAAAAAAAAoU/z8zSn31M9ds/s1600-h/2.7.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391040864125259538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/StDTGlvNDxI/AAAAAAAAAoU/z8zSn31M9ds/s400/2.7.jpg" /></a><br />The air was bracing, and they didn't want to come home<br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"></div><div><br /></div><div>(<i><a href="http://sceneryofnorthkerry.blogspot.com/">back to "Site Guide"</a></i>)</div><div> </div><div>(<a href="http://www.bobscottnorthkerry.com/bobscott.html">Back to "Start Here"</a>)</div><div> </div><div>(<a href="http://www.bobscottnorthkerry.com/">Back to Home page</a>)</div><div> </div><div>(<a href="http://sceneryofnorthkerry.blogspot.com/p/contact-gallery.html">Contact the Gallery</a>)</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5716724468053254822-2745818122254807256?l=bobscottconstructions.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bob Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12733558161855416806noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716724468053254822.post-51130971247560727452009-10-09T04:13:00.000-07:002010-10-28T12:09:01.847-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss_Ag6hVCUI/AAAAAAAAAnU/yA1cN2fNtCg/s1600-h/1.6.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 281px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390738950683167042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss_Ag6hVCUI/AAAAAAAAAnU/yA1cN2fNtCg/s400/1.6.jpg" /></a><br />The line of posts which stand at the front of this group are based on breakwaters at Ballyea, Ballybunion, which stand at the foot of the cliff leading up to the golf course. (There are more photographs and paintings of these elsewhere on this site). The textures and colours produced by the sea-erosion fascinate me, together with the almost human way in which the posts seem to be guarding the cliffs behind them.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss-tCk8qGQI/AAAAAAAAAmU/zKr6_fNlbuU/s1600-h/1.4.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390717538775210242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss-tCk8qGQI/AAAAAAAAAmU/zKr6_fNlbuU/s400/1.4.jpg" /></a><br />One day I took the posts down to the sea, to place them in a similar environment to the real ones.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/StDYSOmStMI/AAAAAAAAAok/YhVvKT6Fqmo/s1600-h/1.7.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391046561630434498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/StDYSOmStMI/AAAAAAAAAok/YhVvKT6Fqmo/s400/1.7.jpg" /></a><br />They want to show you that they were painted on both sides.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss-tDBrCJnI/AAAAAAAAAmc/wCq_G9uzvC8/s1600-h/1.5.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390717546485917298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss-tDBrCJnI/AAAAAAAAAmc/wCq_G9uzvC8/s400/1.5.jpg" /></a><br />This photograph is a close up to show the features in which I was interested, all of which are painted on.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss8xqLCXKLI/AAAAAAAAAgk/lEjSeuZQlRU/s1600-h/1.4.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390581879572736178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss8xqLCXKLI/AAAAAAAAAgk/lEjSeuZQlRU/s400/1.4.jpg" /></a><br />After some time where was no room for this work in the gallery, and they were brought outside. I know that there will now be erosion of my own work. The paint will start to peel off. The wood will start to soften and rot. I regard that as a continuation of the artistic process. I am waiting to see what happens, and I haven't decided whether I will restore them as this happens, or just leave it to go on happening.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss8xpTqwo9I/AAAAAAAAAgc/UPojzJrktXc/s1600-h/1.3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390581864709792722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss8xpTqwo9I/AAAAAAAAAgc/UPojzJrktXc/s400/1.3.jpg" /></a><br />Here is a view from another angle. The inclusion of pieces like this in my exhibition / gallery / installation led to the adoption of the title "Scenery of North Kerry", as they stand like part of the scenery for a play.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss8xolMXj6I/AAAAAAAAAgM/r6opfjt7BM8/s1600-h/1.1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390581852234289058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss8xolMXj6I/AAAAAAAAAgM/r6opfjt7BM8/s400/1.1.jpg" /></a><br />In this shot they have been moved around to another position, where I have also painted the beach, with an incoming tide, on the floor. <div><br /></div><div>(<i><a href="http://sceneryofnorthkerry.blogspot.com/">back to "Site Guide"</a></i>)</div><div> </div><div>(<a href="http://www.bobscottnorthkerry.com/bobscott.html">Back to "Start Here"</a>)</div><div> </div><div>(<a href="http://www.bobscottnorthkerry.com/">Back to Home page</a>)</div><div> </div><div>(<a href="http://sceneryofnorthkerry.blogspot.com/p/contact-gallery.html">Contact the Gallery</a>)</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5716724468053254822-5113097124756072745?l=bobscottconstructions.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bob Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12733558161855416806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716724468053254822.post-16498579808613481322009-10-09T00:26:00.000-07:002010-10-28T12:10:00.102-07:00<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss7m5u078rI/AAAAAAAAAfs/qVsoUmSsAwE/s1600-h/2.4.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 284px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390499683506057906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss7m5u078rI/AAAAAAAAAfs/qVsoUmSsAwE/s400/2.4.jpg" /></a><br /></div>This was the first notice that I made for the gallery. It stood by the gate in the front garden, held up by a post. The words "Viewing by Appointment Only" were added to give some control over who came in, but it certainly wasn't very inviting.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss7m3t7sxOI/AAAAAAAAAfk/npawCgC1K5E/s1600-h/2.3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 289px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390499648906249442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss7m3t7sxOI/AAAAAAAAAfk/npawCgC1K5E/s400/2.3.jpg" /></a><br />The places illustrated are the cliffs at the foot of the golf course in Ballybunion, as seen from the other side of the Cashen, at Kilmore Strand (The hill behind is Knockanore) and the cliffs to the north of the main beach, "The Ladies' Strand" in Ballybunion.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss7m1B1kAVI/AAAAAAAAAfc/FyVpZVraY6s/s1600-h/2.2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 398px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390499602709610834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss7m1B1kAVI/AAAAAAAAAfc/FyVpZVraY6s/s400/2.2.jpg" /></a><br />I decided to give the art gallery a name, and make a bigger notice, choosing the same to subjects, taking out the phone number and the requirement for an appointment.<br />.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss7mzR47EbI/AAAAAAAAAfU/hMBWXAZNlYM/s1600-h/2.1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 385px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390499572658934194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/Ss7mzR47EbI/AAAAAAAAAfU/hMBWXAZNlYM/s400/2.1.jpg" /></a><br />This didn't make the slightest difference, and eventually the ideas of Notices on Posts was abandoned. But it had been an enjoyable exercise.<br /><br />(<i><a href="http://sceneryofnorthkerry.blogspot.com/">back to "Site Guide"</a></i>)<br /><br />(<a href="http://www.bobscottnorthkerry.com/bobscott.html">Back to "Start Here"</a>)<br /><br />(<a href="http://www.bobscottnorthkerry.com/">Back to Home page</a>)<br /><br />(<a href="http://sceneryofnorthkerry.blogspot.com/p/contact-gallery.html">Contact the Gallery</a>)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5716724468053254822-1649857980861348132?l=bobscottconstructions.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bob Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12733558161855416806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716724468053254822.post-27246634906015797912009-10-08T11:56:00.001-07:002010-10-28T12:11:04.183-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TH3_REIkXNI/AAAAAAAAEOc/lBns6R0H01Q/s1600/AN+-+The+colours+of+the+Moon,+2008,+12+x+15,+Oil+on+wood+(not+intended+to+be++mounted+or+framed).jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 332px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511842187603893458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TH3_REIkXNI/AAAAAAAAEOc/lBns6R0H01Q/s400/AN+-+The+colours+of+the+Moon,+2008,+12+x+15,+Oil+on+wood+(not+intended+to+be++mounted+or+framed).jpg" /></a><br />I had a wooden palette that I wasn't using, and made it into this. The three primary colours, blue yellow and red, and the five earth colours that I love - painted on a sea. The light of the sun has been split into the colours of paint, the shapes of the palette create a silhouette of planets orbiting the sun.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TH3-AD_OsdI/AAAAAAAAEOQ/2wd3BXHsuXQ/s1600/BW+-+Exploding+Tide,+2008,+11.5+x+11.5,+Oil+on+wood+(not+intended+to+be+mounted+or+framed).jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 390px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511840795995320786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TH3-AD_OsdI/AAAAAAAAEOQ/2wd3BXHsuXQ/s400/BW+-+Exploding+Tide,+2008,+11.5+x+11.5,+Oil+on+wood+(not+intended+to+be+mounted+or+framed).jpg" /></a> </div><div>A relation gave me this shape she had brought in an art shop, presumably for painting on to make a pot stand. This gave me the idea of an exploding, or may be an imploding, tide (going out, rather than in). It's like the "big bang" that started the universe. An animated version of this, expanding, then receding, would go on for ever. </div><div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TH3731zmlBI/AAAAAAAAEOE/LfYTAvSnxI4/s1600/MM+-+A+Pattern+of+Lobster+Pots,+Meenegohane,+2006,+27+x+47,+Oil+on+wood+(panel).jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 259px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511838455726248978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dp6L7cI5ms/TH3731zmlBI/AAAAAAAAEOE/LfYTAvSnxI4/s400/MM+-+A+Pattern+of+Lobster+Pots,+Meenegohane,+2006,+27+x+47,+Oil+on+wood+(panel).jpg" /></a> This is the third or fourth time I have painted lobster pots, and is more of an abstraction than the earlier attempts. The painting is big, on wood, with a box frame. The colour range of lobster-pot painting has definitely been enhanced by the invention of plastic rope by modern fishermen.</div><div><br /></div><div>(<i><a href="http://sceneryofnorthkerry.blogspot.com/">back to "Site Guide"</a></i>)</div><div> </div><div>(<a href="http://www.bobscottnorthkerry.com/bobscott.html">Back to "Start Here"</a>)</div><div> </div><div>(<a href="http://www.bobscottnorthkerry.com/">Back to Home page</a>)</div><div> </div><div>(<a href="http://sceneryofnorthkerry.blogspot.com/p/contact-gallery.html">Contact the Gallery</a>) </div><br /><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5716724468053254822-2724663490601579791?l=bobscottconstructions.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bob Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12733558161855416806noreply@blogger.com0