My art experiments – Pretend playing in the pretend snow

nothing to see really

Time for some more art experiments: I was going through some  pics taken when the snow was about (shhhhhh,  better whisper in case it hears me and comes back …) and I thought I’d have a bit of fun with the images.  These are the pics I took – yes, nothing special to write home about, BUT…….

a miserable vista of snowy delight

It’s amazing what lurks under the surface of that snow…so I did a bit of excavation work…..

 

cleared a few paths…..

snow has many layers - this has three

Cropped, super imposed and filled (no fancy footwork here).  Just when I’d cleared the snow away, I decided to add some more.  But I wasn’t happy with the composition at all, so a quick crop…

I give you - 'See amid the Winters Snow 1'

And ‘See Amidst the Winter’s Snow’ was born.  Here are a couple of variations…  old comic book colours maybe – but there wasn’t anything comical about that snow! 

'See Amidst the Winter's Snow' and feel that icy blast

 

and finally this one which I warmed up slightly with what looks like something out of the Blitz-

Neuclear Blitz anyone?

As you can see from the original composition, the portrait formated pic didn’t really take off.  So – waste not want not, I say – I decided to merge reverse images of the same shot and go with this;-

'See Amid the Winters Snow' reversal

 I think that the last image would make an interesting  painting,  if I turned the top roofs into tall chimney pots, contrasting Victorian industry with modern day living  –  progress marching through the constancy of the weather – I might be on to something.  Some things will always be with us.

‘Snow Joke and not laughing’

It is absolutely horrendous! Hideous – outrageous!  I can’t believe the snow we are having!  I don’t remember snow like this ever.  It’s about a foot deep now.  I, who would love to go to Iceland (the place) have now changed my mind.   They should change that Iceland advert (mum’s gone to Iceland) to ‘Mum’s gone to Iceland and she could be gone some time like poor old Titus Oates’ (Lawrence Edward Grace Oates 1880 -1912)’.  Of course this was the Antarctic not Iceland, but it’s still a snowy freezing  place.

lawrence-oates, he never returned

Off I went through the foot thick snow with my Snow boots on which unfortunately came lower up the leg  than the snow.  To think I used to cheer when it snowed – running out with wellies and gloves that were soaked within a minute.  I didn’t care though, I was only 23 at the time (OK.  9 years old).  Now I’m moaning my head off along with everyone else.  There have been so many accidents  because it has snowed.  People are in hospital with broken limbs, some have actually been killed.  And still, we are unprepared.  It has been predicted that it will ice over tonight.  Great news eh.

snow boots need to be higher

It has been said that the British are a nation of shopkeepers, and all they talk about is the weather.  Well I’ve just had to go shopping to the supermarket in this weather and am now moaning, so there may well be some truth in this….