Oh, scary scary decalcomania!…

But first…
Dulltown, Europe: Today’s smell is that of a freshly opened packet of nice tea.

DSCN3140‘What the hell is this?…’
‘No, no, calm down, it’s just another of my decalcomania monoprints.’
“Decal…” what?…’
Yes, decalcomania is a form of fine art printing which involves slapping some paint around a bit, then pressing some paper on to it and peeling it off again to reveal the interesting partially random marks made. For more on the way I do decalcomania you could have a look at an earlier post of mine on the subject. Click here.

So, what do you make of this one dear reader?
It seems to me to have a sense of scale about it, as if it depicts a landscape, or perhaps a building of some sort; what are those upright things? Are they supposed to be human figures, or perhaps spooky sea sponges waving to us in the current? Maybe they are just boring fence posts? Hey! Are those storm clouds in the sky with hard stabs of heavy rain diagonalling out of them? Hell, it’s not up to me to be doing your imagining for you… But, it certainly looks like a breezy day out there in the desert. For some reason I am thinking about the scene in the action movie where the hero discovers a large mysterious derelict shed out in the wilds of, er… Arizona. It is usually a bright hot day; it is dark inside the shed, but there are shafts of sunlight streaming through the holes in the walls, they catch the gently moving dust motes hanging in the air. Ah, but wait!… Now is the time that the bad guys turn up with their unshaven snarls and their machine guns, they grin and riddle the walls with bullets, producing yet more dust and more shafts of sunlight… It’s always good to have one of these scenes in your film. I wish Mike Leigh’s recent film Mr Turner had had one of these scenes in it… It would have livened it up considerably…
I really am rambling today… Sorry…

About Dave Whatt

Grumpy old surrealist artist, musician, postcard maker, bluesman, theatre set designer, and debonair man-about-town. My favourite tools are the plectrum and the pencil...
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