Anyway...here we go (oh and please note, you can FINALLY enlarge my images by clicking on them! Hooray! For some reason, when I disabled the right click function on my blog, it also disabled the enlarging option - but I've finally figured out a way to get round that now...so yay!)
Well, it all began in March when Seth from The Altered Page proposed that we participate in his newest and coolest collaboration. Called the Disintegration Collaboration, we had to make a little bundle of materials that we would then expose to the elements. Here's mine, just newly hung in our family's young oak tree in our backyard - before the elements begin to take their toll and weather it:
and then after:
Amazingly, after being hung in our oak tree, then left to drown in our pond and finally buried in our garden, it didn't look too bad! But then the rains came - constant and seemingly forever - all through the months of May and June. This wet weather did take its toll, however, as the bundle was too mucky to bring inside, I had to try and dry it outside under our veranda. So the wet weather didn't allow my bundle to dry very fast and over the weeks mould began to grow on it! Now THIS was a very exciting development!
Finally, I had to stop the mould from growing, so I relented and brought it inside to dry - this time putting it in our airing cupboard. The damp mouldy pages began to dry out and finally began to warp and become nice and crisp.
Now that it was dry it was time to commence work on the final, finished art piece. Much to my delight, as I began to disassemble the canvas and pull it away from its frame, I found that the wood underneath the canvas was also stained - with black mould spore! This I would play up to, as I slowly altered the frame.As some of you may have read from my earlier blog posting - this final piece was about celebrating the birth of my son last year on the same day that my best friend Lenny had died, 12 years before. The young oak tree my bundle was hung from, is the oak tree that Lenny gifted us just before he died. So my final piece reflects these elements to my story. I have copied this story, using quill and ink, onto the paper dyed pink from the elements, behind the little tree and the frame that it sits in:
The tree itself is actually a pumkin vine, left over from this year's pumpkin harvest from my friend's garden whom we first met at Lenny's funeral. I've dyed it black and then mounted it into the frame.