Celebrating gardens, photography and a creative life
In my post of highlights from this year’s Floriade Expo, I shared a teaser of a bird detail from Lian de Gier’s wonder-full mosaic on display in the Green House. If you didn’t see the peacock for lack of a tail, at least you had an excuse, not being in front of the whole 5m x 2.5m mosaic. Continue reading “De Droomtuin Mosaic by Lian de Gier (The Dream Garden)”
When wallpaper was the stuff people pasted and hung on walls, rather than the screen saver of a mobile phone or computer, I worked for a wallpaper company. We used the term ‘distressed textures’ to classify designs that did the role of a plain paper, but were more broken up and patchy. Some mimicked flaking plaster, rusted metal or grungy wood, others were abstract.
Designers took inspiration from all walks of life, and mood boards of patterned objects decorated the studio: inspiration for themed collections with titles such as Cairo and Great Plains.
I was reminded of those mood boards last month at the Ag Museum in Jackson, MS, where visual treats were everywhere, hidden in plain sight. Inspiration for Agricola, I imagined: a contemporary homage to farm implements. Continue reading “Finding Distressed Textures at an Agriculture Museum”
It’s standard practice to cut down living trees and make them into painted fences or decorated trinket boxes, but rare to leave a dead tree standing and turn it into sculpture. Continue reading “Keeping Fondren Funky: Tree Art by Bill Taylor”
At first or even second sight, you might not see anything odd about the stile at Broomhill Sculpture Garden. Continue reading “Stile and Gate by Frank Triggs”
Do snowmen count as art? Some snow has fallen over the last couple of days but not as much as elsewhere and not nearly enough for us to get creative with, so my pictures are from previous years. Continue reading “PPAC: Snowmen”
It’s the season for quizzes. Half of these pictures were taken in Mississippi and half in England. Â Can you guess which is which? Continue reading “Where Was I?”
Susan Rushton 