#1605 theoldmortuary ponders.

On By Juliet CornellIn DartmoorLeave a comment

What’s something you’ve done that your past self would be proud of?

I have never been to Foggintor Quarry before. But I have sat on the rocks of Foggintor Quarry for most of my life and there has often been photographic evidence of me doing it. As a toddler feeding pigeons and as an overnight reveller during Queen Elizabeth II’s Silver Jubilee. A couple of New Years Eves

Now if this sounds like nothing that my past self would be proud of . I am inclined to agree, but the part of me that really loves a quirky fact feels a little bit excited to have visited the quarry that birthed Nelsons Column. The more or less central spot of London in Trafalgar Square. So wherever you are in the world the distance between your home and London would be measured to a monument built from rock from Foggintor Quarry.

10 years ago my son, Sam and I posing posing in front of Nelsons Column at Christmas time. Both completely unaware that we were posing in front of rock from a quarry that we could see from our Cornish home. As I stood at the quarry today it was possible to see the town we used to live in. Our ruverside home would be somewhere below the arrow.

We used to look out of the east facing windows on really wintery days hoping to see snow on the higher parts of Dartmoor. Sleds and snow shoes would be hastily thrown into the car. Madness to think that we were almost certainly looking straight at Foggintor. Sometimes of course it was actually obscured by fog!

The quarry had its own school. This is all that remains.

Just imagine being educated somewhere quite so bleak.

below Foggintor Facts

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#1604 theoldmortuary ponders

On By Juliet CornellIn blogging, Bobbing1 Comment

A Friday Bob worthy of the front page of a glossy magazine. Water temp 16.1-16.9 degrees. Air temp 15 degrees, unthinkable really for October. You might wonder why we need a swim area.

We have big competition for our space in the bay.

And we have beautiful competition for our space in the bay.There would be a hefty fine if we were ever caught swimming beyond the Buoys. But during almost every swim something big or powerful sails close by. We absolutely know why the buoys are there.

Marianne also knows that the yellow really sets of her autumnal tan and Sailor Stripe rash vest. She is in every way a model Bobber.

Here she is setting off with her Agent, Photographer, Security and publicist. Straight out to the buoy , the first picture was perfect and her team were able to relax, chatter and swim together, really enjoying the moment. Bobbing at its beautiful best.Blogging nonsense at its finest.

#1603 theoldmortuary ponders

On By Juliet CornellIn Hybrid Printmaking, pondering, Serendipity1 Comment

I have been pondering the meaning of community today. I am not sure I could make a list of the communities I am involved in. Someone would be certain to point out one I had forgotten.

The artist community in real life and on line is an easy one to identify, although this year I have skipped joining in with Inktober. An informal group that responds to daily prompts to draw, paint and sketch using ink.

During October I am certainly using inks but not responding to someone elses prompting. Yesterday I realised that this October , for me,has become Pinktober. For an entirely random reason.

While I was in France I managed to buy a bright pink Bic fine tip pen. Traditionally watercolour paintings can be enhanced with pen and ink. Usually but not always black. I prefer Sepia but a set of five bright colours really set me thinking and so two pictures this week have been embellished with pink and I love it.

Not that I can belatedly join the 2026 Inktober community as none of their prompts could inspire a seascape or a random collection of three mussel shells, a cracked pebble and an Oyster shell.

Maybe I could talk my way onto 28 th October using ‘Trophy’ as these shells were happy trophies brought home by a grandchild. Or indeed October 31st ‘Flex’ because to paint the collection of shells I flexed a little to turn over the mussels to reveal their beautiful blue sides and the pebble to show the crack. I also flexed my mind a little bit to overlay the watercolour painting with the original photograph of the collection from the beach. The serendipity of doing this works brilliantly in this instance . Giving the hybrid print of this painting more abstraction and artistic heft. So flex on the 31st of October this one will be.

Another of my communities will provide ‘Trophy’ on the 28th of October. One of my local community WhatsApp groups advertised free Quince, generously left for anyone to collect.

I love quince and these are really quite a trophy. They will be my fruity muses sometime soon and after a painting is done they will be cooked to make Quince syrup and Membillo a gorgeous rose coloured jelly to eat with cheese and ham throughout the winter. The Quince may well join the Inktober community. Better late than never. They will also be enhanced by pink ink. In my own solitary community ‘ Pinktober’ of just me and my pink Bic

#1602 theoldmortuary ponders.

On By Juliet CornellIn artLeave a comment

What does it mean to be a good person?

There must be many versions of what it means to be a good person. Way beyond my level of pondering. I think a good person needs a percentage of a bad person. The tension of bad in a good person provides texture and tenacity, creates balance and perspective. Too much goodness can be pappy, flimsy…. dull.

With no bad how can you even gauge goodness.

This water colour sketch works because the pristine white pebble is both cracked and reflects the colours that surround it.

Remove the crack and something vital is lost to the overall vibrancy of the image.

The image becomes pleasing but with less of something intangible.

A good person with no bad is the same . Pleasing of course, but with no tension to frame and enhance the good.

#1601 theoldmortuary ponders.

On By Juliet CornellIn Serendipity1 Comment

I think Autumn has properly arrived, I have cooked a crumble.It was either an accident or serendipity.

This fabulous collection of beach findings caught my eye in the sharp shafts of sunlight that are indicative of this time of year. They were collected in the summer by one of three granddaughters and stored in the studio which they also use as a playroom. I found it when I had to change the position of the blinds in the room. Just 3 mussel shells an oyster shell and a cracked pebble. But the composition is so lovely I will just return it to the windowsill where it had been placed for safety

An unplanned autumnal arty moment.

The actual autumn project was a still life of a coffee pot with a plain white coffee cup. The coffee in question, Ethiopian Sidamo is new to me and I am quite obsessed by the flavour of it

As part of my still life painting plans, I posed the flavours that I get from rhe coffee. Which we bought in France two weeks ago.

Milk chocolate, Orange and cherries.

The cherries were the inspiration for the crumble. Which is a slightly curious pairing,.Apple and Cherry crumble anyone?

My plans for today.

Domestic Admin

Prep/planning for a still life representing the flavour of Sidamo Coffee.

Walks with Lola

A painting started

What have I actually achieved ?.

Domestic Admin

Prep planning for a still life representing the flavour of Sidamo Coffee.

Walks with Lola

An unusual crumble.

No painting. And now two to do instead of the original one.

#1600 theoldmortuary ponders.

On By Juliet CornellIn Nature, Photographs1 Comment

Breakfasts are very predictable in this house on a Monday. Here we are eating pre-breakfast in the book corner ( left over weekend croissants) while the eggs scramble. But all is not as it seems @theoldmortuary. Breakfast was served early in the yard!

There is a passing resemblance to scrambled egg but we tend not to perch on our breakfast whilst eating.

Not even on the worst days of table manners

#1529 theoldmortuary ponders

On By Juliet CornellIn bloggingLeave a comment

A late blog for a Sunday . We had a birthday party to attend and an overnight stay for the birthday girl.We are all over the excitement now so time for quiet contemplation of old images featuring words used in previous blogs.

Every morning on my way to do Jury Service I passed this street sign. No need ever for jury service if everyone adherered to this simple request.

Natural comedy.

A question of Letterpress.

Something for a Sunday . ( I know I used the last two images yesterday but good text is always worth repeating.) And I am on the flip side of a sugar high.

The End

#1528 theoldmortuary ponders

On By Juliet CornellIn PhotographsLeave a comment

Every picture tells a story. Yesterday any pretence that Summer was still with us slipped away. An autumnal greige day with rain and grunginess, marked that a line has finally been crossed. Another line that was crossed, was the image storage provided by my blog hosts. Time for me to take some immediate action. 10 years of images to go through, clearing out duplicates and images that had been stored, but never used. A job much more pleasant than clearing out the garage, that had held a five year archive of 18 years of my arty, but no longer relevant stuff. But clearing the garage taught me that arty clear ups are a good thing. A digital clear up involved no dirt, no trips to the tip and no spiders. Just an hour or so with a cup of coffee and some digestive biscuits, and some lovely memories, not all of them the smiley sort of memories, some were sad as memories can be. But life is a blend of happy and sad which every sentient being has to navigate. Going through the pictures was a record of where I have been, which has put me on the path of where I am now, and ultimately where I am heading off to. Although that of course is somewhat unknown and I like that about life. One picture I retrieved does accurately reflect the end point of all of our journeys.

Clearing out the garage was such a good thing. My whole creative life feels lighter without all the stuff that was, at times, essential to getting a Fine Art degree as a mature student. Sometimes I just go in,look at the empty space, and enjoy the almost nothingness of it. It also attracts envious gentleman callers who would do all sorts of things in there if they had the opportunity.

Nobody is going to stroll into my more spacious digital archive and have fantasies about sprockets, lathes and vices. But I know there is now ample space for more pondering illustration and that feels good.

Sunday’s blog will be a trip through the cleared out archive in no particular order. But if a picture of a pre-paid grave ( not mine) is a low point, then the sign outside a Chicago Church is surely a brightener for a Saturday morning.

#1527 theoldmortuary ponders

On By Juliet CornellIn Hybrid Printmaking, Serendipity1 Comment

Tell us about your morning routine.

or yesterday mornings routine.

In fact yesterdays morning routine was a monthly routine. Once a month a group of artists get together to chew the fat , plan exhibitions and share tips. We are encouraged to be creative at the same time. Multi tasking, with cake eating and coffee drinking is also integral to our decisions.

I was painting a water-colour layer to enhance a photograph that was taken two days earlier after a really lovely swim in Firestone Bay.

Water colours* combined with a photograph are how I produce my Hybrid prints. The watercolour is how I add emotion, atmosphere and vibrancy to the experience of being there in that specific moment. I also use watercolour to add the complexities of the weather and temperature of that moment.

*I mostly use a watercolour layer but the additional layer can be a monoprint,another photograph, textiles anything that can create the essence of what I am striving to capture.

The photograph this watercolour needed to enhance was good enough in its own way.

But it was bleak and chilly as is entirely normal for 5pm in mid-October. The swim one hour earlier had been unseasonably warm. We had all stayed in longer than you might expect for October. The whole experience felt like a warm summer evening, lots of chatter, a good bit of exercise.The harsh reality of the landscape felt softer and more vivid than it really was.

I trace the point where I will register the two images and then forget all about the photograph. Painting entitely from memory/imagination the sensation of the moment. Everything flows from the register point. In this case it is also the vanishing point but that is accidental

Then I just have to photograph the water colour and stick the two* images together.

*Sometimes I create three or four images to stick together. Nothing is guaranteed, the whole project can be a disaster or turn out nothing like as well as I had hoped. This one came out just as I had hoped.

The Watercolours are not wasted. I can work into them later with pen and ink.

The reason I am sharing the somewhat ponderous technique I am evolving was an on-line conversation I had yesterday with a schoolfriend.

Funny how a chat with a lovely man that I have known since we were both 11 made me distill my thoughts.

Even funnier is the realisation that only came from that conversation.

At no point in my medical imaging life did anyone accuse me of not being a ‘real’ radiographer or not giving them a ‘real’ diagnosis because I was using digital skills.

Plenty of people have exactly that opinion of using digital skills to produce art…

Plenty of people are incorrect.

The finished article.

3pm The Swim zone.

And because digital can change a mood.

5pm An early evening dog walk. Reflecting on an unexpectedly lovely swim.

#1526 theoldmortuary ponders

On By Juliet CornellIn pondering1 Comment

Moon over Millbay.*

This was the scene for my first cup of tea of the morning. A crescent moon still slumbering in the sky.* Millbay is the port that lies to the front of our house. Best known now as a ferry port and leisure harbour. But it has quite the history, one of the the lesser known events was the secret arrival of the survivors of the Titanic.

Two hours later this was the scene at Firestone Bay whilst I walked Lola and drank the last mouthful of the first cup of coffee of the day.

In between I had breakfast, a shower and sketched out an arty idea that has been taking a good old bit of pondering over the last two days.

I was even caught pondering it in the street yesterday. I had failed to notice a friend who was aware I was mulling over a gnarly old admin problem.

She thought I was deep into the gnarly old problem when in fact it was nothing more serious than arty farty ponderings. Once I had got it out of my head and onto paper there is no need to ponder it until the next stage. Did this sudden mental freedom immediately fill up with problems of the old and gnarly sort? It did not. I would say beyond the delight of a gorgeous morning and a fine cup of coffee my mind was completely blank.