Here is the third sample picture from a multimedia collaboration between myself and celebrated artist, Julian Sutherland-Beatson.
At this stage, we would very much appreciate feedback about which of the three visual interpretation styles people prefer, especially with regard to where Julian has placed the words of the haiku in relation to the picture.
You can find out more about Julian from my two earlier posts this week, and by visiting www.juliansutherlandbeatson.co.uk
This is the second of three samples pictures from a multimedia collaboration between myself and artist, Julian Sutherland-Beatson.
With the painting’s size reduced, some people might need a magnifying glass to read the words etched upon its chilly, windswept landscape.
winds from the Arctic whip me
into fast ascent
We would value some constructive feedback at this stage, to help us gauge the best direction for our project.
In 2011, Julian exhibited his art in the Royal Academy Summer Exhibition, at Glyndebourne Opera House (http://glyndebourne.com/discover/artist-residence-2011), in the Eastbourne Festival (http://eastbournefestival.co.uk), and at Gallery North, Hailsham.
This is the first of three sample pictures from a multimedia collaboration between myself and artist, Julian Sutherland-Beatson. We are looking at different ways of presenting our work, such as exhibitions and book form. Any feedback or suggestions would be most helpful at this stage.
Amongst Julian’s many achievements, in 2011 he was artist in residence at Glyndebourne, http://jsbglyndebourne.wordpress.com, and will be returning there again in May 2012. For further info. about Julian and his work, please visit http://www.juliansutherlandbeatson.co.uk.
In his dreams he’s a hero:
teeth and attitude.
He ogled her so…
His eyes fell down her cleavage
to join the lost crumbs.
She fished out the crumbs…
but left his eyes in the dark
unless he promised.
She possessed a brilliant brain
but not in her breasts.
He remained stubborn…
Possessing a second brain
elsewhere than his head.
She hired a baby…
They’re just large mammary glands
do you stare at cows?
His eyes were happy…
He had a mother complex
She stood in a storm…
Dressed in her under-wired bra
Stubbornness off the grid
they fried each other.
(c) sarahcpotter, 2012