Look if you haven’t read Moving Pictures, click on the link https://books.google.co.uk/books?id=gDnb8AlIMAUC&pg=PA100&lpg=PA100&dq=moving+pictures+pot+pellet+pratchett&source=bl&ots=P6qwiqyn2Y&sig=Zz4jMUqV46V_yRO2nWHRTrnBnaQ&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0CCAQ6AEwAGoVChMI0vebx4jwyAIVhCgeCh2RNQG6#v=onepage&q=moving%20pictures%20pot%20pellet%20pratchett&f=false
And if you don’t know how it relates to Turner Contemporary
and the “Risk” exhibition, read my post http://thanetonline.blogspot.co.uk/2015/10/risk-in-margate-at-turner-contemporary.html
Anyway when I got back here last time to write the post I
couldn’t remember if it was dragons or elephants on the pot, no photography in
the exhibition, see.
So first thing I does, actually first thing I does when I
gets to the gallery is put my coat in a locker and go to the toilet – disabled
one actually because I wanted to sing fairly loud and didn’t want to spoil
anyone's aim in the gents. Yep first thing I does is go up into the gallery and
ask for an adjustable gallery chair to sit on so I can sketch the pot.
Quick pen sketch of the seismograph, which the gallery have
wrongly labelled a seismometer please note this is a sketch to remember the
thing by and not a sketch of the thing.
One big problem about sketching anything not vegetable or
mineral is that you tend to come away from the thing feeling a bit like you
have made love to it, the dragon wouldn’t let me draw its teeth, as you can
see.
If I was going to lecture a group of students about the
relationship between art and science, I would say “There is no relationship
between art and science.” and then spend the rest of the lecture sketching the
students, and refusing to say anything else about the subject.
I was feel a bit burnt out after the dragon so went off to the gallery and drew some young people,
as if the animal is human and alive there is a sort of return energy, so thanks.
On to Crampton Tower in Broadstairs where my children did “Slot
Racing” and pressed buttons.
Here are my Photos
