Over Corrugated Iron
A5 three plate etching, hard ground, soft ground, aquatint
I created this etching through layering three different zinc plates, each with a different colour and a different detail on it. It is from my imagination, based on an abandoned garden that I used to visit in the town I grew up, Porthcawl. It used to have wild bee hives, a huge almond tree and cherry tree, as well as many wildflowers and overgrown garden tools and wheelbarrows. My favourite part of the garden was a very large greenhouse. The grape vine growing in the greenhouse had gotten so large that it had pushed aside roof panels spilled out into the sunshine to grow. I used to tiptoe into the garden and feel like I was waiting for Mary Lennox`s robin to show me where to go next. One year I went home from university and it was all gone, turned into parking spaces. I wonder where the bees went, and how many other secret gardens now sit under concrete and cars.
A5 three plate etching, hard ground, soft ground, aquatint
I created this etching through layering three different zinc plates, each with a different colour and a different detail on it. It is from my imagination, based on an abandoned garden that I used to visit in the town I grew up, Porthcawl. It used to have wild bee hives, a huge almond tree and cherry tree, as well as many wildflowers and overgrown garden tools and wheelbarrows. My favourite part of the garden was a very large greenhouse. The grape vine growing in the greenhouse had gotten so large that it had pushed aside roof panels spilled out into the sunshine to grow. I used to tiptoe into the garden and feel like I was waiting for Mary Lennox`s robin to show me where to go next. One year I went home from university and it was all gone, turned into parking spaces. I wonder where the bees went, and how many other secret gardens now sit under concrete and cars.
A5 three plate etching, hard ground, soft ground, aquatint
I created this etching through layering three different zinc plates, each with a different colour and a different detail on it. It is from my imagination, based on an abandoned garden that I used to visit in the town I grew up, Porthcawl. It used to have wild bee hives, a huge almond tree and cherry tree, as well as many wildflowers and overgrown garden tools and wheelbarrows. My favourite part of the garden was a very large greenhouse. The grape vine growing in the greenhouse had gotten so large that it had pushed aside roof panels spilled out into the sunshine to grow. I used to tiptoe into the garden and feel like I was waiting for Mary Lennox`s robin to show me where to go next. One year I went home from university and it was all gone, turned into parking spaces. I wonder where the bees went, and how many other secret gardens now sit under concrete and cars.
