Decoupage – as you have never seen it before

Brenda Matthews — Thu, 20 Oct 2011 02:42:24 +0000

Since writing my last blog about my friend, Roy, with the greenest of fingers, he has kindly sent me the names of the stunning roses and clematis and so I have now inserted them. He also mentioned, en passant, that they were delphiniums not hollyhocks!

Well now you have another treat in store. Roy is a greatly admired master of the classical French/Italian art form of Découpage and apart from having been President of The Guild of British of Découpeurs, (www.découpageguild.co.uk) he has taught Découpage in the Victoria and Albert Museum and was also invited to pass on his expertise to an enthusiastic group of decoupeurs in Italy where he is held in great esteem. He is always very generous with his knowledge and praise. Roy’s work is not only original, but he is a perfectionist, creating elegant objects with the finest cutting and design and of course a surface like porcelain. Those are the techniques that make a treasured and revered piece of Découpage.

Découpage, to put it simply, is the art of decorating surfaces with cut out paper. It came to the fore around the 17th to 18th century, first in Italy and then in France. Venetian cabinet makers began applying artists’ drawings and paintings to furniture and covering them with lacquer in order to ape the ornate decorated furniture being imported from the Far East, and which became so popular that the supply could not keep up with the demand. It became the rage with ladies in Europe who would sit snipping away at pictures to decorate various objects from fans to fire screens and boxes. It has had many famous practitioners such as Marie Antoinette, Madame de Pompadour, Lord Byron, Matisse and Picasso. In1972 The National Guild of Découpeurs was formed in the USA to promote this fascinating and beautiful art in its purest form. Go to www.decoupage.org and look at their Gallery of Art to see wonderful and inspirational examples of the best in Découpage.I am too vain not to mention that I too was a member of the National Guild of Découpeurs, having had the unique and unforgettable good fortune of going to the USA to study under many of its greatest exponents. After that I created and taught and wrote about this richly absorbing art form. I only gave it up because I broke my shoulder badly and could not continue. However, as so often happens, good came out of evil as the door opened for me to create my Images de Plumes.However, to get a taste of what you can see on the above website, first look at the following examples of the very special and varied work done by Roy Larking.

NB: Of the floral tea set, only the tray is découpaged. The initials are hand coloured. Note the faux marquetry on the writing slope and on the images to the right of that.Before I finish, one more photo, a magnificent Boulle box by Roy, he writes -

“The box is meant to mimic the work of Frenchman Andre Charles Boulle (1642 – 1732) which I so admire. “Boulle work”consisted of metal and turtleshell marquetry. It is essentially engraved brass, into which is set turtle shell. Boulle’s work was the feature of the furniture which graced apartments in the Palace of Versailles and elsewhere”.

A Poet Visits Our Creative Community

Brenda Matthews — Thu, 20 Oct 2011 02:39:10 +0000

Where I live in the hinterland of the Sunshine Coast in Queensland, there is an abundance of creative talent. Some of these talented people live here permanently, some escape here for weekends, and others just visit us. There are painters, sculptors, musicians, actors, writers, wood carvers, quilters, embroiderers, film producers, and many more. Today I want to write about one of those who visit us.

Lyn Browne and her husband Rodney came to live in the house next door to me for six months. Having family in Brisbane they have the perfect excuse to avoid the grey English winters and spend six months in Australia then back to Europe to enjoy its summer. Wonderful, fun and energetic neighbours they were too. With their joie de vivre, energy and wide range of interests I was not surprised to learn that Lyn is a poet of depth, charm and whimsy and it is clear that writing poetry is a passion with her. While here in Maleny she wasted no time in finding a small group of poets who share their writings and exchange ideas. I became aware quite soon, that like all writers, Lyn was constantly finding inspiration from every day happenings and the people she met and as she says, our landscape.

Lyn has been writing poetry and short stories for about 15 years. In poetry, although she at times uses formal metre, she prefers free verse with its own internal rhymes and chimes. Lyn favours the unexpected, thinks a poem should surprise and also challenge – it shouldn’t necessarily give up all of its meaning at a first reading. ‘Several meals for the price of one’ is her aim, like discovering new things in a painting.

Possibly because of the poetry, her short stories have become more and more condensed. Her micro-fiction (under 300 words) has been published in several collections, and last year a nano-fiction story (under 100 words) won a major publishing competition.

Lyn finds inspiration in everyday things, though since she arrived in Queensland, both the landscape and the weather seem to have infiltrated her poetry.

Gravity check

See how the moon is kite-surfing

over Pumicestone Passage,

chasing the milky tide.

Hooked to a chicken loop,

he’ll race till morning.

Holey Moley, Flinders,

you never expected that.

When the moon starts spinning

we’re in for a bumpy ride.

and here she writes of the Victorian fires:

Black Saturday, 7 Feb 2010

The first time I smelled tv, frail bones of homes

that Saturday: burnt out hugging, huddling, smoke.

Once, I came through Marysville when it was green

and cloaked, found sanctuary, the rubber of roos,

pondered what ‘platypus’ might mean.

All gone. First anniversary: families broken into pews,

and sober suited, numb. The Premier spoke. No gums,

no green. And some read poetry. Water in the creek.

Black Saturday stalks them, swallowed what they were.

Weary of form filling, you see them turn

away, scan for searing northerlies, or something they’ve mislaid.

There’s a need for reassembling, disparate parts

still workable: half-remembered prayers, bent metal, melded glass.

Wildfire

Will it come with a screen door clatter,

or will it be smoke so thick you can lean on it,

darkening heat while the flames twist?

What will we take when we race

bunched in our fists like handfuls of hair

when we flee to stand in the dam

scanning the ridge for that shifting slide,

stony rain on the loose tin roof

flattening anything left alive?

Do prayers burn? Who will tell us?

and here is

Night Fighting

You, and you. And you.

Spiking its targets

lightning pulses along the ridge

night-fighting the rain.

They’ll be leaving soon. Big

as eagles on the whippiest branches

the birds are silent.

I could scream a storm.

More like rain than rain

leaves rattle,

palms bending to the wind.

Screech of machinery.

Cockatoos dark as crows

shrieking at the wind.

I think Lyn’s muse is with her.

Lyn and Rodney are great walkers and judging by the intrepid way they tackle the demanding slopes of the Swiss alps at their favourite spot Wengen, they are daunted by very little. Lyn wrote ”We were lucky enough to find a day when we could attempt our favourite walk across the glacier up behind the Eiger, at 12000 ft. Blissful blue skies, and fun in the snow. We managed to get to the mountain hut and have some lunch, but crumbs it was a struggle to climb up to it. It had snowed overnight and the ascent was very icy. Great to watch climbers coming in, crampons, ice axes and ropes etc. They often fall asleep with their heads on the table! Our other ‘best’ walk was on a narrow path just below the north wall of the Eiger, we walked for 4 hours, a descent of about 3,000 ft, that was quite hard too, but we made it down to another favourite mountain inn where we enjoyed lunch and a beer (see photo, Grindelwald in background). You probably know that Eiger means Ogre.” No I didn’t know that! Mind you, when they weren’t embarking on such challenges, they were apparently in Interlaken buying chocolates.

Their lunch break with Grindelwald in the background.

I am looking forward to their return here, very soon.

Feathers in Art & Greetings Cards

Decoupage – as you have never seen it before

Since writing my last blog about my friend, Roy, with the greenest of fingers, he has kindly sent me the names of the stunning roses and clematis and so I have now inserted them. He also mentioned, en passant, that they were delphiniums not hollyhocks!

A Poet Visits Our Creative Community