Silk Habotai, card, textured wood panel, mosquito netting, woven metal fragment, acrylic paints, fiber-reactive dyes
Painting on silk, assemblage
643 x 312
This piece illustrates a poem:
mountains of green
mountains of blue arise:
gratitude wells up
and fills my eyes
When I moved from Europe to tropical Queensland to care for my frail aged parents in their last chapter, I would sometimes take respite time at Ankida, a rainforest sanctuary in the Gold Coast hinterland. I felt like a Zen hermit tucked away in a grass hut amongst mountains that rolled westward for ever. It was a good place for poetic ramblings and painting; I felt blessed beyond words.
Recycled boxes, canvasboard, cotton netting, acrylic paints, handmade dyed Japanese washi, linen thread
Painting, dyeing, drawing, stitching, collage, assemblage
460cm x 460cm
wonderboxes – celebrating the wonder of the everyday
Today I remember the birthday of my late father. And although I wasn’t yet two years of age when it occurred, I bow my head in remembrance of Hiroshima Day today.
Once, on Dad’s birthday, I asked him how it felt to have his birthday fall on the same date as the bombing of Hiroshima (he was a soldier in the Second World War) and he took a long time to say anything. Eventually he sighed and said, “It was the war, dear.”
Oh, the sorrow in that little sentence!
Rather than a ‘detail’, today I’m posting a work called triptych 06.08.45. It was made in 1988; I have no high resolution file for it, and I apologize for the poor quality of the image.
dip-dyeing, painting, stitching, wrapping, binding, assemblage
silk Dupion, silk thread, card, direct dyes
1500 x 800, private collection, Nelson, Aotearoa New Zealand
The inexpressible is the only thing worth expressing.
– Frederick Franck
la madonna blu
Scaletta Uzzone, Piemonte, Italy
400 x 850
painting on silk, laminating, collage, assemblage
silk Habotai, fishing net, shells, sand, sequins,
fiber-reactive dyes, acrylic paint, gold metallic paint
– – –
this is my way
to make visible, to voice
the unknowable mystery of creation
this womb of light and love –
this is my way
with color, texture, rhythm
small earth-spun miracles
and a devotional heart
this is my way
to say the unsayable
– – –
Federick Franck’s to-do list
Frederick Franck at the awakened eye
Pacem in Terris
nomad collection: Italy
Japanese washi, silver threads, cardboard stand
I find the fragile beauty of Japanese handmade washi irresistible and came home from Japan laden with sheets of all kinds. Actually it’s much sturdier than it appears. Not quite strong enough for bowl-making, however. How could it be stiffened, strengthened?
I decided to do some research and unearthed an old Chinese recipe used to stiffen silk for flower making. A few dozen experiments and many failures later I had devised a recipe that enabled me to make bowls using just one layer of washi. The diaphanous quality of the paper was preserved, and the bowls held their shape. Stitching sometimes appears, but seldom for construction purposes.
The bowls each have their own small base, and a storage box – just as do traditional tea ceremony bowls.
Why bowls? To spend time in Japan, to participate in the rituals of tea making, serving, and drinking, is to enter another entire mindscape. Coupling this with contemplation on the paradox of form and emptiness is a deep and profoundly awareness-enhancing practice. Bowls can be potent teachers.
Nomad Collection: Japan