Beautiful Flowers, Awful Machines

The pattern is very clear now this summer in bi-polar art. (I don’t think that I am, but my art might be.) I’ve made an entire bouquet of nice flowers and a machine park of pain. Next month I should make awful weed flowers, full of thorns, along with beautiful mechanics. Just to compensate.’Til then:

“Monday Mood, a.k.a. Correspondence grinder.”

I intended a longer rant to go with it, in which I connect the habit of not answering cold outreach such as mails to the pandemic – when such asocial habits were aquired, I believe – to the global warming that can kill us all. It sounds like a really long shot. But the carelessness! --- ladies and gentlemen and other animals, that carelessness is in itself the very same. Mechanics doesn’t care what it’s grinding. I and the environment have the same enemies.
So: I gave “Insta” some technical notes instead, told my readers that the background is patterned from a tiny piece of Hieronymus Bosch. I hoped that they knew Bosch (or started googling) and saw how very apocalyptic and fitting that is. Next I double-exposured this pattern, which I lowered for the “table”, emphasis was on making 1+1 into a darker 2. (And the front was an even darker third go.) The pattern also resurface in the motif in very neat way, or so I think.

The floral motifs are blessedly simple in comparison. Here’s…

Sweet William, Dianthus barbatus

And a Bluebell (with a bumble bee) Hyacinthoides

And last but not least, A red rose. (Rosaceae) One might believe that the flowers were made feeling good and the cruel machine while feeling bad. It ain’t necessarily so...