I looked at the meaning of rust and poems with the word rust in them. I came across themes of erosion, deterioration, decay and everything started to get a bit melancholic,
But I then came across a photo I had taken on holiday of the paint peeling on the side of a boat. There was nothing melancholic about this decay, the colours were absolutely stunning.
I came across too a poem referring to the rusty colours of autumn which helped to cheer me up further and took me to photos I took last autumn when out walking the dog. Last year was our first autumn of living in the country and nature shouted out to me wherever I went.
Like C&G Diploma, however, we have to choose a theme for our work. I have more or less decided on churches. Z. got me started on Friday with a spider diagram of ideas and I developed that further in my pristine new sketch book, and looked at various definitions of related words.