Petrea, "wrack" (as in "tide-wrack"): among many definitions in the OED (noun): A vestige or trace left by a destructive agency; remnants of, or goods from, a wrecked vessel, esp. as driven or cast ashore. In this case an old fishing net (the orange thing) driven ashore and caught on the ruins of Happisburgh's sea defences. Around here we refer to any stuff washed ashore as "tide-wrack". Meryl Streep stood way over on the other side of the country.
Thanks for explaining what wrack is. The piece of timber sticking up from behind the rock looks eerily like the butt of a rifle, so I thought of gun rack, except the spelling is off. The orange netting would make splendid Halloween wig.
You're right about the rifle-butt. Well spotted. I just liked the texture-fest in the photo. Wet granite and weathered timbers against the breaking waves, all set off by the absurdly orange fishing net.
Haha on wrack and Andy Goldsworthy. I guess my ankle was a wrack when a wave broke it in five places! At least it wasn't orange. I don't look good in orange.
Vic, why does "looking up Andy Goldsworthy" sound vaguely pervy to me? I'm certainly no Goldsworthy but I have been known to leave little stone or twig sculptures in odd places. This, however, is all "found art" and yes, the range of colours and textures in a few lumps of stone and timber were what made me clamber over the sea defences to get the shot.
Orange only looks good in anti-Gitmo rallies, Neetzy. Or on oranges of course. It's one of those odd colours I would never have in my pallette unless by accident. I don't know who wrote those rules that I was taught as a kid, but they still seem right to me (rules like "there is no such colour as grey"; "never use black … start with alizarin crimson and prussian blue and then add complimentary colours"; and "Paint those oranges … and if you try to use orange paint I'll slap you so hard." What rules do you teach these days?
Ha! The only one of those I use is never use black, or make your own black by mixing complements...and make your own grey by mixing complements and adding a little white.
Chalky White, my old art master drilled into me that there is no grey in nature and challenged me to find some. Of course I found lots but he made me look again in various lights and he was right.
Hee hee. Yay flashbacks! Chalky White was my old art master, not the colour. When you're a crusty old art teacher called White who throws chalk at the heads of misbehaving kids, you end up getting a nickname.
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Dramatic! The orange thing is a wrack? I had to look it up. I've never heard the word used in this way before and now I've learned something.
Surely this is where the Meryl Streep character stood in the movie.
Petrea, "wrack" (as in "tide-wrack"): among many definitions in the OED (noun): A vestige or trace left by a destructive agency; remnants of, or goods from, a wrecked vessel, esp. as driven or cast ashore.
In this case an old fishing net (the orange thing) driven ashore and caught on the ruins of Happisburgh's sea defences.
Around here we refer to any stuff washed ashore as "tide-wrack".
Meryl Streep stood way over on the other side of the country.
A wrack is a wreck? Oh. I thought it was a mermaid's fright wig, leftover from Halloween.
Hahahahaha. Actually, I think I'll go back and claim it. I could do with a wig.
Thanks for explaining what wrack is. The piece of timber sticking up from behind the rock looks eerily like the butt of a rifle, so I thought of gun rack, except the spelling is off. The orange netting would make splendid Halloween wig.
You're right about the rifle-butt. Well spotted.
I just liked the texture-fest in the photo. Wet granite and weathered timbers against the breaking waves, all set off by the absurdly orange fishing net.
I've just spent my morning looking up Andy Goldsworthy. First thing I thought was that you'd had the same idea.
Love the offset of colour, Dive.
Haha on wrack and Andy Goldsworthy. I guess my ankle was a wrack when a wave broke it in five places! At least it wasn't orange. I don't look good in orange.
Vic, why does "looking up Andy Goldsworthy" sound vaguely pervy to me? I'm certainly no Goldsworthy but I have been known to leave little stone or twig sculptures in odd places. This, however, is all "found art" and yes, the range of colours and textures in a few lumps of stone and timber were what made me clamber over the sea defences to get the shot.
Orange only looks good in anti-Gitmo rallies, Neetzy. Or on oranges of course. It's one of those odd colours I would never have in my pallette unless by accident. I don't know who wrote those rules that I was taught as a kid, but they still seem right to me (rules like "there is no such colour as grey"; "never use black … start with alizarin crimson and prussian blue and then add complimentary colours"; and "Paint those oranges … and if you try to use orange paint I'll slap you so hard."
What rules do you teach these days?
Ha! The only one of those I use is never use black, or make your own black by mixing complements...and make your own grey by mixing complements and adding a little white.
Chalky White, my old art master drilled into me that there is no grey in nature and challenged me to find some. Of course I found lots but he made me look again in various lights and he was right.
Yeah, chalky white can be a problem too. I try not to add white until at least the second painting session.
And the greys I agree. None of the tube greys exist in nature. I see a lot of purple in my greys. That could be flashbacks from the seventies!
Hee hee. Yay flashbacks!
Chalky White was my old art master, not the colour. When you're a crusty old art teacher called White who throws chalk at the heads of misbehaving kids, you end up getting a nickname.
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