Martyn Thompson Studio

TEXTILES AND INTERIOR ARTS

THE ACCIDENTAL EXPRESSIONIST...MARCH 2019

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The Accidental Expressionist    In the studio with fabrics from the Accidental Expressionist collection.

The Accidental Expressionist

In the studio with fabrics from the Accidental Expressionist collection.

They say a little knowledge is a dangerous thing but it can be a wonderful technique in itself. A certain combination of naive curiousity and dogged determination has certainly paid off for me in the past.

It was only a half dozen years ago I fancied across the digital jacquard weaving process. I wasn’t then looking to make textiles: I was exploring diifferent ways of reproducing my photos.

But that changed quite rapidly as I saw a potential to create something new.… Technology has a habit of inflicting “newness” upon me.

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From the top: Drippy Jacquard, Dropcloth Moss jacquard with a MTS/Dove Drury Hornbuckle "Quarry" lamp in bronze, Blotch jacquard on a 50's Italian sofa, Still life of paint splattered cardboard, the studio bedroom with Accidental Expressionist tapestry photographed for New York magazine, Splat Red jacquard on a vintage dining chair.

From the top: Drippy Jacquard, Dropcloth Moss jacquard with a MTS/Dove Drury Hornbuckle "Quarry" lamp in bronze, Blotch jacquard on a 50's Italian sofa, Still life of paint splattered cardboard, the studio bedroom with Accidental Expressionist tapestry photographed for New York magazine, Splat Red jacquard on a vintage dining chair.

Soon I was searching through my archive for images that potentially could develop into a repeat pattern.The result of this was The Accidental Expressionist: patterns derived from pictures of the paint splattered sheets of cardboard that covered my studio floor. 

It's sounds quite simple but there was a lot of "to and fro" and learning to be done. Images were cut and pasted, reformed and recolored, then translated into a fine art jacquard tapestry weave.

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The Pinch "Pendle" chair upholstered in Dropcloth Moss, MTS pillows in Dropcloth Moss and Blue, MTS sheer linen in Duckegg Blue, the studio photographed for World of Interiors.

The Pinch "Pendle" chair upholstered in Dropcloth Moss, MTS pillows in Dropcloth Moss and Blue, MTS sheer linen in Duckegg Blue, the studio photographed for World of Interiors.

Making up the names for each textile is a job in itself- kind of torturous and fun at the same time— certainly the thesaurus comes in very handy. Splat, Drippy, Blotch, Whitewash, Dropcloth. Right now I'm working on a new collection: working title "Rose Tinted Glasses".

In the last 3 years we’ve translated these designs into various collaborative forms. Rugs for Perennials, ceramics for 1882 Ltd, blankets for Saved NY and the dropcloth inspired Midnight Moondust wallpaper with Fabscarte.

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From the top: Mustard Splash rug for Perennials,the Dropcloth inspired "Midnight Moondust" hand painted wallpaper paper with Fabscarte, Accidental Expressionist tea set for 1882 ltd, Splat cashmere blanket for Saved NY, MTS Dropcloth linen scarves.

From the top: Mustard Splash rug for Perennials,the Dropcloth inspired "Midnight Moondust" hand painted wallpaper paper with Fabscarte, Accidental Expressionist tea set for 1882 ltd, Splat cashmere blanket for Saved NY, MTS Dropcloth linen scarves.

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A HELPING HAND........ DECEMBER 2018

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Walking the Beach, Deal, Kent.

Walking the Beach, Deal, Kent.

I’m seated on a delightfully unbusy train to Deal in Kent which provides me that opportunity I absolutely love- to spread out and decamp. Bag and bits on the seat next to me, with a tray down for the thermos and snacks: a second one for my laptop. Headphones are on-  Brian Eno’s Another Green World. The fabric of my poncho and various other items temporarily reupholster my surrounds- its lush. As is my general desire, I’m digging into a pile of cashews and drinking tea: currently Fortnum and Mason “Royal Blend”, though it could as near be PG tips as this thermos has a somewhat democratizing effect on its contents.

The Sweet Briar Rose

The Sweet Briar Rose

The sloping countryside is bathed still in a sleepy mist- way past breakfast time. There’s a smell of home made sandwiches, just unwrapped, coming from across the carriage and peaking thru the seats I spy them- crusts off. Eavesdropping I discover these are turkey sandwiches and observe a bottle of white wine. It’s 10.35am I note, with a sort of sober superiority, lifting the tea to my lips.

The River Stour, Kent.

The River Stour, Kent.

The train is running a bit late due to some problem on the tracks and we’ve stopped for a while by a little villiage. The long, soft shadows of the english winter shape this rather dream like view. I try to photograph the hazy sun- wearily noting a tendency the smart phone has instilled in me- a certain obligation to take a picture of anything and everything I think attractive. A practice that’s become a sort of contempory torture.

Wall detail in Sandwich, Kent

Wall detail in Sandwich, Kent

The train pulls into Deal and I dismount to one of my favorite sounds- the mournful longing of the seagull. That “something lost somewhere along the way” kind of sound triggering childhood seaside memories, imagined perhaps, of salted and vinegared chips wrapped in newspaper. I’m a nostaglia addict lolling about in memory much of the time.

Wintery Leaves of the Silver Ragwort, Deal, Kent.

Wintery Leaves of the Silver Ragwort, Deal, Kent.

I spy my friend Maggie thru the departing crowd further down the platform. By the time I reach her she’s in negotiation to help an elderly lady stranded with a rather large suitcase at the bottom of stairs. The bulk of passengers have walked straight past but Maggie carries the bag over the footbridge. I’d like to carry that into 2019… how can I be of more help?

Countryside manners.....

Countryside manners.....

Happy New Year 2019