Wednesday, August 29, 2012

as with basil leaves so with art - sometimes

Basil leaves tend to be better torn than chopped up (so I'm told). Now, when it comes to cutting up paper, I am not that steady with scissors - even when I've drawn a line first. So I tend to do that sharp crease and tear thing.

I think I've almost exhausted my clay tiles and broken stuff art ideas now - probably a relief for the rest of you!

Here are today's efforts:

I called them the "I lost my button" series - pretentious, moi?
 It's been raining on and off all day but I will make a trip as far as the pond eventually. I have also done some paper work and household chores so I haven't just been messing about *all* day.

Friday, August 24, 2012

raindrops on roses

or rather a rose petal amongst the raindrops!

I've been cleaning the pond out completely today as well as the surrounding area so this post might as well have been titled mud, sweat and tears! It took all day but was worth it. I also created a waterplant nursery in the dog's old galvanised path.

 I was careful about the wild life, using lots of buckets so that they could be poured back in. And they seem to appreciate their refurbished, rejuventaed and revitalised home

I created a bit of art work with bits that got found,

and took a picture at the end.

Then it started to pour with rain so I sat in the shed and looked out.

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

To do

There's nothing quite like ticking things off a list, in my view.

I've started a scrap book today. It has four categories:

- places to go or go back to, so far St Ives and France! There are lots of places I haven't been yet ... coming soon!

- things to try or to learn:

riding a bike is number one

- tasks to complete:

quite a few gardening, sewing, kinitting and art projects will go in here

and all the other stuff, books to read or re-read, stuff I'd just generally like (such as a quiet place to read!):

I think that this is going to be a fun project - and one that maybe those grandchildren yet to be might find interesting to look at.

Monday, August 20, 2012

up the garden path

Had a nice day yesterday sorting out one of the sheds! 6 bin bags later it looks like a working shed again and has space to sit and have a cuppa as well as fitting all the stuff in neatly!

My other shed looks like this:

and it's more of a sitting and thinking shed.

There's still one shed to go with the tidying but that's for another day!

Sunday, August 19, 2012

Oh I do love to be beside the seaside

Yesterday was one of those days - fuelled in part, but not completely, by the glorious sunshine and bright blue sky - when I felt I must head to the sea.

The journey was dreadful because everyone else had the same idea but I had Jason Mraz and Mick Hucknall to keep me company in the car so was pretty lucky! I drove round two car parks before finding a space but as Jason might say, "the wait was so worth it".

Fish and chips, a book, then a wander round the junk shops before a stroll back along the beach and home.

I saw this recently on one of those aphorism greetings cards and liked it: make the most of the small things because one day you'll look back and realise they were he big things.

It's funny how you know you're getting close to the sea even before you see it: a change in the light, a feeling?

I sat in the garden in the evening and dreamt of my perfect home by the sea .... one day.

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

symmetry and sound

Based on this tweet from Dave Gale  RT  Is symmetry beautiful?

here is my try
 rotational symmetry

what I like is the way the sound builds up as you work

I can't wait to try this on the Interactive Whiteboard to get some collaborative work going and then perhaps as a nice homework via the MLE to answer Dave's final question (read his post)

Monday, August 13, 2012

people you meet

It's strange how seemingly quite random meetings and other unrelated activities lead to other things. I got talking to a lady yesterday who I've met for only about ten minutes before quite a long time ago. She is a proper artist and got me thinking about how you should play around with elements to get a form that pleases you.

Then I was mending a cupboard door today and, rummaging in the drawer where the screwdrivers are kept, I found a few bits of wood. I played around with them and some leftover clay, a few bits of string, some corrugated cardboard, a small piece of silk and some old linen, broken jewellry and a cardboard box!

Here is the result. I'm thinking of a title for it. Any (polite :-) ) ideas?

Saturday, August 4, 2012

To live in the hearts of those you love

To live in the hearts of those we love is not to die.

I went to Cornwall this last week – only for five days and it is never enough. As usual, I visited my parents’ grave and I saw the quotation above on a stone near theirs. There are, of course, always a few new graves since my last visit. I left some freesias for my Mum and Ageratum for my Dad.

Although I wasn’t born in Cornwall it is where I feel at home. I suppose being there from age 6 to 16 (plus a few summer holidays for six weeks in my late teens) would be my formative years in many respects. But I couldn’t drive and didn’t often go out without the family or a group of friends so I don’t know all the nearby places as well as perhaps I should. Mum and Dad worked very hard to make ends meet so a trip from St Ives out as far as Marazion was quite an adventure. I don’t think we ever walked up to the top of St Michael’s Mount though! I did it this time and could imagine poor Rebecca looking out of a window to the sea crashing on the rocks below.

There is a ribbon of humanity that snakes out to the mount -we walked out along the causeway and caught the little ferryboat back.

It’s a constant, well almost constant, question that goes around in my head – are we some amazing chemical coincidence or is there a Grand Plan? The light in Cornwall gives my heart a lift the moment I set out to drive along a road or lane, or to walk or sit on the beach. It is as though each shape is clearly outlined – almost like a puppet theatre set. And this seems to be true whatever the weather so that even when you see the brooding clouds across the harbour here at Fowey, the light still makes you catch your breath – well it does me, anyway.

So, the people we have loved, however briefly, or however long ago, stay with us. The places that we love help us to keep peace in our hearts.

Is it part of a grand scheme? It seems too amazing to think otherwise and yet here I am back at my kitchen table, and Cornwall, my holiday, sometimes even my prayers, seem to fade just a little to a slightly blurry picture that makes me wonder if someone has forgotten the auto focus on the great lens.

Before this all becomes rather maudlin, I'll point out that I went with my two best friends and we had some amazing laughs - although some of them you had to be there to get so I won't try to explain. We went to some wonderful places like the Alex Catz exhibition at the Tate, "Give Me Tomorrow", Pendennis Castle (complete with jousting), Penzance, Mousehole (where we watched an artist at work), Truro, Falmouth, Lizard Point, Lamorna Cove (redolent of smugglers' tales, we thought), Fowey, Helford Passage, Durgan Village, Glendurgan Gardens (sorry, I still like Trebah the best); in fact we got quite a lot into five days! No wonder I actually lost weight this holiday. We sat on Porthmeor Beach and paddled in the Atlantic. We walked around "The Island" and through leafy glens.

We saw brooding castles, sweeping bays, rolling waves, folks at play on beaches, seaweed, wonderful plants and moss covered walls.

We had cream teas and pasties, fresh fish and salads. We looked in Churches and Chapels.

We peeped through windows and wondered what was behind doors or inside treasure chests; we asked ourselves why someone had knitted covers for the harbour front in Fowey, and imagined who had walked the lonely halls before us.

And we saw Cornwall in all its granite walled, flower strewn, seaside, big sky-ed splendour.