17 February 2018

Unabashedly floral

Returning home yesterday, I found it warm enough to spend, door keys in hand, a few minutes in the garden, doing a little (one-handed) tidying. The bulbs are shooting up, and the miniature irises are actually in flower, so they needed the weeds clearing around them so that they can be seen. 

My keys were in the non-weeding hand and no hands were free for taking photos ... but I do have lots of other floral pix available from the past few weeks of walking around and looking around -
Hellebores etc at Estorick Collection

Old tiles on pub at Highbury Barn

Outside a florist on Highbury Park

Semi-floral - hanging baskets at Sable d'Or, Crouch End

Gorgeous (huge) Chinese plate in V&A ceramics gallery, 6th floor

Victorian tiles, Green Lanes

Flowers of light! Through a steamy bus window

Sad sight, a ghost bike, Seven Sisters Road

Japanese textile design seen at Works on Paper fair

Floral table decoration ...

... and the real thing, at Works on Paper fair

Floral portrait inside the envelope, one of a series by Margaret Mellis

Drifts of snowdrops and aconites, Hyde Park (on a raw day)

Spring flowers at 136A earlier this month

And this? ... it's one of those photos the camera takes when you're
not looking - my floral quilt

16 February 2018

Then and now, etc

Getting my library books ready to return, I weighed up "Hornsey Past" and after a quick flip through, decided to keep it a while longer. This photo, from the top of the hill with Alexandra Palace mistily on the horizon, is a road I know well, and nowadays the W3 bus goes along it. Also in November we watched the Guy Fawkes fireworks at Ally Pally from this spot.
 The postbox is still there; the trees are not. People don't seem to be standing around quite as they did 113 years ago, but the hedges are still flourishing, here and there. I do wonder about the changed rooflines...
Some of the library books, to dip into at the coffee shop - 
and then, walking home the long way, past the recreation ground, at dusk -
Still a few weeks to enjoy the silhouettes of the bare trees.

15 February 2018

Poetry Thursday - an astronomy poem by Walt Whitman

When I heard the learn'd astronomer

When I heard the learn’d astronomer, 
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me, 
When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them, 
When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room, 
How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick, 
Till rising and gliding out I wander’d off by myself, 
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time, 
Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.

- Walt Whitman

Found via the discussions in the excellent online astronomy course "In the night sky: Orion", which has been a source of insight and of astonishing information - did you know that there are 170 billion galaxies (or maybe a trillion) - each containing millions or billions of stars, and their moons and planets, incomprehensibly many; some are millions of light years away, incomprehensibly far.  From the dust between them, some flung out by stellar collisions in the 13.7 or 13.8 billion years of the universe's existence and the rest a remnant of the Big Bang, more stars continue to be made as the dust particles, tiny as they are, are attracted to each other by gravity.

Other great sources highlighted by participants are this tool to see the Milky Way in light of different wave lengths - http://www.chromoscope.net/ - and a series of videos from the Hubble Telescope: the one on the Horsehead Nebula is so good - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LL5L4VFgkdo, and the 3D technique explained in that video has been applied to the Orion Nebula -
Of course in the still, you miss the 3D effect - have a look at the video, it's spectacular!

14 February 2018

Starting and stopping

It being half term at Morley College as well as at schools throughout the land, instead of printing woodblocks I am stuck at home with The Footballers. The piece has been lying on the floor for a week, and six scenes are still to be painted, plus there's the tricky matter of laying out the fabric in between the scenes, after which it will be quilted in parallel, narrowly-spaced straight lines, avoiding the figures. So, it's a long way from being finished, at the moment.

The quilting will lead to a lot of loose threads on the back, like in this sample -
I intend to darn them all in. And I'll keep checking that the backing fabrics behave themselves. Adding the backing as a facing, with just a bit of stitch to hold it in place, is getting to be an ever more attractive possibility, though.

As the morning slides past and lunchtime approaches, everything is ready for the painting - but here I am at the computer, pursuing other objectives: booking tickets for talks, answering overdue emails, doing a few "lessons" in the current online courses (music notation has been started, palaeography awaits). I wonder why I'm so avidly "filling the time" - to have an interesting life, right! - and am concerned that still, in the wisdom of age, I'm not able to do the important things until they become urgent. Deadline? oh, it's more than a week away ... no need to panic just yet - even though one of the delights of not having a day job is that tasks can take as long as they need ... panic is supposed to be a thing of the past. (As for emotional panic, that's another matter, and mentioned only in passing.)
So there it all is - several tubes of useful new paint, and lots of brushes, and three images off to a good start. 

The great insight that hit me is this - having it lying there is a disincentive. The ritual of getting the materials out, and putting them away after the session, is so important. Going into the studio to collect the paints, brushes, palette-plate, etc takes only a minute - and that action is the start of the actual work, it's like starting the flywheel turning. One thing will lead to another - the paint will be squeezed out, the brush will be chosen, the first mark will be made, and another and another.

Then there's the difficulty of stopping. I like to have a time in mind, even though this harks back to the day job and subverts the dream of having allllll dayyy in the studio. "Little and often"? And the putting away of materials - good studio practice! - is part of the stopping; time has to be allowed for cleanup. 

Stopping in the middle of a sentence, as it were, has its advocates - it's easy to pick up the thread, they say. Tidy people, though, might want to finish the task, and have in mind what needs doing next.

These are on my list for today. You can see from the pixelation, and the rough cutting, that they are quite small - about 2" high, if that. 

13 February 2018

Drawing Tuesday - Petrie Museum

In the Petrie Museum is a large table with various books, and also baskets of drawing materials. One of the books was about the Fayum portraits found by Flinders Petrie and held by the museum; after my latest brush with "faces" in the painting course, this seemed like a good subject, or a good way to try to get a likeness. In the end I did seven - this is my favourite -
Some of the portraits were in a somewhat damaged state - after all, they're about 2000 years old. This lady with the pearl earrings is also wearing a hairpiece. Looking at it after some time has passed, I can see where my proportions are wrong, but couldn't see it at the time -
All in all, my renditions are rather grotesque! Overworked? ("She meant well"...) -
 Jo's bold pots -
 Sue's bronze aegis of Isis, from Saqqara
 Carol's colourful pottery shards -
 ... and her complete pot, which she quickly made into shards -
 An array of pots by Mags -
 who brought along her extracurricular work - photos of the "train stitching" piece, now finished and hanging in wonderful swooping loops -
 and an altered book, from a collage course at City Lit -

Subtitle: Mainly for the non-racing man

12 February 2018

Walking in London N8

Another day, another walk round the neighbourhood, starting with crossing Finsbury Park and noticing how the branches on some trees are very, very long -
(and other branches are both long and bent at strange angles).

The watercourse running through the park is the New River - which is neither new nor a river -
Then down the residential streets of "the ladder". Ah the wonderful things that people leave in their gardens -
 And the old tiles remaining on some of the shops, or were these added when the building (on Green Lanes) became a restaurant -
 Not to forget the strange things people put in their windows -
I walked, for the first time (having lived in this part of town for three decades), up Harringay Passage, which connects Harringay South school (near the south end) -
and Harringay North school towards the north end.

The area was developed between 1880 and 1900 as two housing estates, Hornsey Station estate at the north and Haringey Park estate in the south.

Travel the entire length of the passage in a mere three minutes here.

11 February 2018

Art market in Stokie

We headed off to the DIY Art Market (in Stoke Newington/Dalston/Hackney), which was nicely crowded, and had various quirky things on offer -

 ... including a rather intimidating bit of minimalism -
 More lookers than sellers, that's a good sign -
Then the walk back to the car -

Baskets for balconies!

And a brick roof?

and a drive past the shops -