Tuesday, 3 December 2013

On the sixth day of Christmas...


I was asked to join in with the Droitwich Arts Network Advent Calendar and it seemed like a great idea. 24 pieces of art are to be displayed throughout Droitwich in various places, like shop windows or the church. 

A number sheet will be attached to the front, and the work itself will be hidden. On the day of December corresponding to the number, the work of art will be revealed and displayed until after Christmas. 

I was pleased because the place I had been allocated was a shop called Jewels, which happens to be run by a very dear friend of mine; Laurie Terry. 

This made it feel even more special, to be producing something for her window display, because her shop is full of stunning gifts and items of jewellery. Every time I go in to buy a gift for someone I end up buying things for myself...there are just too many cool and kooky things inside!

Jewels can be found at 33 High Street Droitwich, WR9 8EJ: you can see my advent calendar box in the window right now, but it won't be open until the 6th...and if you don't live anywhere near Droitwich, well don't worry because there are some pictures below!


















   












The Droitwich Arts Network exists to advocate and champion the arts and crafts in Droitwich Spa and to act as a collective voice for the arts.

Sunday, 17 November 2013

Rainer Maria Rilke



Two poems in blue...

Halfway Between Sadness and Distress & Iglu

Zoe Murdoch Dead Magpie Blues, 2013

















From Abridged Online 'This issue encourages the consideration of the vital connotations of the concept of ‘blue’ to the human condition and the individual’s contemplation of place, purpose, self and essence. The strong association of the colour blue with the natural (the sea and sky), the broken (melancholy) and the forbidden (pornography) have led to said colour concurrently evoking ideas of apparent wholesomeness, failure and seedy delinquency. Blue runs underneath us and domes above us; it is what bore us and what we aspire through imagination to return to: another dimension, another means of perceiving, breathing, moving, experiencing… It is the colour of the most subtle moods of pain, not burning with the disarming immediacy of horror or despair but throbbing in mellow multiplicity and tonal diversity, slowly moving through the depths of reflection. Blue dances with dappled light, altering perception and renewing reflection. In creative discourses we take it from outside us and hold it as our own, making our subtle moods of humanity material by weaving them through its soft, swelling diversity. Blue was our home, to blue we long to return. We wish to wallow in its mellow discontent hoping for a return to the good old days. Days that never did or could have existed: days that define us.'

Monday, 11 November 2013

Peace between all nations...


Anthem for Doomed Youth



By Wilfred Owen


What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
      Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
      Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells,
      Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,—
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
      And bugles calling for them from sad shires.

What candles may be held to speed them all?
      Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of good-byes.
      The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.