Stage

Well this is sort of an update to my previous post, on the 4th plinth in Trafalgar Square.

Which seems sort of cheating, except that it did come out of a consideration of "stage", todays Thursday Theme, as I was thinking about how almost anything can be a stage, if its the space where a performance takes place.

An orange box can be a stage, if someone performs on it - as I saw some living statues doing yesterday in Covent Garden, but sorry, wasn't quick enough with my camera, we were in a hurry. Here's someone else's picture of one. I always think this must be such a tough way to make a living.

So the 4th plinth in Trafalgar Square has also become a stage for the 100 days of July, August and September as members of the public take their hourly turns to occupy and use the space in whatever way they choose.

So - you can read more about this in the previous post, with a photo of a Womble who put in quite a lively performance.

The occupant yesterday when I walked through Trafalgar Square appeared to be drawing what was going on around her.

What she was doing was quite unspectacular but her location made it a performance, and her being there turned the plinth into a stage.

You can also see from this photo what sort of "summer" we are having.

Plinth

picture from here

Plinth is such a good word.

Trafalgar Square in London has 4 plinthes, one at each corner. Or is that plinths? And can I be bothered to check?

3 of the plinths (I didn't check, its just my instinct) are occupied by 2 generals and a monarch, but the 4th has always been empty and has been the subject of much discussion over the past 10 years or more.

Since about the turn of the century the plinth has been used as a temporary exhibition space.

I really liked Mark Wallinger's statue of Christ "Ecce homo", though I don't know if it would have such impact in a different context. Well, different context different impact maybe. But in Trafalgar Square I thought it was impressive. It was such a small statue (life-sized) in relation to the hugeness of the Square with Nelson's unfeasible column towering above, and the immense lions and military figures. And it was so quiet and still amidst the hustle and busyness of London. Its silent and understated presence effortlessly threw into question the oversized celebration of British power and militarism.

It was impressive almost through being un-impressive.

I also really liked Marc Quinn's statue of Alison Lapper - beautiful, maternal and also disabled like - but also very unlike - Nelson. Another statue which worked so well in this particular context.

So....the current project on the 4th plinth was dreamed up by the wonderful Anthony Gormley, possibly most well known for his Angel of the North.

For 100 days members of the British public (or anyone living in the UK) can apply for the opportunity to spend an hour on the plinth. Doing whatever they like. Anything within the limits of what is lawful. A living portrait of the UK.

You can watch what is going on - Look here. As I write this, there is a woman sat there who appears to be setting up a teddy bear's picnic. She's reading a book to them.

There have been people singing or playing music. People sitting reading a book, or blowing bubbles. One man sat and made and dispatched dozens of paper airplanes. Another took a canvas and spent the hour painting his view.

And so it was that last night, on my way to meet a friend for an evening at the theatre, I saw a womble being delivered up onto the plinth for his hour of glory.

Click here for more info. on the Wombles of Wimbledon common.

And keep watching this blog...... my name has gone into the draw to get a place on the plinth in September or October. Its about a one in ten chance.

I used to be shy and retiring. I sometimes hardly know myself these days.

ghosts

This face-in-a-wall is just down the road from where I live and it reminds me of two ghostly things.

Firstly, it reminds me of a short story by Charlotte Perkins Gilman - The Yellow Wallpaper published in 1891.

The narrator has been confined to a yellow room which she hates, in an isolated country house where she has been taken as a "rest cure" for her "mental fragility". Denied contact with family, friends, even her baby - and denied the chance to work at her writing - she begins to see movement under the wallpaper, a figure writhing around the room.
"There are things in that paper that nobody knows but me, or ever will.
Behind that outside pattern the dim shapes get clearer every day.
It is always the same shape, only very numerous.
And it is like a woman stooping down and creeping about behind that pattern. I don't like it a bit."

A woman, trapped under the yellow, creeping like the women who creep around in the garden outside. Were they ghosts? or were they figments and symptoms of her growing madness?

Its a great story which you can read here, based on the writer's own experience of being prescribed a "rest cure" for her post-natal depression. It was a critique of the way Victorian women were treated as hysterical and unstable because of their biology. She sent a copy to the leading doctor who had pioneered this treatment and though he never replied to her, he did actually change his practice after reading the story.

Which also reminds me of Gaslight, what a great film, with similar themes of haunting and female madness.

Secondly, thinking of ghosts and creepy women reminds me of a night when as a child I was sleeping in my sister's room and woke to see the figure of a woman, standing motionless in the doorway. Her hair up, in a bun maybe, her arms crossed in front of her. Not my mother. Not anyone I knew. No one who belonged in our house. She didn't respond to my whisper. She simply stood.

My sister, sleeping the sleep of the unhaunted, would not stir.

The woman standing there would not stir or speak.

My terrified whispered calls to my mother must have become quite loud in the end. I recall the agony of needing to cry for help but not wanting to attract the attention of this silent, still but threatening figure.

After an interminable period of fear, my mother appeared and, pushing open the door, revealed the ghostly figure to be a dressing gown hung on the doo

I can still feel and remember my frozen panic.

a Thursday Theme post

I'm really wanting to be a more regular blogger and have so little time and head-space at the moment..... its frustrating.

So here is Logan, I hope he will provide some entertainment while I try to make time and clear head-space.

Pre-cat flap. Nowadays he can come in and out at will. But doesn't he look svelte in this picture?


but not so svelte in this one...

hmmmm, is there something interesting in here?

now there is!

funky...

... dillo

At least in my view, this is a funky dillo.

We have a lot of armadillos in our house. None of them real, you understand.... it just became a bit of a "thing" for a while.

In my early blogging days, I used to post a dillo a day, just for a while. Though I'm not sure I ever got through them all.

We have little armadillos and larger ones. Cuddly, hand-made, ceramic, flowery, tiny and cute and slightly weird...

I think I posted once about the origins of the armadillo theme... hang on, if I can find it, I'll link to it here.

But this one - this is the funkiest of them all.

changing seasons

The question is, is this a Christmas cactus or an Easter cactus?

I can't remember when I bought it or the "season" when it is "supposed" to flower. A friend told me a few years ago that cactuses flower much more prolifically if they are put outside in the summer, and so I duly put mine - some Christmas, some Easter - outside in the garden. What I neglected to do was to bring them inside again last autumn.

This one survived our unusually cold winter - a little battered and forlorn. But look at it now! It has become a Summer cactus.

Is it flowering from the sheer exuberance of being still alive, despite its winter trauma? is it trying to remind me of its existence to avoid future neglect? Or maybe it was too worn out to flower at Easter and this is a deferred unseasonal glory.

I have also been feeling the sheer exuberance of being alive after prolonged stress of various life-changing kinds. It feels like a change of season which I've felt hints and warm breaths of for some time amidst the storms, but which is finally flowering and settling.

My work trauma seems to be sorted out. I'll not, after all, be leaving the University but I'll be moving into a new area of work supporting students through transition into higher education and helping students with a history of failure. This is an unexpected change in direction and I'm hugely relieved to be leaving my School within the university and taking on something different. I'd never have expected such change at this stage in my life, but I'm really welcoming it - especially at this stage in my life. Change is good.

Its not a guaranteed long-term future, but its promising. And its quite enough for now. I am now looking forward to the start of term in September, rather than dreading it.

M is leaving the University for good and following up a recent new work opportunity and theres some uncertainty and financial anxiety - he'd not ever have chosen such radical change, but he's also welcoming it.

ch-ch-changes...

And made4aid is still new and exciting and I have no doubt that a big part of why I acted on my 'good idea' [rather than just mentally shelving it] was because of the antidote it offered to stress at work. Far better to think about made4aid at 4am in the morning than to be worrying at the intractable sticking-in-the-throat mangey old bone of work-misery.

There is a time for everything,

and a season for every activity under heaven:

a time to be born and a time to die,

a time to plant and a time to uproot,

a time to kill and a time to heal,

a time to tear down and a time to build,

a time to weep and a time to laugh,

a time to mourn and a time to dance,

a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,

a time to embrace and a time to refrain,

a time to search and a time to give up,

a time to keep and a time to throw away,

a time to tear and a time to mend,

a time to be silent and a time to speak,

a time to love and a time to hate,

a time for war and a time for peace. Ecclesiastes 3

We had an extreme and extremely unseasonal storm yesterday afternoon.

It broke rudely into our blazing June, hurling gobbets of ice which ricocheted around like frozen popcorn.

And afterwards the air smelled and felt clear and wonderful.

fathers

I will be seeing my father - and brother and sister and most of their families - later today.

And what a change from Fathers Day 2 years ago - just a few weeks after my mother died.

Then my father was like a lost thing. Broken down by grief and loss and a year's caring, watching and waiting.

Two years on I know he misses her every day, like a lost limb which surely no-one forgets or ceases to regret.

But he lives every day fully and enjoys the living.

He goes to classes - art and history. He visits friends, makes plans, goes dancing. He is involved in his local church. He cooks "proper" meals for himself and sometimes for friends. He has a new friend - widowed a few years before my mother died - and they spend weekends together, go to the theatre, exhibitions, walking - and dancing. I never thought my father would dance again and the thought fills me with joy as well as tears.

Last time I saw him, staying over in his new flat, helping to select and hang some pictures, we went for a wonderful walk through bright sunshine and cool dappley shaded hedgerows in the local sussex countryside.


He was testing and timing the walk as a possible outing for the bereavement support group he has started in his local town.

I love him so much and I am very proud of him.

the best of Fathers Days.

ROOF

A roof or two:

in wonderful upstate New York

in the beautiful south of France

And finally, here at home in good old London...

Hoping to visit some of your blogs over the weekend; busy busy at work with exam boards; busy busy at home with made4aid (please please see my previous post if you haven't already - still shamelessly promoting); enjoying lovely sunshine; wishing my holiday was sooner than August!

1. NY roofs - The Red Apple Rest, Tuxedo NY; Abandoned propane plant, Liberty NY

2. Roofs in France: Carennac, and Rocamadour

3. London - roofs in the central West end, as seen from a 25th floor bar just north of Oxford Circus.

SHAMELESS PROMOTION (but it is for charity....)

made4aid

is launching now!

made4aid is a new charity project I've been working on with some friends, and we're launching now. Yes, right now!

This is evidence of the power and reality of blogging because the inspiration for this project was a blog-friend (who I hope to meet in person one day), Joyce, who I met on Blunderview, when my mother was dying and her brother was dying, both from cancer.

I think we both found some strength and comfort and solidarity in each other's blogs - certainly I did over at Joyce's, plus wisdom and warmth and lots of humour. Another friend met through blogging has done various web things too complicated for me, and has set up the made4aid blog and will be helping to run it.

The inspiration for made4aid comes from Joyce's project which you will find over here, which raises money for the World Food Programme's work in Darfur by selling Joyce's fabulous hand-made vintage-fabric bags.

made4aid will be starting its own on-line auctions to raise money for charity

- on MONDAY June 15th

via the made4aid blog.

We have some great hand-made art and craft items which were made, found and given or mailed to us by a range of people.

We will be selling via the made4aid blog - please look over there from Monday 15th - I hope you'll see something you might like to bid on. We are planning to post an item every other day. Or thereabouts. We will be selling till we run out of items - but then, we are hoping to receive donations of more items to sell to keep the project going, and hopefully growing.

We will be sending money raised to the World Food programme in Darfur, in the first instance - if the project finds its feet and has legs, as they say, we would support other causes in the future.

There are all sorts of ways you could contribute if you are willing and able to help, whether or not you are arty or crafty yourself - telling other people, giving, buying, giving us a mention and link on your blog ....

Anything hand-made and postable and good quality/condition can be donated, whether or not you made it yourself (a few exceptions... here are more ideas of what could be given and what we would rather not be sent).

Plus we will accept and sell materials for artist and crafters to use. And vintage hand-made items... The website has details of how and where to mail donations - and hopefully any other information which might be needed.

This is an entirely non-profit-making voluntary organisation, all money will go to charity and aid. And yes! we will also accept cash donations. Cash donations would go to charity, but also en route would help us raise the funds we need to open a made4aid Charity Aid Foundation account and then, in the future, hopefully to register as a charity.

SO

if you lovely bloggers are willing to help promote made4aid, we will be very grateful.

Please pass the word along to any one you know, any individuals and groups who might like to donate and/or buy things.

If you are willing to plug us on your blog or website, that would be fab. The made4aid website has a flier which can be downloaded, and the made4aid blog will soon have html for a button which you could cut and paste onto your blog or website.

If you have feedback on the project, on the website or blog - especially anything which is unclear - please email us. There is contact information on the website.

And.... I'd best not go on about this any longer.

Its very exciting!

It seems to us like a good idea but, fingers crossed - we will have to wait and see.

Note on pictures: the photos here illustrate the kinds of things we hope to be selling, not particular items for sale - though we do have some items made by artists whose work is shown here. There are details of the sources of these images on the website.

swing

I've worked in Greenwich for nearly 10 years now and have wandered a fair bit around its back-streets. But I only discovered this park last June. (and I can't for the life of me remember if I've posted about this before.... sorry if I have).

It was once a cemetary - part of it still is - and the ancient gravestones have been "archived" around the edges of the park, making the green space usable for the local community.


Even some of the pavement is lined with headstones.


I found this unexpected juxtaposition of life and death quite startling, particularly in the play park. Strange but rather lovely - the presence of death in the midst of life, in a strikingly matter-of-fact manner.

I took these photos only just about a year after my mother had died, and of course I thought of her.

She was a primary school teacher, and I thought she'd have liked to be buried here, just at the edges of the playground, behind the swings - watching and keeping watch.

Theme Thursday - Clock

Being as this is England, there are plenty of times when this particular timepiece doesn't function.  Its not much good in cloudy or wet weather. 

But at the moment we are enjoying wonderful summer, plenty of sunshine - and the contemporary pavement sundial is working and even seems to tell roughly the right time.

at Blackheath Standard, nr. Greenwich

a Theme Thursday post

suitcase

I was a bit stumped for todays Thursday Theme - suitcase - and thought I might not post.
But then I glanced up and saw these



on the top of a wardrobe in my bedroom.

The smallest topmost suitcase contains a selection of vintage lacey loveliness passed down over a few generations through my family.



The largest bottom-most (bottom-est? hmmm what is the opposite to topmost?) suitcase contains personal memorabilia


including my wedding dress and veil, the bridesmaid's dress I wore at my sister's wedding, a family christening gown, a collection of letters and cards going back nearly 30 years including love letters, poetry - some written by me and some written for me long ago, cards sent when our daughter was born .... ahhh, I nearly lost myself in a voyage of re-discovery when I opened this to take a photo.

The middle-most suitcase contains a couple of very prosaic spare pillows.

I love having these old cases for storage but blimey, they don't half weigh a ton even when empty.

I wouldn't mind doing a Victorian grand tour of some kind but rather than one of these suitcases I'd sooner take my loud red lightweight expandable suitcase which has lots of handy pockets



and especially wheels.

miscellaneous

First:

today's Theme for Thursday is "vacation", so here are a few pics. of a favourite and frequent vacation destination - Jersey, Channel Islands.

We'll be heading there again this August and I really cannot WAIT to be there, switch off and kick back, walk on the beach, go to car boot sales, listen to the sea....


Second:

I seem to be regularly apologising here for my unreliable and erratic blogging this year. So this is NOT an apology, because I do know that I don't really need to apologise.

A Big Change is coming (soon!) in my life in relation to work, ie. employment and income - my head and heart are shifting gears and I am in the process of taking control and preparing to step out of a situation of unacceptable stress, mismanagement, pressure and deteriorating work conditions.  Life is too short and the cost is too high to stay where I am.

Change is good and I'm (more often than not) looking forward to it.

Deep breath.



Third:

as well as sorting out and working through the variables of the Big Change, I have also been busy, between times, with a charity project.

This is a preview - I will be posting a full-colour double page spread about this at some point. Soon. And I will be asking if you can help us to advertise on your blogs and elsewhere.

But if you want to take a look now, you'll find information about this new venture here.

We are welcoming any feedback, suggestions etcetc....

wHoops!

and here are some other pavement "whoops!" photos - it would have been fun to watch some of these happening!










all photos taken in South London, except the last which was taken in Nyack, NY.

Theme Thursday