Or should I be saying a new year of memories. Yes, memories, lots of them, at my age there are many of new years past. Spectacular feasts, balloons tumbling from the ceiling, cruising down the Nile, many many parties, both at home, abroad and at friends. A lot of “expectations” never met, missed bell chimes, to much drink to remember seeing the New Year in, crawling home in the freezing snow across the common, apologising to babysitters for being late home, and in the early years having to get up for work the next day. New Years Day has not always been a bank holiday would you believe.
This year I shall be sitting by the fire, enjoying my own company and sipping damson vodka
I have always found this time of year inspiring, starting a new clean page tomorrow, its really exciting and tonight will be thinking of what it is I would like, not only for myself but something that I can do that will enrich the lives of others…………. I became totally overwhelmed with a feeling of helplessness in 2015, but this year I understand I cannot change the entire world, but I can stretch out to mend the part of the world that is within my reach………Of this I shall ponder
One of my resolutions and there are a few at the moment is to keep an Art Diary, I already write on a near daily basis, but this year I thought I would sketch too. Just lately mind is in overdrive, it will not let me rest properly, these past days have seen my create so many things……………
Here is small collection of things that I have made and items that have inspired me whilst on my christmas break
Bracing, crashing, brooding waves, a huge undulating swell and boiling, bubbling breaking high up on the beach.
Came out for a breath of fresh air, stretch my legs and walk off all the goodies I have been tucking away these last christmas days
Bexhill, De La Warr Pavillon is exhibiting Cy Twombly’s four seasons, on loan from Tate, I did see them way back 10 or more years and the impact on me was just the same……………. do they resonate with me, No. Do they take my breath away, No. Do I like them, Yes. They are large and impactful, you can definitely see the elements. Was I bowled over, No.
There was another exhibition here too, IN THE REALMS OF OTHERS, work produced by fourteen “makers “with profound intellectual impairment . For me I found this really challenging, even the description of the people. S really uncomfortable place watching a short film of a kind of day in the life of making the art. In fact ART PROJECTS do not call the works produced “art “OR do they call the people involved “artists”. All felt very voyeuristic like I was watching something very close and personal without their permission. Yes the people involved appeared to enjoy the mark making, so yes this was very positive and clear to see. Also the pieces were strong and colourful and graphic in feel. But try as I might the uncomfortableness would not shift and when I reached the end, there was a wall of questions, statements by the public to gather up subjects for further discussion, many felt what I had felt, and that made me feel I was not alone in these thoughts.
I realised today that the pavilion in its original design had a circular swimming pool and a long jetty out to sea where you would walk to the end and climb to the top of high platforms where you could dive elegantly into the english channel. Another thing I learnt that Herbrand Edward Dundonald Brassey Sackville, 9th Earl De La Warr , was the first hereditary peer to join the labour Party and the youngest government minister at age 23. If it wasn’t for his his socialist views we wouldn’t have this beautiful pavilion built for the people of Bexhill where he was Mayor
Who could want for more? no more office for 2 whole weeks, no more deadlines, no more pressure. Strolled through the common for a lazy breakfast on the Pantiles, then back though. The amazing surroundings never cease to bring me joy, the trees standing sentinel seemed eversmore present glowing in the sunshine.
We are so blessed to have blue skies and sunshine today who would think its Christmas Eve tomorrow ! Off now up to London, dinner at Morro and tickets to see Mathew Bourne’s Sleeping Beauty at Sadlers Wells. My daughter’s lovely partner Yao treated us.
Happy Christmas to all my friends, and may 2016 bring both peace and harmony to our tumultuous world
think I say this every year, I resist like mad when I see all tinsel and glitter in the shops and totally put it out of mind……. then I start the usual making process of gifts for my nearest and dearest and THEN, I have that awful feeling of the Christmas tidal wave rushing towards me and about to engulf me and feel like want to run like hell.
What is it about christmas that does this to me ! Actually I know very clearly why ! OVER CONSUMPTION – CORPORATE HIJACKING – HUGE WASTE and the FAKENESS of it all. And of course my children are not children anymore, no mince pie for Rudolph and Father christmas , no more letters to santa ! and no more getting up in the early hours of the morning to open the presents !
Oh and no more getting up early to put the giant turkey in the oven to feed everyone. Most of “EVERYONE” have passed over to the spirit world, parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles , nobody left now really. Being a grandmother, this status has not been bestowed on me , and knowing my children they are not about to in the foreseeable future, so its me, my kids, and if I am lucky I may see my brother.
What is really lovely though and warms my heart is making gifts and not being pressurised to buy, to sit around the fire after eating fine fare and laughing and relaying stories, this year with the added addition of homemade sloe gin and damson vodka ! Another ritual is travelling to the sea for a bracing walk along the beach, picking up lovely finds and dreaming about the months to come, looking forward to natures stirrings, watching new growth as it pushes up through the soil and my next visit to Greece.
Its a beautiful and happy life, of that I am so grateful