watched a beautiful film last night, Sunset song directed by Terence Davies. Beautiful imagery, a story that resonated with me and my scots roots, my father’s description of his family, his brute of a father, and his mother dying when he was young……… see trailer below
Took my back to when I was a child and to escape from the mayhem around when my father was finding life difficult to cope with, I would cuddle up with my family of little white mice, real wriggly, smooth and warm pink nosed ones ! oh how I loved them. I do not have any now but what I do have is my memories and a little family of felted ones !
So busy this week, meetings, site visits, trying to resolve difficult issues, wallpaper gone missing, chandelier chains to short, data box to plug in bespoke desk that cost a bomb and has all technical bells and whistles, its not there, first told its under the carpet and is to be revealed, then told forgotten, very irksome. All in a days work I guess, just deal with each issue as it arises and stay calm………
So today after a bit of “tending to my veg plant pots” I came in and had a go at making my all time favourites, old antique Coral and Turquoise, Polymer clay for both, coral mixed into a reddish orange colour then after forming into shape, baked, cooled and polished with wet and dry. Then coated with Cranberry and espresso alcohol inks, buffed with a dremel kindly loaned to me by Lesley and the a layer of RENAISANCE wax and buffed again.
Turquoise I mixed the blue, then chopped up in small pieces and mixed black acrylic ink and charcoal embossing powder, scrunched the pieces up together and formed shapes. Baked and polished as above. Strung on red leather ! Oh and bracelets, well that was a much longer procedure !
Zaha Hadid, my hero has died…………. her hunger for life, extinguished. I recently listened to her interview on Desert Island Discs and came away with a heaviness in my heart about her struggle being a woman in the male dominated architectural world was obvious, her hunger in pursuit of a creative life leaves behind an amazing legacy, she definitely thought outside of the box and used the natural world around her to inform the incredible buildings that now appear around the world. A true visionary.
Reading all the architectural greats expressing their sadness of Zaha’s death, one stood out from Richard Rogers, especially the word “fought”
“She was a great architect, a wonderful woman and wonderful person,” Lord Rogers said. “Among architects emerging in the last few decades, no one had any more impact than she did. She fought her way through as a woman. She was the first woman to win the Pritzker prize.
This quote brings up so many emotions about equality of the sexes, about how its not enough to be as good as the male counterpart but as a woman one has to be 100% greater to be considered equal…………. One has to “fight” just as mr rogers expressed. Did the fighting takes its toll on her? Yes, I believe it did it someway, She was a strong and powerful and visionary woman, its so obvious, was fighting to achieve this necessary? uncomfortable feeling keep arising, letting them in ……………