Mmmm bed

Its been a long while since I posted, been away and been very preoccupied with a new project at work

However, right now Bed beckons, not for sleep but for reading, writing, making notes, sketches.  This is the hub of lot of activity on the creative front, its the place where I think, where my ideas come to me and and get recorded for use in futher projects.

Its also a place of great comfort, a nurturing space to get into at the end of the day…………..  tomorrow is a new week, how exciting.

Inspiration came to me this morning in many forms

wow I came across a link to an exhibition called FASHIONING FELT at the Cooper-Hewitt National Design Museum in New York.  The beautiful textural image on the flyer I found out was created by Claudy Jongstra and was actually a huge wall mounted piece  for a public library in Amsterdam.  How amazing is that !!  so inspiring, her work really moves me and from my one small piece of felt I feel really moved to scale up, be experimental and felt, felt, felt.     i can feel this is going to keep me occupied and find ways to be creative and install large pieces into my interior projects………….

Something about Claudy’s whole ethos of felt making and dying, she even has her own flock of rare breed sheep and an herb and plant garden for experimental work with dying, using Weld for beautiful shades of yellow and Madder for rich earthy reds.  Such an inspiration to me this sunny morning……

symbiotic relationships – Nureyev and Fontaine

yesterday I posted an image of one of the most powerfully beautiful images of the male form.  It belonged to Nureyev.  What took me along that path was researhing old leather panelling.  One of Nureyev’s numerous homes had a room lined out in it, very sumptous interior, exotic, lavish, just like him.  i read his autobiography a couple of years ago, what a man………..

I also came across a docudrama advertised and watched it on iplayer, the relationship between himself and Margot Fonteyn.  Their presence was electric, their passionate romance was clear to see in their dance, their symbiotic moves, like their relationship was as enriching for them as it was to everyone who watched them.   His raw passion, his exotic background, his youth, his strength and determination fired her with a renewed vigour for her dance at a time when she was just about to retire.  Nureyev said about her “At the end of Lac des Cygnes when she left the stage in her great white tutu I would have followed her to the end of the world” and he did.   Margot, twenty years older and already married, their physical relationship eventually struggled and came to an end when margot made the decision to retire and nurse her then invalid husband at their Panama farm. They danced again one more time after this in 1989, when she was 69 and Nureyev 54.  There emotional symbiosis lasted until  she died of cancer at the the age of 72 in 1991.

Nureyev continued to be a  legend in his own lifetime, his tempestous, lavish lifestyle, his amazing vitality and fame continued.  However in the 80’s this began to wain, displeasing audiences with his less than perfect performances.  Aids had probably began to take its toll, he denied it though and wouldn’t admit to having it right up to his death at the age of 56 in 1993 , 2 years after Margot’s death.  Knowing how they lived for each other, no decisions were made without each others approval, he talked to her weekly, paid her medical bills, visited her in Panama,  did he give up his fight for life after her death, could he no longer survive without her?   I wonder?

If you go down to the woods today ……. dream

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“The greatest achievement was at first, and for a time a dream.  The oak sleeps in the acorn, the bird waits in the egg, and in the highest vision of the soul a waking angel stirs. Dreams are the seedlings of realities”

James Allen (statesman)

so when you go for a walk in this deep dark woods of the soul, listen………… underfoot things are stirring.

I took creative inspiration from the quote and created this image.  Its layered from photographs I have taken in nature, ferns unfurling, grasses swaying, teasels drying in the hot sun and sketches that I drew from my own souls journey .

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