where did the sun go !

IMG_6434Wow, such a wonderful couple of days, to feel that warm sun on my skin……….  not long now and back to Greece  and hopefully a little more consistent sun !.  Its gloomy again and raining right now !

Poor old veg it doesn’t know what is happening, one good thing is the BEES, they keep on doing what they do best, pollinating the veg flowers !  Runner Bean that are climbing the high red brick wall are alive with the buzzing bees going about their business.  Bean are very abundant now, one of my fave veggies.  Tomatoes are abundant too but with the weather, not many ripen.  I grew a lot this year, 20 plants or more, but I am lucky if I get more than a handful a day, thought I would be having a real glut and could be bottling up their sunshine for the winter.  Courgettes much the same, no glut and I have so many recipes to cope with it this year too.

Breakfasted on my toms, sauteed in a little oil and smoked paprika with scrambled eggs.  Not my eggs , would love to have some hens, but not possible where I live sadly, perhaps one day when I am in Greece with my design and sculpture studio,garden and time just for myself !

My Sweetpeas I have picked a bunch fresh everyday since mid June, so delighted, so well worth the trouble growing from seed.

 

 

 

The creative mind

Not sure what is going on with my mind at the moment, its kind of all over the place, one minute creating a patchwork of colour, sewing, sewing, sewing, with blocks coming out of my ears……………  Then wanting to sketch with a mapping pen, all inky blots and scratchy lines

Then after the orange spurt on Monday, partly prompted by bitter orange library scheme I am creating for my next project in my day job, like luscious tangy marmalade all juicy and ripe.  Partly inspired by the wonderful parrot tulips I treated myself to.  But now its purple, the wonderful pinky purple colour that hot beetroot makes when doused in sour cream swirls……..  Deep magenta,  oozing damson liquor when baked in a pie.  I cooked myself beetroot and courgette with warm lemon yoghurt dressing tonight, the taste was just sublime.  As I  rubbed the warm skin from the cooked beetroot just couldn’t resist taking a photo of it,  Hey presto it turned into a humble beet to kind of Beet Mandala !

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Beet Mandalabeet mandala 2

 

 

Day three “orange”

Day one started on Monday, I spent a long time gathering images and writing the post, pushing the publish button lost it all.   A little frustrated, but had no time to sort it out.  Yesterday I found that the post wasnt even saved as a draft, so did it all again, only to have it happen to me again !!!

So this is now Day Three, not sure if orange is in my realm today, but sitting here next to a bowl of orange tulips I cant help but feel sunny and warm inside.  The sun is not shining today as it was the last two mornings, the sky is grey, but somehow this doesn’t matter, I can still feel that uplifted feeling that the memory evokes.

Orange is such an enticing colour, its pure creative energy and a colour I am drawn to in my artworks.   I have  even been using it in a more burnt marmalade shade in my next project  being installed in March/April.  sumptuous velvets, Toleware from Paris, silk sheaths on the chandelier chains……….. and much more.  It’s all very exciting

Here is a pictorial view of how orange has inspired me , first off my kitchen flowers

2013-02-17 15.46.03A bowl of Parrot Tulips in my kitchen

 

Rose hips in a rowtaken on visit to Krishnamurti Centre

Tree fertility 1 v2Tree Fertility, pencil sketch coloured digitally

Tree spirit family orange SFTree Spirit family – painting

fragility watercolour – I called this Fragility but now I can see it’s a beautiful forest

autumn leavesLeaves I collected on an autumn walk

 

come fly with me v5 SFA small scultpure I call Freedom

IMG_3123patchwork coat for my daughter’s puppylobster orange.playing at breakfast

shoes I made of papershoes I made of paper

 

The list could to on and on and on !

 

 

 

 

 

santa please …………….

I have amassed some sumptuous textiles in my kind of style.  Items that I would love to own .  Some of these items only grace  exotic cases in museums across the globe, or exquisite Fortuny locked away in private collections but I can dream.  To see the full collection follow this link http://pinterest.com/carolg1849/my-style/

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The trees are still talking to me

my creative journey continues, the forests of trees that hold such abundance.  Somethings calls me when I walk amongst the dancing leaves, the verdant lushness, their vitality and majestic power.

A dear friend posted this beautiful poem, I had forgotten just  how beautiful these words were, a poem I had ready many times a few years back, but had faded in the mists of time…………….

Sleeping in the Forest 

I thought the earth remembered me,
she took me back so tenderly,
arranging her dark skirts, her pockets
full of lichens and seeds.
I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed,
nothing between me and the white fire of the stars
but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths
among the branches of the perfect trees.
All night I heard the small kingdoms
breathing around me, the insects,
and the birds who do their work in the darkness.
All night I rose and fell, as if in water,
grappling with a luminous doom. By morning
I had vanished at least a dozen times
into something better.

Paths through the forest

 

working with colour, different mediums, different methods, felt very fragile when completing this.  Been a difficult week, last night just wanted to get out some paint and let it happen.  Feels in some way like a journey  the  forest, flickering shades of autumn, the sun dancing on fiery leaves.

Seems I was inspired by my early morning nature walks………now these are the real thing !   Autumn leaves are so beautiful now, deep cherry reds, corals and oranges to deep purples and pinks and yellows

veggie

trying to maintain a vegetarian diet without getting bored and having to eat bowls of beans has been a bit of a challenge of late.  Being a carnivore most of my life. one day I just awoke with the need to stop, something was telling me that my energy was too dense, that I needed to feel lighter, and so I just stopped munching the flesh.  I wasnt’t that I was a huge meat eater, but I think it was more out of habit and the need to eat protien.  Why this need suddenly dissipated is a mystery, but I do feel better for it for sure.  The only thing being, is that pulses and grains leave me feeling  little bloated, so have to be a little more creative in the food making stakes……………..  tonight efforts centred around kirsty’s homegrown veg, fresh from her garden, some rice, nut kind of loaf mix formed into burger shapes with red peppers, spring onions and flat leaf parsley.  they were tasty but a bit mushy, but the rosemary roasted potatoes went down a treat.

Eggs and cheese I am reducing too, I was beginning to OD on these, every breakfast in fact, omlettes, scrambled, poached and fried !   not anymore, porridge oats cooked with water until thick and  creamy, scoop into bowl with a spoonful of cream on top !!  Thanks Andreas Moritz for letting me know a little cream and butter are ok !!  I purchased and carried out a liver flush from his now famous book.

Wow, where did all the time go?

I cannot believe I have not posted in such a long time……..  It wasn’t conscious decision however not to post, but it has been a time of  being with me, processing life.  With my move to my new office, life has taken on a different pace, my old routine has gone out of the window and a new “place” is taking residence within. Been busy finding “homes” for everything, keeping it streamlined and creating a light inspiring space within to provide an environment that doesn’t feel like the normal” going to work” .    I think its working…………….  My day starts sitting here

 

 

Having a coffee, checking to see if there is anything that I need to know before I start to answer emails and get down to business here

 

Afternoon tea, is sitting here,

 

or perhaps sharing on our large central table here

Ballet Russe

Thanks Mr Bowery, it was because of you I came across this image, I thought it was a costume of yours, but then I read it was in fact a costume for the Ballet Russe designed back in 1935 !

Leon Bakst drawings I have always admired, and recently when I watched the Chanel / Stravinsky story my interest in the Ballet Russe became more prominent in my life again. I find the colours so inspiring.   Diaghilev was a very clever man, he put together composers and artists the most avant-garde of their time, Braque, Stravinsky, Chanel, Picasso, Matisse and Nijinsky the famous dancer and produced the most inspiring and challenging ballets.  He was not at all afraid to break with convention and his passion paid off, however at his death it limped along but was never the same again.

The boldness, the colours, the loose shapes, ballet costumes had never been seen like this before.  I just love them, the colours sing out, I so would love to have been around to see their opening nights, especially THE RITES OF SPRING, apparently this caused a riot and they had to close down the theatre!!  It’s hard to believe that now, but here is a collection of some the hundreds of costumes that were designed and made especially for each ballet.

Could they be transformed into paper sculptures, could the colour combinations be transformed into my design work and paintings, somehow they will have an influence, my creative mind is like a sponge, its absorbs everything around me so that one day it will be expressed in some form again as I continue along this creative path

sunset and sea

I enjoyed a most creative day with a dear friend of mine in her studio.   She is a felt maker, and we sat together , chatted about our creative endeavours, and  what was inspiring us, we pulled out lovely coloured wools, my selection inspired by the beautiful sunsets down at the sea that I had been photographing over the month I had off from work.   I had gathered a stone that was really special to me and the sunsets themselves so significant.  So away we went, laying out the strands of wool in the sunset hues, soaping and rubbing.  I knew I wanted some kind of tendrils, not sure why, but now I can see.  My finished pouch that holds my treasured stone has taken on the life of a sea creature, perhaps an anemone e or a squid like being.  I am so pleased with the piece, it feels so special and has become a very treasured object.

another day at the beach

Feel so drawn to the sea at the moment, and yesterday it was so calm down at Normans Bay.   Seeing the waves lap gently on to the pebbles, almost like the water is swaying,  rocking, so comforting…………….  Just the the four of us, Kirsty, Yao and myself and dear sweet Pasha.   She had a sore foot from the icy weather so Kirsty ended up carrying her back to car.    We watched the skies as the sun slowly began to set, the apricot ribbon like wisps of cloud reflected in the pond like surface of the water.  Another day drawing to a close as we raced home to jacket potatoes, lashings of butter, a tasty ham, cold roast beef and a big bowl of salad…. yummy especially as it was washed down with  with  a glass of mulled wine.  Another day closing, and getting close to another year closing, so much has happened to sharpen my focus, and feel the urge to start writing it all down…………