Sunday, 27 October 2013

Pre -Raphaelites agogo!

I have been getting together an event for the library,really exciting subject too.
A wonderful lady called Kit Williams got chatting to me in the library several months ago. She asked me to help her find some info on Frida Kahlo and I was able to help her.
I asked her if she ever gave lectures and she said yes she relished giving them so we have had a very well attended Frida Kahlo Event and now we are are about to do the Pre-RaphaeliteBrotherhood.

I have always loved their art and enjoyed reading around their circles. They were a really radical group  and changed art for ever with there subject  matter and luminous colours. Revolutionary in their day to some they now seem a bit old hat but I will always love them.

I was lucky enough to see this painting by Holman Hunt  in London and the colors and movement really blew me away!

At the library we are going to have our own "Stunner" reading from Tennyson,Rossetti and Keats.
Anyone around Truro interested in coming on the 7th of November?
No more time to muse today!
 

Wednesday, 18 September 2013

Another Balmy Autumn

 
 
Every Autumn I am amazed at the beauty of the falling year and the sense of calming down and peace that pervades the atmosphere.
 

 
The colours change to red and gold, the glory of red berries returns and I realize that I do not have to rush,there is a choice.

 
The mists return and shroud the countryside in a gentle mysticism making me want to read of mythic lands and enchantment.

 
The woods give up their tasty treasures!The joy of an Autumn omlette and a glass of robust red wine.
The first lighting of the woodstove with the scent of dried herbs and a candle in the dusk.

The land bathes in  a burnished gold and during the day the heat of the sun is still with us.

Still later flowers bloom and the fruit trees give us their bounty, the moon is big in the sky.

 Haiku byKyoshi
 
he says a word
and I say a word-Autumn
is deepening
 
Haiku byArima Akito
 
late Autumn-
a single chair waiting
for someone yet to come
 
Enjoy the season one and all!
 


Monday, 26 August 2013

Summer has not felt like a blogging time!

Well quite a lot of things have happened this summer,we have celebrated Mum's 90th year,my daughters 40th birthday and my grandson has introduced me to "Despicable me" films!
At my daughters birthday party I met some of her teaching friends, an amazing lot of dedicated people who try to educate children here in Cornwall. 
 I think I am a bit of an embarrassment to my daughter as I cling to my "Hippie origins".I was observed flitting about with a continuously refilled glass of Cava!
All parents of course are slightly disconcerting for their offspring especially when they can't slot them into the accepted roll. However I feel now at that I am comfortable in my own skin!
The lady above epitomises many women of my generation,isn't she great?
I was really only a weekend hippie and therefor not quite pukka!

The summer days had the scent of grass in both senses of the word!

I would love to have been a leggy blond like Patti but I had to be satisfied with being a very tiny one!
 I loved William Morris  and still do!

 
For he on honeydew has fed,
and drunk the milk of paradise!

I learnt to meditate and tried to find that inner peace that so eluded me!

Thought maybe Che was the answer to injustice and poverty.

 Loved round glasses

Feeling free!

Put flowers in my hair and talked about ,love ,peace and how our parents had messed up the world!
Loved thin ,intellectual men carrying poetry books,always a danger sign I now realise !!

I still live in hope!
Anyway I know a lot of people say that the times were indulgent,dangerous and  irresponsible but I still hope I retain a lot of the liberal mindedness and hope that so many of us felt. Nothing is perfect,drug use backfired and a hippy who was hit over the head by the law sometimes became a Yippie. I hope to have learnt as I have travelled through life and I think that I would rather not look like this now!

They are gorgeous though!?
 
Every summer should be a summer of love and every day a day of hope and discovery!


Wednesday, 26 June 2013

Bright Star: Honestly why have they done this!

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Sunday, 23 June 2013

A Visit To Kelmscott

At last I have been to Kelmscott Manor!
I admire the work and philosophy of William Morris and have had Kelmscott on my list of pilgrimages for a many years.
Steve and I went on a weeks trip taking in a  stay with good friends at Totnes,then on to Kelmscott and finishing with a night and day in Glastonbury and guess what, the sun shone for the whole week!!
The house and garden where William Morris ,his wife Janey and their two daughters Jenny and May lived for much of the year is within a walk of the higher reaches of the Thames. The village of Kelmscott is delightful,untouched and has such a peaceful feel to it.
 
Here I am in the grounds in a rustic little summer house clutching the Morris fabric bag that my daughter Caroline made , people kept asking where I got it!
We walked round the house , me as usual when I visit the homes of those I consider great in a sort of ecstatic awe, sometimes I have been known to fall over because I just gaze around and do not look where I am going.
 
This is the front door,I could see the Morris's going and coming and maybe the wicked Rossetti nipping behind a bush trying to waylay Janey Morris for a cuddle. He did not like Kelmscott even though he shared the tenancy for a period , he said it was muddy! Janey was the attraction and William turned a blind eye, poor chap.
 
I did try not to imagine any of them using this three seater privy which had a charming herb garden just in front of it!
The garden is lovely and is intimate and natural,full of old fashioned flowers,herbs . It  was easy to see why William loved it so much. He described it as "A little place in the country for the wife and kiddies"
Inside the house there is a feeling of what a homely place it must have been during the families time there and afterword when May lived there.It is hard to imagine however how cold it probably was even though there were large fireplaces in most rooms. Drapes, blankets and warm underwear would have been essential!
On the door in one of the rooms hung William's great coat and cape,it looked as though he might return for it! I wanted to give it a little stroke but sensibly the very helpful staff maintain a no touching policy throughout the house.
This is the back of the Manor.
 
You can see the fourposter bed with hangings woven and embroidered by the women of the house. William slept in this bed,Janey had an adjoining bedroom.
This was a very striking border,I love walled gardens!
Perhaps it gives a sense of safety and seclusion from the other doings of the world.
 
 
The gorgeous portrait of Janey in a blue silk dress by Rossetti is hanging in the house, it is stunning and she was of course a "Stunner"
The house has many Morris Fabrics and wall papers which are timeless in their appeal.
 
The willows around Kelmscott and on the Willow Walk which we followed up to Buscot Weir and Lock influenced this design which I particularly like for it simplicity.
Here is an unfinished design .
 
William and Edward Burne - Jones were best friends and Edward brought his family including his stalwart little wife Georgie who was a special friend to William to stay at Kelmscott. When Rossetti was romancing Janey Edward was chasing Marie Zambaco and various other muses so William and Georgie consoled each other .
 Janey retained her mournful beauty into old age,seen here at Kelmscott.
 
I like this photo of William.
I visited the church and churchyard were the family are buried,it is a simple tomb with both their names and dates inscribed . The girls are at the side of the main tomb. The whole thing is very dignified and a bay tree stands sentinel at the side.
William was carried to the churchyard on a decourated farm cart,it must have been a poignant sight  to see his family and friends following the flower decked rustic cortage.
 
We stayed at the old thatched inn at Kelmscott "The Plough" and had a view of a paddock and the other venerable stone houses of the village,all in all another wonderful memory to store away for those rainy days.I will especially recall walking by the Thames under willows,through fields of yellow buttercups and seeing swans and signets near the bank.The upper reaches of the Thames are magic . 
 
Now I have to research another pilgrimage because as Monty Don says in his book on French gardens Quote I have always tried to visit the homes of writers and artists who have influenced me,believing that seeing where a man ate his breakfast or the wicker chair beneath the tree that remains is  a key of sorts to their work."