I’ve been helping out on a project for the past six weeks or so. It’s a collaboration between Arc and The Whitworth Art Gallery.
The project was called ‘A Love Letter to Whitworth Park’ and was facilitated by an extremely talented artist by the name of Wendy Hunter and project managed by Annette from Arc.
For four weeks, the aim was to engage older people with the nature of the park and the art of the gallery. (At least, that was my take on it.) Then, via the mediums of painting, printing, collage, photography, cups of tea, poetry and prose; participants expressed their ‘love’ for the park in a variety of techniques.
The project culminated in an exhibition in the gardens of The Whitworth Art Gallery in Arc’s very own Geodome! (Which is a bugger to put up, believe me.) Thousands upon thousands came to view… okay, maybe not thousands. But there were loads. Certainly more than you could count on an abacus.
It was a beautiful, sunny day and lots of kids came along to colour in bird stencils and stick them on the tree Wendy and the participants made. They also did a nice job of polishing off all the cupcakes. (Maybe that was just my kids.)
Anyhoo, onwards and upwards – don’t forget it’s the Saturday Art Club at Arc this Saturday 29th July. 11am – 4pm. Free parking. Great for families/kids.
Other shout-outs and credits go to: Daisy and Francine from The Whitworth Art Gallery; Ruth from The University of Manchester; Annette and Jacqui from Arc, and last, but not least, The A-Team: Becky, Kath, Mark and Tim. (Oh, and Becky’s Mam and Dad for the sarnies and help packing up.)
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How to make Cherry Blossom perfume.
1. Find a cherry blossom tree.
2. Gather fallen cherry blossom petals.
3. Place cherry blossom petals in a cup and add water.
4. Wrap in clingfilm and leave to soak overnight. (Add other flowers if desired.)
5. Sieve liquid into a vial – voila! You have cherry blossom perfume.
No, not hedges.
What’s inside them. Well, inside this one in my front garden.
There must be about a dozen of them nesting in there. And what I love about them is their chatter. They chirrup away all day. It’s quite easy not to hear them if you’re pottering about the house with the radio or TV on. But, I tend not to have either on during the day. So I can sit and listen to them singing away while I’m writing at my laptop. It really is so simply beautiful.
They take it it turns to fly off and gather food. Well, when I say, take it in turns, it might be the same one going back and forth. I have no way of differentiating between them.
The only time they are quiet is during the night and if I approach the hedge. I sometimes wonder what their whispered chirps are saying to each other while I am watching them.
Sparrow: Jack! Jack, it’s that bloke again.
Jack: What’s he doing?
Sparrow: He’s just staring.
Jack: At the hedge?
Jack: Is he wearing a hospital gown?
Sparrow: No. He’s smiling.
Jack: At the hedge?
Sparrow: Pretty much.
Jack: That’s it, we’re moving.
Then I go for a lie down.
But, the point I am trying to make is, that there are plenty of beautiful things all around us, if we only stop to look and listen.
Our gaff – Mother Earth.
We live in a veritable paradise. Why would you want to go to heaven, when we already live in one?
But you wouldn’t know that to listen to the news. That’s because, what turns our Garden of Eden into Hell – is Mankind. And I chose that word carefully. Not, Humankind. Not Womankind. But, Mankind.
You know what? If we banned men from governance, (yes, I know that would be discrimination). But, if we banned men from governing countries, or leading armies, or heading up religions, I bet we’d have a lot less conflict in the world.
A bit preachy? Maybe. I bit worthy? Perhaps. After all, where would we be without the internet, or medicine, or technology? Most of these innovations have come via the military.
I’m not advocating a return to the Stone Age. Just a little more awareness of what we do have, before it’s all gone.
Early one morning, it struck me, as I was sitting in the dark with a cup of fresh coffee, how the world unfolds before us.
I was sitting in the dark not because; a) I can’t afford electricity, b) I’m an insomniac, or c) I’m insane.
There’s something very calming about the silence before my girls wake up. I drew the curtains and sat with my coffee peering out of the kitchen window. As dawn broke, the leafless branches of trees began to emerge from the blue darkness.
A labyrinth of
Autumn branches emerge from
Darkness as dawn breaks.
Well, hello again.
I’ve been away on holiday, hence the reason for not having posted for a while. And, yes, it was lovely, thank you for asking.
Anyways, I have always been fascinated by fractals. So I thought I would share this fascination with you.
My interest is mainly in the visual and biological rather than mathematical.
The term ‘Fractal’ was originally coined by Benoît Mandelbrot, in 1975. Which is from the Latin fractus which means fractured or broken.
Basically, a fractal is a self-similar repeating pattern whether viewed from distance or close up. So the ‘part’ is almost identical to the ‘whole’.
What fascinates me most, is how these fractal patterns, or designs, are present all around us in nature.
Scientists strive to search ever deeper into our sub-atomic make-up. What if, it just keeps on going?
Fractal sea urchin
More fractal leaves