It's Blog Monday - New work
Time is getting tight. With an Inside Out exhibition coming next week I still fighting with a new piece. Initially working on the idea of Mourning into Dancing the subject has morphed into something slightly more complex. It's been a struggle but there is hope. I'm by no means there yet and there has been a great deal of layering, obliterating and re-building. If finished it will hang alongside 'Wing' which is also on exhibit for the first time next week. All very exciting.
I suppose I've spent some time working on 'Wing'. It took a good while to get it to the point where I am happy to have it exhibited. I stopped for a good month or so knowing it wasn't finished but waiting for the drive to risk destruction to push it neared to where it needed to be.
It's first public outing will be at the Gardens Gallery, Montpellier, Cheltenham (19th-25th April 2017) as part of Inside Out's contribution to Cheltenham's Christian Arts Festival. Immediately after it will be at Gloucester Cathedral for a few days - 29th April to 1st May)
It's been a while
How time flies. One minute it's August then it's now. Somewhere inbetween Christmas happened. Maybe I hibernated? I find winter harder and harder to endure as the years go by. Maybe it's because I have been fairly slow in therms of creativity and then I have nothing I want to write about. Maybe I just don't know how to be an up to the minute, down with the kids, technophile blogging dude.
I shall try harder. If I say "Monday is Blog day!" and repeat it to myself often enough then something will happen on a more regular basis.
Just a thought - Maybe Trump winning the US elections melted my soul and left me incapacitated until this new spring awakening. But that doesn't explain September and October. I supposed they went missing due to delayed Brexit shock.
Too much like work
My sabbatical Blog came to a sudden halt. Not that it really got going. It all seemed a bit to much like work. Instead of just writing stuff I kept adapting what I was saying because I was thinking about who was reading it. Which I appreciate isn't many.
Here is my desk now I'm back...
I didn't set that up. It's just what my desk looks like at the moment.
I was having difficulty keeping up with this blog when he appeared...
Alec Marshall Childs, my first Grandchild.
So all plans have gone out of the window as he was born three and a half weeks early. Since then we have turned our schedule upside down, spent most of the time in Hereford and certainly haven't got around to any blogging.
He is spectacularly cute though. I think I've always been prepared for being a Grandpa. Inspired by my own, I shall be a bundle of joy, great fun and always a bit odd. I hope I can be as inspirational to Alec as my Grandpa was to me.
There is much going on in his world that he is totally unaware of... the EU debate, which gets more depressing by the minute, the football (European Championships) which may well get more depressing by this afternoon, the refugee crisis in the middle east and north Africa, the now sadly routine mass shootings in the USA, and the scarily right wing rise across Europe and the US shown most clearly in peoples love of Trump and Boris.
Dear child, I hope the world is a better place by the time you realise what's around you but at the moment I don't hold out much hope. We will surround you with love and let that be your protection and your guide.
In the town where I was born
Spent a really great day in Settle, or what was left accessible. The market square was filled with V.I.P. Areas and winners roast rums and to outside broadcast vans... All in aid of the first stage of this year's Tour De Yorkshire.
First off, after a pleasant walk in from the campsite at Langcliffe, was our usual cup of coffee at 'Car and Kitchen', somewhere we've been going to since our honeymoon. Then on to Preston's Folly where, alongside their fixed exhibits of North Craven life, was a special display from the members of 'Back in Settle', an informal local history/memories group. We had wonderful conversations about Nuttal's and 'Tommy Preston' etc.. I was invited to join the FB group where they have 1,000's of photographs and comments. Someone said there'd seen one of my Grandpa and maybe Uncle Norman. I shall post what we have at home once we get back. Hopefully it's a connection we can keep up.
After lunch at Poppies and a quick diversion through a long remembered Ginnel to avoid the crowds, we took up a place at the barriers across from Settle Social Club by the old Police Station. We were just a hundred meters from the finish line outside Ye Olde Naked Man. The crowds quickly grew and with thunderous thumping of the advertising hoardings so did the excitement. A flurry of bikes and a flash of colour and it was all over.
Trouble at ' Mill
So this blog idea is not as easy as it first seems. Getting around to actually posting anything is difficult when there has been so much going on. As the TV programmes all seem to do nowadays, here's what's coming up: more family history from up north, some painting and praying, a golfing retreat and an exhibition in Gloucester...
More Northern than Grit
|Philip Martin Summers||
the good, the glad and the snuggly