chunk of choc

☼☁ fresh eyes

2012-01-16T15:03:00.000Z

last week my beautiful friends

Suzie and daughter Milla

came to see us for a blink stop:

bleak beach walking:

gathering seaglass:

seaweed oracles:

stalking crows:

seaside amusement:

chips with ketchup and a cup of english tea:

it takes an outsiders view

to make you see what you have

in a new light:

2011-12-30T15:54:00.000Z

in these times of social networking

it's easy to skim the timeline

click 'like'

☯ tis the season

2011-12-24T15:48:00.000Z

wishing you all a

happy happy holiday

and

an exciting new year

from the whole of my heart

❤

▯▮ frames per minute

2011-12-13T18:10:00.000Z

there's something more

to site specific works:

they bring a set of interactions

to a familiar place:

we all need time to sit and stare

or run around without inhibition

or care

like the children do here ☟

❏❐ pictures on the wall

2011-12-10T15:35:00.000Z

something for everyone

at the white wallspace gallery:

canvas, paper, print, paint:

colour, shape, texture, composition:

local landmarks:

{peter vinten}

the familiar in new mediums:

{alan hockett}

the quirky:

{joe howlett}

and mine:

sips 1~4:

new work and the beginning of an

ongoing project:

go see for yourself:

until 24th December

^..^ purr

2011-11-27T15:22:00.001Z

it was over 17 year ago

when we visited Beryl's house:

she worked for the Cat Protection League

and we chose two little abandoned kittens

to take home and love:

Murmur & Momus:

Momus was a ginger tom who sadly died

mysteriously within a few months:

Murmur was the runt of the litter:

a tiny black cat with a lot to say for herself:

she didn't much like other cats:

but she really loved humans:

even tiny ones:

lazing around her favourite past time:

'talking' and purring:

such a vocal puss:

when we moved to a house on a busy road,

she moved to my brothers home:

he and his girlfriend gave her the

run of their place:

they affectionately called her 'Madam Ming'

I would ring him up and I could hear

Murmur in the background,

miaowing and purring

'hey me me I'm over here'

dear dear Murmur:

watching the birds from her throne

and murmuring:

loved by us all and always remembered:

♀♂ kith and kin

2011-11-15T14:44:00.000Z

family {latin: familia}

loving and complicated:

welcome to ours, Tricia

❤

❶ late night tales

2011-11-07T15:08:00.001Z

on the first thursday of every month

the galleries and museums of

east London open their doors late

for a chance to see some amazing

art, culture and events after hours:

our mystery tour began with

'so the wind won't blow it all away'

a private view at East Gallery:

.... in front of you looking inward

I'm still ....

by Joanna Burejza
the naked form blurred but still
distinguishable:
like richter and bacon before her:

b.- d. working title

by maeve berry

a hand portrait can be just

as expressive as the face:

family obscured by sam taylor

discarded film negatives

reclaimed and destroyed

to create a photograph of abstract warmth:

it was busy in the gallery

so we headed off to eat:

these streets are full of gifts:

around every corner:

you never know what you'll find:

irreducible complexity by andrea hasler:

quick march to the whitechapel gallery

richard of york gave battle in vain

selected from over 13,500 works from the

Government Art Collection

by the artist Cornelia Parker:

a curious display of colour coded art:

which wall would you gravitate to?

yellow/green ....

odeon by bridget smith

shelf like no.5 by david batchelor

poor thing by gary hume

work no.253:things 2000 by martin creed

the gallery was closing as the clock struck 9

we strolled through the empty market

to find free books for all:

selecting as many as I could carry

we headed home with a heartful of art:

✈ zero air miles

2011-10-30T13:01:00.000Z

this morning I took some home

made jam and pickles to ☟

a sharing of food and knowledge:

no money changed hands:

lots of produce to choose from:

locally grown:

and picked:

ric from earthangel organics

gave us tips on growing vegetables

over winter:

we drank tea and talked cake:

we chatted about art and wine making:

I swapped for a gingerbread phantom

and a jar of lemon curd

a jar of beetroot chutney, two pears

and some physalis:

not that's my kind of morning:

can't wait for the next one

11th December:

what will you bring?

0o0 in between

2011-10-25T13:33:00.000+01:00

"yeah you park up by the church

then walk down a bit

and there's this place ...."

this little church

is between giants:

they make soap:

it also has a claim to fame:

we couldn't go inside:

so we looked outside:

like so many before us:

then we found the footpaths:

along the river:

a smell of salt mixed with washing powder:

miles and miles of graffiti wall:

tagged and sprayed:

claimed and reclaimed:

while industry ignores:

and the mud retains:

⍾⍾ all that glisters

2011-10-22T12:07:00.000+01:00

yesterday we caught the last day of

bioluminescence

by Mila Nesterova

at the book club:

it was a little awkward to view the

photographs as people were

eating and networking:

Mila's lightboxes were so striking:

fashion meets dance meets theatre

meets clubbing meets light:

movement: energy: graffiti:

{bioluminescence: nature}

produce made human:

surreal:

extreme:

radioactive:

confused beautiful:

a sneaky peep at the amazing

lightbulb ceiling downstairs

and a bowl of delicious cauliflower curry soup:

fitting:

‐‑‑‐ sew sew

2011-10-18T12:58:00.000+01:00

although I am very lucky to own

one of these gorgeous leather camera

bags by Grafea sometimes I just want

to grab one camera and shove it

in my handbag:

not practical:

this summer I envied my friend Suzie's

ingenuous drawstring bag ....

so I cut up an old skirt

{it was far too short for an old girl anyway}

turned over the top edge:

cut some wadding and a lining:

made a fabric sandwich:

sewed up the sides and bottom:

thread ribbon through the top:

safe padded pouch for my baby:

Libbie got all jealous

so I made her one too

with a Liberty fabric offcut:

brillz!

☼ late summer sun

2011-10-14T15:49:00.001+01:00

a rare blue sky:

long shadows and egg yolk yellow:

my girl being silly on the deserted beach:

bliss:

㊀ any more fares please?

2011-10-11T13:49:00.000+01:00

on Sunday I met with my flickr friends

for the Canvey Island bus rally:

there's some delicious details on those

old buses:

chrome and enamel:

a need for speed:

we took a ride on an old bus:

to the museum:

memorabilia:

{my Dad used to wear one of these!}

classic cars:

{this is my dream car}

then a bus ride back again:

no smoking on the upper deck:

♦♢ in my neighbourhood

2011-10-08T15:08:00.001+01:00

today was the start of

the first ever Hadleigh Art Trail:

I headed to the Hadleigh Old Fire Station:

a collection of works and open studios:

tread carefully ~ donna jeffrey

work number 88 ~ emma mower

intricate labyrinths of lines

oil paint on aluminium:

rainham steel ~ barry andrews:

a work in progress

as he painted he told me he'd fallen

back in love with this canvas:

descriptive visits to the marshes:

an affinity to the space:

'the scruffier part' he called it:

X ~ jane woolatt and chris ruston:

{inherited maps of ourselves}

their collaborative works are unique:

lost stories, conversations, history:

found objects, layers and texts:

they talked of the crumbling studio of old:

how this new space will bring a fresh direction:

it's a delicious and welcoming place:

{despite the dodgy yellow paintwork}

a cup of tea and so much to see:

hadleigh art trail is on until 15th october:

六 eye candy

2011-10-04T10:06:00.000+01:00

quick round up of

things that grabbed my glances ☟

folded felt panels

ripple and wave

by penelope jordan:

dovetailed teatray stack

by brown & cox:

serious tassel envy

by jessica light:

sweet letters

written live

by lizzie mary cullen:

knitted crochet love:

wool wrapped lampshades

by furniture magpies:

best in show:

crochet lamp

by naomipaul textiles

❤ where you live

2011-09-26T17:01:00.001+01:00

sometimes I do art projects at my old

primary school:

last week they invited me to do something

at a community event held there:

so I asked the children and their carers

to draw or write about where they live:

and pin it on the big map

of where we live:

I heard some great stories:

where he learned to ride his bike:

gerbils living in a little girls bedroom:

journeys from another place to here:

little tags of personal history:

▮▯ push/pull

2011-09-12T14:22:00.000+01:00

an invitation

find a door:

adorn it:

you think

hell yeah

why not?

I wasn't the only one:

to brave the rain:

then wind:

under the moon:

and drink beer:

then let them burn:

as we talked and swayed:

⸭ memories of harvest

2011-09-07T15:56:00.000+01:00

it would be about this time of year

that we would help my friend

Nicola tidy her allotment:

harvesting the fruits and vegetables

she lovingly grew:

this year we grew borlotti beans

from beans collected from there,

last year:

continuing her green idea:

a legacy:

I love their beautiful red dappled skins:

sometimes called cranberry beans because

of that colour:

some we will eat tonight:

a veggie version of this:

the rest we will dry for later:

〺 little scream

2011-09-06T11:43:00.000+01:00

summer had glimpses of this:

☐☐ homeless gallery {pt 2}

2011-08-28T16:04:00.000+01:00

homeless gallery :

a really industrial space

in the most

elegant of buildings:

a real mix of artists work:

anna knowek ~ new british anthropology:

modern british people

like oil paintings

from a country manor:

damian chrobak ~ public transport:

people in their own worlds:

candid moments:

rich colours in square format:

anna lukala ~ high street people:

tender portraits in the shops and spots

of a seaside town:

heartwarming and bleak:

ola ostaszewska smit :

timeless landscapes in lomo colour:

tear off business card recycler:

gorgeous silver prints {unknown}

alan hockett ~ ethereal 'bean can' pinholes:

his work always gives me a new view

of familiar places:

b frymorgen:

images of childhood:

sensitive, textured tales:

urszula wiznerowicz ~ behind the curtain:

the chaos and effects of alcoholism
in her hometown:

katarzyna suder:
stunning portraits of Polish miners:
dangerous and determined workers:

darren harvey-regan :
tree transparencies:
beneath my feet:
out of place:
horizontal:
lit by a shard of light from the
Kursaal window:

expressive:
eclectic:
there's lots more:
go see:
{until 4th September}

☐☐ pogoagogo

2011-08-27T15:41:00.001+01:00

the town near my home is twinned with

Sopot, Poland:

the Polish Arts Festival

and a collaboration with the

Deconstruction Project :

an invitation to exhibit photographs in the

Homeless Gallery, at the Kursaal:

in response I walked around Southend

and took some images of the spaces

beneath and between:

forgotten places:

unfabricated:

printed them straight from camera to PoGo:

put them up in the Gallery:

go see them!

it's free entry ....

.... more on the other exhibitors tomorrow ....

☯ zen and the intuitive mind

2011-08-15T18:43:00.000+01:00

what I dream of is an art of balance:

henri matisse

ᕭᕮ great minds think alike

2011-08-04T11:25:00.000+01:00

I do enjoy it when
conversations overlap:
markers are placed:
the brain flags and highlights a subject:
you become receptive:

from a discussion on how we are attracted

to others:

friendships, relationships:

a primeval thing

genetic

learned

going back to early wo/man:

gesture, scent or behaviour:

recognising your own tribe:

then an interesting programme on

bbc4

great thinkers: in their own words

archives from the vaults of Auntie Beeb:

evidence and unpicking human nature:

debunking and rethinking:

the most exciting and thought provoking quote

in the closing minutes from

Richard Dawkins

' what governs how humans behave is an

extremely complicated mixture of our

genetically provided brains

overlain by a massive infusion of culture:

if you try to understand human psychology

and human behaviour in terms of either

culture on it's own

or genetic evolution on it's own

you're going to fail

because they're both there

they're both extremely important '

love the the idea of 'provided brains' set at default
then customised and personalised by culture:

\‖/ five a day

2011-08-03T14:27:00.000+01:00

we've been away for most of July:

but in our absence

the garden has been

having a right rave up:

our carrots might be weird shaped

but they taste so much better than

shop bought:

Nicola's borlotti's are soaringly high

and weighty with pods:

left to do it's thing:

we're loving our dreadlockrasta

unkempt garden:

what's growing in yours?

☖☗ east meets west

2011-07-26T07:47:00.000+01:00

pastel perfect painted line:

rickety flaked abandoned:

seaweed entwined:

limpet encrusted:

Mersea Island:

⎞⎛ green grow the rushes o

2011-07-24T13:29:00.002+01:00

everything on the earth bristled:

the bramble pricked

and the green thread nibbled away:

the petal fell

falling

until the only flower was the falling itself:

water is another matter

has no direction but its own bright grace
runs through all imaginable colours
takes limpid lessons from stone
and in those functionings plays out
the unrealized ambitions of the foam:

{pablo neruda}

☼ take me to another world

2011-07-21T12:44:00.001+01:00

as our teens had finished their gcse's

my best friend and I took them to Spain

for a week of relaxation and sunshine:

tearing them away from the pool

we drove to a hilltop walled town:

rambling rooftop views:

between the walls:

stone and blue skies:

tiny streets where Jews once lived:

decorated pavements:

delicious shades of ochre:

Vejer Andalucia:

𝄐𝄑 ticket to ride

2011-07-12T07:18:00.008+01:00

that's me, venue number 25:

part of Artside =pause=

on the Pier trains

two photos in each carriage:

from 1st ~ 16th July:

the river captured

in the fragment of a second:

water stilled:

a world silenced:

the underside of the seaside:

♭♯♮ pizzicato pass

2011-07-09T07:56:00.006+01:00

this little box is quite old:

it cost 15p when I bought it

over 25 years ago:

an amber groove:

once used to resin this bow:

that danced across these strings:

but they haven't done that

for far too long:

now Jill's chin is resting here:

she hugged the case when I

gave it to her:

they'll be making new music

together:

⧠⧠ flavour of the month

2011-07-06T12:42:00.000+01:00

when I smell this gorgeously

scented flower

I have the voice of Homer Simpson

in my head

saying

'mmmm choc-o-late'

⩈⩈ red berry red

2011-07-05T17:58:00.000+01:00

we got to this {our first} little beauty

before the slugs, snails and blackbirds:

small but sweetly formed:

shared:

halfsies:

〚〛in the library

2011-07-01T18:27:00.000+01:00

at my last visit to Leigh Library

I found some unusual books among

the spines and shelves:

sewn book art by Sally Chinea:

love her handmade business cards:

magpie by Madelaine Murphy:

created from the pages of

'A Roguish Gentleman' by Mary Brendan:

suture {2011} by Karen Apps:

twist {2011} by Karen Apps:

text from Wordsworth English Fairy Tales

The Three Bears:

artbookart will have a 'market' stall as part of

Artside 6th July at Elmer Approach:

go see them and 'altercate' a book:

and don't miss Trotter Sisters, eat

size zero & win piggies!

they're hilarious ^_^

☖☗ birdhouse in your soul

2011-06-27T11:37:00.000+01:00

another collaboration!

created by Madelaine Murphy:

constructed by Jonathan Wells:

dovecote:

salvaged wood and chandlery:

linking local seaside houses

with nautical & fishing history:

an interaction with local people:

folding origami birds:

talking about their journeys:

families: friends: visitors:

pegging them on the line:

in the rain and sunshine:

we're doing it again on Saturday

at the Pier as part of

artside :

come down and fold your own

little bird:

tell us your story:

ᘎᘏ walking on pebbles and sand

2011-06-23T11:00:00.000+01:00

very early in the morning

on the 18th June

Joanna Hartle

installed camino

a cockleshell and sand labyrinth

on Thames shoreline at Leigh-on-Sea:

under a blue cloudy sky

barefoot in the warm seaweed shallows

when it was complete

each person took a golden cockleshell

to take on their journey

in contemplative silence as they walked

the curves and turns

leaving a shell within

and the memory in their hearts:

despite the tides camino is still visible ....

‑‒— the spaces between

2011-06-22T17:13:00.000+01:00

it's that time of year again

when there's lots of arts events

going on locally:

after hearing her speak at

Pecha Kucha #8:

I was curious about new works

by Tricia North:
as someone who loves

the snippets of family legend
tales like chinese whispers
ever changing and embellished:
this collection of pieces are about
the bits that are not said:

"the mistakes, accuracy and gaps
in information that we leave
for future generations"
her complex structures
layers text texture
sewn thrown
glazed sanded
painted scratched
"my concerns are not so much about what is said
but what isn't and how we read and misread that"

while objects have no meaning
without the person telling the story:
Tricia is reciting and reforming them
in her own distinctive way:

ʔʕ turn and face the strange

2011-06-16T14:52:00.000+01:00

we didn't have a front garden to speak of:

just old tarmac, all cracked, flaked and gritty

that was carried into the house

from the soles of shoes:

until ....

the landscapers arrived:

with their big tools and machines:

26 tonnes were taken away

crushed and recycled:

some to make the base for my path

and runway:

grey edging stones around the perimeter:

two slate stands for my car wheels:

the rest of the garden covered in

topsoil, horticultural membrane

and shingle:

sand brushed into the path:

walk the planks:

a blank canvas for me to plant:

with sea loving plants:

and gorgeous grasses:

a work in progress:

☼ a summer tea party

2011-06-12T14:39:00.000+01:00

on the first day of June

I met with my friend Sandra:

we walked past fields of lucerne:

and parched earth on the marshes:

through the caravan park

and tall rusty gates

past the lakes

blooming with waterlilies

to Creeksea Place Manor:

we watched two amusing ladies

make beautiful flower arrangements

as they talked about their farms

of asparagus harvests and wheat:

then we ate sandwiches on cake stands

drank tea from china cups

and relished slices of soft deep victoria sponge:

followed by a tour of the Manor

by the present owner:

the building was in disrepair for many years

but Mr Bertolli and his family are gradually

restoring it:

some of the original features remain

an historic glimpse for good causes:

⎰⎱ one add one

2011-05-31T15:23:00.000+01:00

the ceramicist Madelaine Murphy

gave me this ....

a beautiful ceramic shrine

barely eight centrimetres high:

what do you put in a shrine?

I started to think about what I love:

things I hold dear:

and started to photograph them:

then I printed them really really small:

printed some ribbon with qualities that aspire:

and sent a photo of it, back to Madelaine:

now it's mine to keep:

the goddess of small things:

■▹◎ multi faceted

2011-05-30T17:36:00.000+01:00

my town is full of interesting and creative people:

it's fascinating to see how they work:

I first met Brian Parker when he was

dancing as part of an interactive exhibition:

he told me about his passion

for painting and his search for the

'perfect line':

the way I see it

his latest exhibition at Studio Eleven :

the four seasons:

tetraptych of pattern and shade:

local scenes made graphic:

quirky screen prints:

tactile shaped ceramics:

photogramancy

layered abstract acrylics:

does this man ever stand still?

eclectic and considered:

one to watch:

one to go see:

{} dem bones

2011-05-28T15:03:00.000+01:00

quite some years ago

I had a back problem:

it meant I couldn't wear backless shoes

or sit cross legged for years:

a herniated disc:

it's painful and boring:

and has returned:

just when I have lots of brilliant

things to be part of:

yoga is helping:

but restless sleep is zzzz

⚃⚃ roll the dice

2011-05-22T11:13:00.000+01:00

do you ever get times

when you're just not feeling it?

it's bubbling under there

somewhere

but you're just not ready

yet:

you know when it does come

you will be

on it

and your feet won't touch the ground

you'll pile on extra

with cherries on the top:

{until then I'll watch clouds in silence}

☝ by Madelaine Murphy

photographed by me:

『[‖/ brush up on my field work

2011-05-18T18:05:00.001+01:00

new exhibition at the Tap gallery until 4th June:

Fields

curated by Lee Sullivan

explores the possibilities of the visual field:

{scale is not apparent in these images

so I'll start with the smaller pieces}

orion

by Lee Sullivan:

brutal edifices made simple

with determined strokes:

how I learnt to stop worrying and make a print

by Lee Sullivan:

fragile prints remembering ruins,

real and imagined afterworlds:

building sites in green and blue:

salt lake, carbon class

by Claire Barnett:

crystal folded forms transform the

two dimensional to three:

crystallised:

echo park:

a new landscape constructed:

{details}

reconstructed from found images:

keira

by David Watkins:

now these are big:

{David always does big}

free and flowing:

like satellite images of unseen routes:

kev

vast trails over hidden paths:

maps in the desert

or under the sea:

layer on linear layer:

otherworldly:

go see for yourself:

☛☚ read all about it

2011-05-09T17:51:00.000+01:00

the postman brought me a parcel:

and it raised a squeal:

I knew it was coming:

but I've had to wait:

newspaper edition:

this is it as I unwrapped it

from it's polythene bag:

trademark Donwood stamps:

miniature:

underneath ~ the cd:

underneath that ~ the records:

two of them:

in clear vinyl: {retro}

the b sides:

the newspaper:

details:

oh yes I do:

best {belated} birthday present:

∞ mr & mrs

2011-05-08T09:17:00.001+01:00

I didn't watch the royal wedding:

I was busy making punkcakes:

it got me remembering my

own nuptials:

a small gathering:

you never forget that day:

away from the media circus:

I hope the royal couple allow for growth:

make space for the new:

keep their individuality

and work as a couple:

hopefully their marriage will

last longer than mine:

but I am happy to turn the

page with a smile:

ᐳᐳ acrobatics

2011-05-07T14:33:00.000+01:00

swifts returned to my sky today:

I've been told it's the same date

as last year:

watch them dive in the changing sky:

⧦ birthday bloom

2011-05-03T16:46:00.000+01:00

when you're a child

you can't wait for your birthday:

as you get older

it doesn't seem so important

to mark another year:

better it float past

like blossoms on a breeze:

♉ melancholy may

2011-04-30T14:43:00.001+01:00

you know how a song can remind you

of a time or place or person?

⇧ this song reminds me of my friend

Maria:

we would buy smash hits

sit in her bedroom playing 45's

and belt out the songs:

happy funny silly carefree days:

sitting in the park drinking cheap cider:

getting ready to top of the pops:

these two girls were very similar

strong, individual and brave to the last:

I hope Poly finds Maria:

so they can sing it one more time, together ....

︘︘ folding orange birds and boats

2011-04-22T17:41:00.001+01:00

for guerilla art day

part of the southend fringe:

you must try to fly:

time stands still here:

at Prittlewell Square:

four little boats:

ready for launch:

puzzled couples watched

as I stepped over the fence

and onto the grass:

now we float:

ᕱ soft sweet smell

2011-04-21T16:06:00.000+01:00

a fine and subtle spirit dwells

in every little flower

each one its own sweet feeling breathes

with more or less of power:

there is a silent eloquence

in every wild bluebell

that fills my softened heart with bliss

that words could never tell:

anne bronte

℧ on a french breeze

2011-04-20T18:36:00.000+01:00

on the tail of a whim

an aeroplane took me to visit

Suzie Chaney et famille:

just a weekend:

but girl! what a weekend:

dipping our toes in the river

at Camon:

hoping the fish would nibble our toes:

under clear blues skies:

picnic sur l'herbe:

a nap or a daydream:

listening to the babbling water and the

bees buzzing by:

then a stroll to the village:

to take more photos:

now I knew that she had a passion

for film:

for cameras old and new{ish}:

they all do those Chaneys:

that day we had more than 8 cameras

between us!

Suzie loaned me one of hers:

loaded it up with black & white

film and off I went, clickety click ....

later we {she} developed it at home

in her bathroom:

she's generous like that:

{she's generous to boot}

my own private refresher in film photography:

later she mused about taking her online course

shooting the breeze

a step further:

doing precisely as we did that day:

can't wait!

ש come with me into the gardens

2011-04-10T14:29:00.000+01:00

work has begun

at RHS Hyde Hall:

flowers awake in the April sun:

heuchera 'ruffles':

red and green should be seen:

paper bark peels:

fritillaries nod:

Mackintosh & Morris would be proud:

and amused by scarecrows

everywhere:

created by the children:

✧ small measures

2011-04-04T14:39:00.000+01:00

scintilla ~ a minute amount, hint, trace or particle:

negative spaces:

or positive ones:

manipulated images

by Laura Cherry

what's the story?

create your own:

matchstick fragility of a forgotten tribe:

climbing away from the earth

or up to the heavens:

you dreamt it: {pause}

time passes: that is all:

doorways for the soul:

to go in

or come out:

{pause: calmer}

if we all speak at once we'll never get anywhere

by Helen Edling

⊗⊕ smile please

2011-03-28T20:01:00.001+01:00

yesterday we travelled up the M1 motorway

to the Format International Photography

festival in Derby:

'Right Here, Right Now'

exposures from the public realm

explores street photography:

short walks take you from

space to space

set around Derby's City centre:

lots to see, even on a Sunday:

from here to there by Ljudmilla Socci:

images taken from a train window:

a journey of shifting landscapes:

pyramid by Raoul Gatepin:

flaked suburbia after Wall St financial messes:

modern architecture looms hazily

over victorian semi's:

we were shadows watching shadows:

stereoscopic photographs that track a journey

from the hoover dam to the

roof of the world trade centre:

by Robert Covington:

peep through the glasses as the photos

merge and animate:

all is not what it seems:

nature enshrouds the traces of war:

but some things remain beneath:

minescape by Brett van Ortt:

tactile surfaces of bomb shelters:

personalised not disguised:

public domain by Orit Ishay:

best in show for me was

concrete island by Peter Ainsworth:

marks left by inhabitants on walls

that support a motorway flyover:

painterly, abstract, layered:

there was an eclectic mix of both

photographs, styles and venues:

just like the city

old, sits comfortably, next to new:

our final exhibition of the day

and the biggest interaction:

Al had taken images on his phone during

our visit:

bluetoothed to pogo:

printed: tagged:

attached:

photographic points around the city:

a visually changing map:

street photography is a vast topic:

there is always the debate

'is it street?'

everything shifts as you move:

different things come into focus at

different points in your life

and you try to articulate that:

Format continues until 3rd April 2011:

☼☾ sun & the moon

2011-03-20T10:47:00.000Z

the garden is waking up:

single flowers on the camellias:

I grabbed my tools and set to work:

wigwams for beans and peas:

a big full moon was on it's way:

planting onions where the worms

like to live:

and garlic and potatoes:

all in a row:

leaving some for later ....

the moon was stunning that night:

I planted some more in her light:

we will see what it brings:

꒺꒺ dancedance

2011-03-16T10:54:00.000Z

last weekend a feast for the eyes:

twirling ringing jingling:

tribally inspired

an evening dedicated to the art of

american tribal style belly dancing:

sister studios:

elegant slow moves:

shoulders, arms undulate:

waists, hips and feet follow:

it's mesmerising:

Lianne danced with Egyptian beats:

Angela Noble with Gypsy roots:

Maryam danced with her eyes:

making elegant shadows

in the harsh light:

the queen of Tribal Style:

Carolena Nericcio:

perfect poise, gestures:

with Tribal Unity:

it was magical:

I want to dress up:

I want to boomboomching with zills:

and now I have serious tassel envy:

☼⩈ how will my garden grow?

2011-03-08T15:43:00.000Z

last year {or was it the year before}

the back of our garden was cleared

of huge old gnarly shrubs

and a few conifers that had seen

better days:

the birds didn't panic as there are still

lots of places for them:

under the forest of bramble we discovered

another 4 metres of garden

all within two raised beds:

so we covered it with plastic and left it

till yesterday:

my friend Abigail came over and dug in

the wheels I'd collected:

a row of recycling:

now we have to decide what to plant

and where:

we will definitely plant these:

they are borlotti beans:

I picked them for the last time

at my late friend Nicola's allotment:

she'll be laughing at me, up there,

wherever she is

as I rake to a tilth and hoe:

⸡⸠ we are only visitors, here to marvel

2011-03-06T11:35:00.000Z

𐌎 think pink

2011-02-27T19:16:00.000Z

{original photo taken by Louisa}