This morning I was in the depth of despair. WordPress was not playing with me. I began to pout when I was not able find a way to post in my normal way I decided to ‘share’ an archive from my tablet. I wondered how Violetta would have dealt with the situation … She would have undoubtedly composed a song. I will not go that far.
Meanwhile, I have discovered that I gave some house keeping issues as regards my browser and I need to clear my cache and restart! It seems sometimes the browser saves wrong information and tries to use it every time resulting in screwed up web pages. I will I hope be able to rectify this later today meanwhile I sure Viotetta would have not this hiccough get her down.
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‘From time immemorial
Hell was invented
to frighten the poor
with its eternal punishments’.
Violeta Para (1927 -1967) was a Chilean composer, song-writer, folklorist, ethnomusicologist and visual artist. She was responsible for the renewal and reinvention of Chilean Folk music, bringing it beyond the bounds of Chile onto the world stage and recognised by many as Chilean New Song (Nueva Cancion Chilena)
Violeta was born in San Carlos, a small town in southern Chile. To a poor family who moved from town to town to find work. This was rarely successful and as a result her father, a travelling teacher, became an alcoholic and Violeta had to abandon her studies to support her family. She began singing on trains, in restaurants, small concert halls and circuses.
After her father died; although this loss left the family destitute; her mother worked as washerwoman and was able to finance Violeta´s elder brother…
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For the first time in many months I am at a loss and unable post to my Blog in the usual way. My WordPress functionality has let me down or is it my laptop? I am unable to access my administration page, I can see my Reader, Stats, My Blog and Freshly pressed; but when I go further … all I see is a message saying ‘web page unavailable ‘ reload! I have sent messages to support but have had no response. I am going to work now so will try there. However if WordPress works there does this mean I have a problem with my Laptop at home? I have done all the other tricks restart etc but had no joy now since yesterday evening.
I would value thoughts … and advice and meanwhile have another cup of tea!
I have always had a camera; preferring not to be on the other side of the lens. I like taking photographs that tell a story; caring little about the technicality of the machine and the artistry of the result. I move the camera to the shape, colour and the story. Often spending a whole roll of film on a very small event. (in the days of film that is)
It was not until I had an all singing and dancing SLR two or three years ago when I succumbed to some lessons. I learned about focus, depth of field, perspective, exposure, shutter speeds apertures and loads more. All this was bad enough, but at the end of the session our attempts were scrutinised with a fine tooth comb it was more painful than having teeth pulled. I vowed then and there that never again would I allow my little slivers of life immortalized on the screen to be looked at so meanly. This morning; I took these photographs to record the onset of spring. Had I taken it last week there would have been quite a different picture; first of all the buds were not yet opened but the fence between had not yet blown down in the gales we had at the weekend. The fence would with its architectural devices to give depth and sense of perspective is gone. Instead there is light and in my opinion a less contrived and rigid perspective.
We hear much about Rio de Janiero; the violence, the culture, the World Cup, the Olympics, the recent strikes, the Carnival … I hear other sometimes conflicting views that don’t always feel very comfortable for a Mum so far away … So I make up my own stories to help the pain.
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Today is Monday. The day begins early as usual; with nothing much planned as Amy and Dudu have things to do – first thing. So, after breakfast at home, we meet Amy for coffee a bus ride away in Botafogo. Then we wander back through the streets of Rio; seeing sights that most tourists can only dream of -the architecture, gardens and parks, the coffee shops, street vendors and small industries along the busy streets.
And back up the hill for lunch.
Yesterday, we had been to Ipanema, it was beautiful -everything a tourist would expect, palm trees, golden sands, blue sky, crashing waves and Ipanema – girls and boys – honed and bronzed to perfection.
Around the corner we found a market selling crafts by local artists; beautiful and well made but expensive trinkets bearing no resemblance to the real Brazilian culture that I had seen so far. Paintings…
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Today I have an art class; it is my regular monthly printing session. Since last month much has happened to me in the world of art. I have enjoyed an abstract painting class, a day at Artichoke Printing and of course my fortnightly one-to-one with Julia. So why have I not ‘made’ it? Why do I find myself gazing at videos, books and journals, buying the magic paints and mediums and wondering … when can I give up my day job?
Maybe it has much to do with the journey and the tea and cake I will expect around 4 this afternoon!
Meanwhile I hope to discover the next step for my feisty person born this week after a more than our fair share of rain.
For instance: How do I mix denim blue? How do I make her boots shine in the pouring rain? Then the two tone umbrella? How do I do that … ?
This week I received the winter issue of the Illustration, it is published 4 times a year. I have not read it fully yet but there is plenty for me to enjoy. However, glancing through I came across a picture by Barbara Jones who I have featured before on a Friday.
Barbara Jones studied at the RCA and worked as a muralist, illustrator and writer of books. She was a major contributor to ‘Recording Britain’ and it is in reference to this that she featured in the Illustration journal.
In the 1930s a landmark project was begun to record various aspects of the English landscape that looked likely to vanish in the near future. Professional and amateur artists chose an eclectic mix of historical buildings and rural countryside and created images in pencil, pen and ink and water colour. The results were published after the war but later they were largely forgotten.
Now a touring exhibition is bringing the original artworks back to the regions and reminding us of places and scenes now consigned to history.
The Recording Britain exhibition will be at the Cecil Higgins Gallery in Bedford until the 20th March 2014.
The School prints ; a romantic project by Ruth Artmonsky
English fairs and markets by William Addison with illustrations by Barbara Jones