Doc Martens and endurance are synonymous
These little sweeties will probably out last me!
I wrote this poem when my daughter left home to live in Brazil.
At the airport
No strolling out one summer’s morn,
Almost, she strides from the fading wintery sun.
Gone the hesitant step of yesterday
The whys? What ifs? And When?
Have all been asked.
Each kilo weighed and unweighed
Every winter woollie put away to grieve,
Instead summer slithers fit each crevice to offer protection from the sun.
Each strap strained and pulled
The planes face west, more west.
No rest now,
The plans come to an end and new plans awaken.
Lorca, Neruda and Laurie Lee you are to blame,
But even you she has laid aside with love I know.
You will not pay the rent or mediate with officials
Your political poems and plays – prize winning language of love,
Neruda’s green ink of hope,
Will nourish her mind and remind her from where she came.
This all seems like a lifetime away and much has happened; perhaps another poem would read quite differently. I think novel might appear, or a soap opera with its joys and disappointments.
Over the last few months I think we might have forgotten that we are just a couple of gals finding our way and sometimes we loose the path and even our footing and tumble. At times we feel that we will never get back on track [what and wherever that is] but until we do … my prayer to the one who listens is that I remember ‘ I would rather love/live and be lost than to never to have loved/lived at all’
This little book landed on my desk ; in need of a little tlc. It is called the Song of songs which is Solomon’s illuminated by Owen Jones. I know nothing about it and a little about Owen Jones (1809-1874) an English born Welsh architect. He was considered a versatile architect and designer. He was among the most influential design theorists. He contributed to the modern colour theory and his concepts on flat patterning and ornament are still valid with contemporary designers today.
He is remembered for his studies of Islamic decoration at the Alhambra and his drawing which were at the forefront of he new standards in chromolithography.
Jones was involved in the formation of the South Kensington Museum that went on to become the V&A.
Jones was also responsible for the interior design for the Great Exhibition of 1851 and its later incarnation at Sydenham. Owen Jones’ work the Grammar of ornament ; the global and historical design source book is perhaps his masterpiece.
Jones is remembered for his search for a modern style unique to the 19th century that was starkly divorced from the art of neo-classicism and the Gothic revival and inspired as we see by Islamic World.
This is Brazil where the rain is wet … but it didn’t ever spoil our holiday.
I come from England where it rains a lot, it is not just wet but cold ! It is unpredictable; as grownups we harp on about the importance of rain and bemoan its absence. We are even incline to pray for it, when our gardens begin to wilt and our lawns turn brown However, as children we enjoy endless sunny days and any sign of rain is outrageous. I can remember chanting when clouds gathered over the South Downs!
Rain, rain go away,
Come a again another day.
This little ditty is considered by some to have old roots; Aubrey wrote in 1687 ‘Little children have a custome when it raines to sing, or charme away the rain;thus they all joine in a chorus and sing, viz.
Raine,raine goe away,
Come againe a Saterday.
Some say children in ancient Greece had a similar practice. According to Strattis (c. 409-375 BC when a cloud obscured the sun they would call out ‘Come forth beloved sun!’
In England the old song has some variations such as :-
Rain, rain go Spain;
Never show your face again.
Rain, rain go away,
come again on April day or Midsummer day or Washing day
Don’t come back til Christmas day
Little Arthur wants to play.
Rain on the green grass, and rain on the tree,
And rain on the housetop, but not on me.
Rain, rain, pour down,
But not a drop in our town.
Rain, rain come down and pour,
Then you will only last an hour.
I expect there are many more ….
Wood engraving as a commercial trade ended when photogravure was established in the 1880s. Although photogravure line blocks could be made from actual drawings more sophisticated collotype could produce anything captured by the camera.
Wood engraving ceased to be a secure profession and therefore women engravers were no longer a threat.
It was the Arts and Crafts movement that was able to maintain the wood engraving trade and give it life. The private press industry formed in the the late 19th century and flourished.
Presses such as Vale, Eragny, Kelmscott and Ashendene were founded in family homes in which women became involved beside the men. Morris continued to welcome the work of women from his undergraduate days. When he published the first number of the Oxford and Cambridge Magazine in 1856 it included decorated capital letters which had been engraved on wood by Mary Byfield, she was not at the time given credit for the work.