For me it is more who is my muse rather than what ? Although the answer is connected. I have written much about my dad; who was a craftsman of integrity and diligence and how he encouraged me as a little girl to draw and be creative. Sadly, when I was twelve years old, he left me and my siblings with our mother. I cannot remember how I coped with the separation .. but can still feel the grief.
As an adult I can understand why he left (it was complicated) however, no matter how I try the little girl cannot forgive him for leaving us in a vulnerable and unstable situation without the aforementioned diligence and integrity he showed in other areas of his being.
He is dead now; and the little girl still yearns to make things better and bring him home … even if it is to say ‘ Look, Dad this is what I made and it is for you!’
So for the most part I call upon the strength of that 12 year old, she too a powerful muse, who just got on with life without a dad and successfully; but then when I need a creative push I wonder what he would say
‘Just draw … anything … that cup … Nipper’
This is not a cup … but the result of one of those ‘conversations’ …
It has been a good weekend with London, shopping , lunch, Pride and the escaping off! (when the crowds got a bit too much!)
Then, there was back to back Glastonbury and the Dalai Lama.It was lovely and only a few days before I go to Brazil.
It couldn’t have been better, I have waited for these days, careful not to make the trip to visit my daughter, the one and only and the prime motivation of my ‘other’ life.
My work in the library; especially now I only work 4 days a week, is a constant source of knowledge and camaraderie in a common cause. I am not in a battle, but getting books and information on the ‘shelf’ for a student is no mean feat, it takes a concerted team effort.
My blog continues to grow and gain interest and my art has come to the fore.
Today I help ‘take down’ the Summer Show which I had the good fortune to share with … I am not sure how all this happened ; so I lift an offering to the one who provides , a flower.
A painting from early in my practice when some ‘marks’ come together.
Off to London this morning ; to do a bit of shopping, lunch and enjoy the Gay Pride festivities.
It has been a good week. The holiday plans are almost complete, bags nearly packed; all is well. At a week to go there is a healthy glimmer of happy anticipation. We, my daughter and I have an unspoken rule about ‘plans’ for the future; her with her homesickness and me, with my empty nest we are inclined to grizzle about our ‘misfortunes’; this, for the most part is acceptable we are allowed to be sad. However, life does go on and we overcome the grief with a degree of success.
So our coming holiday will be a joy; three weeks of love, hopefulness and plans to make our subsequent separation will be gently made.
By way of celebration I share a picture from last year.
This week I posted a blog about an artist called Maria Helena Veira da Silva. I don’t know much about her but understand one of her teachers was Stanley William Hayter, who I know less about. I did a bit of research and found a couple books that have passed through my hands quite recently. The first by Samuel Beckett is illustrated by Stanley William Hayter called Still from our Beckett Collection and the other called About Prints by Hayter is in the Mark Longman Library.
Some lovely images to gaze at …
My Brazilian dictionary continues to delight ; especially as I can now start to count the days before I go!
Feliz quem se satisfaz
Com o dom da harmonia
Da voz e do instrumento
Que ao ouvinte irradia
A doçura da toada
E o sabor da poesia
Happy those who meet
With the gift of harmony
Voice and instrument
That the listener radiates
The sweetness of the tune
And the flavour of poetry
So the prayer for those who ‘share’ words of song continues …. with gift of harmony to you
In a little over a week I will be in Rio; visiting my daughter. This will be my 4th visit, so have over the years discovered some wonderful attractions. Of course there are the usual tourist sights such as the Christ, Sugar loaf and the beaches and all very lovely. I enjoy the city with it bookshops, cafes, architecture, parks, gardens and art galleries. I have enjoyed ‘discovering’ Brazilian artists and particularly women ; browsing the Poetica da resistencia aspectos da gravura Brasileira I came across this image by Maria Helena Veira da Silva (1908-1992) I am not sure that it is an engraving but Vieira da Silva who was born in Lisbon, Portugal did studying engraving with Stanley William Hayter (1901-1988) the English printmaker at the Academia de Belas-Artes or in Paris where she lived for most of her life, although she did spend the war years in Brazil; so I am hoping to find more of her work while I am there.