Tenho amor a minha terra
Quando eu estou longe dela
Fico triste que de noite
Eu durmo e sonho com ela
Só tenho encontrada nela
I love my land
When I’m away from it
If am sad at night
I sleep and dream about her
And find complete happiness
I agree with the poet; I love my homeland and enjoy going home, when I have been away. My daughter lives in Brazil and smiles at the adage ‘you can take the girl out ‘England’ but you cannot take England out of the girl’ I expect this applies to everyone who leaves their home whatever the reason.
She looks forward to parcels from home as much for the smells of home as the gifts.
I love the colours of these linocuts by Lyubov Popova (1889-1924). They are untitled from the portfolio Six Prints (c1917-19) which have watercolour and gouache additions. I would love to see them and discover how this works.
Popova was among the Russian avant-garde’s most important figures. Inspired equally by French Cubism, Kazimir Malevich’s abstract Suprematism, Vladimir Tatlin’s theories of Constructivism, and Russian folk art, Popova produced distinctive architectonic compositions in a range of mediums, from painting and works on paper to theatre design and textiles. It would seem that her use of relief techniques in Six Prints may have been influenced by her experience with textiles which at the time were often printed by woodblock.
My son-in-law is a beachcomber all he trawls the beaches of Rio de Janeiro at dawn with his metal detector looking for treasures. He has found some jewels and even found a particular gem when someone mislaid his wedding ring. However, it is mostly worthless trinkets, beer bottle tops and small change that he brings home.
At the end of the month he uses the cash to supplement his household requirements or mostly it is given to the homeless he sees on the way home as the sun comes up.
It would seem that also his hobby has attracted the interest of the local authorities and finds will be used in an exhibition to raise awareness in the issue of litter and the pollution of the beaches.
For the past few weeks I have been working on some items for a book to be shown at an exhibition. I have only recently ‘enjoyed’ the title ‘artist’ and it still sits clumsily; especially when required to ‘produce’ a piece of art. My best pieces are those that have have come from a place of quiet or even noisy spontaneity and on the back of an envelope.
So when I began these, there was a mixed feeling of hope and despair. On one hand the vital planning required for reduction prints and multi colour plates and on the other a diminishing sense of play.
However, not wishing to give up hope I carried on and the linocuts seemed to have a mind of their own.
As a result I have about a 10 works each with one redeeming feature, none of which were intended.
So I have entitled them … as a collection ‘ a bit of bricolage’
After a few days of annual leave, I returned to work on Tuesday. Welcome Week was in full swing and I was part of a team who make the freshers feel at home in the library; with talks, tours and general direction.
I also returned to my regular fortnightly art ‘class’ with the RGA using materials of our own choice we drew items with a holiday feel; it was good!
So for those at work or play may we have a rich and eventful Autumn …