Weekly Photo Challenge Monument
Reading is my adopted home town; I like it and wouldn’t live anywhere else at the moment! Its no great shakes but to quote a dear friend ‘it ain’t no sin city either’
It is a very close to London; so many people commute there daily; while by the same token many people come here to service the shopping centre, hospital, university and the huge computer industry.
In a broad sense Reading is a monument to that!
It is hive of industry doing what it needs to …
Monday and on Saturday I learned …
I am back now from my wood ‘engraving’ week end … where I was reminded more than once it was not wood cutting! Furthermore it bore no resemblance to my previous attempts at pencil rubber cutting and more recently lino cutting. So there were some hard lessons to earn.
I was as usual the dunce of the class; all the other students had years of experience as artists and or teachers. Me, despite my wizened appearance was the new girl and green! Noting that I thought I was on a woodcutting course.
I was like a fish out of water; caring more about the temperature of the water for my green tea at break time!
I was already feeling a little vulnerable ; batting off remarks like ‘mmmm I like your style, its ummm unique’
I was fast running out of jovial retorts.
I was in awe of the other students who began and continued to produce delicate delights like feathers and leaves in filigree designs. Brown, spotted trout gliding down stream, a tiny mouse peeking from a lacework of leaves … a dolphin leaping from the ocean depths in a shower of tiny droplets of water.
The weekend went on, we began to print our works and experiment with depth of colour and shade etc.
It was at this stage I began to wonder whether me and wood engraving were ready for each other … the jury is out.
Silent Sunday
Saturday … off to the outback!
Today I go to Bishops Waltham, where I am attending a weekend wood engraving workshop. I have been looking forward to it; for lots of reasons apart from the obvious, learning something new is my passion. However; a day or two from the the routine is welcome; especially now as it seems since the ‘happenings’ of the New Year home has become a little too comfortable and tedious. I need a break!
So being away, learning a new skill will be good. Meeting new people will be positive.
There is one thing that I do find difficult when not at home. It is the tea making experience. I drink Chinese tea at regular intervals throughout the day; starting with white, then green and black as the day progresses. Sometimes I have a blend depending on the mood. I have different pots, cups and methods and a touch of madness verging on the obsessional! A pleasantry I am loathed to give up, even for the above mentioned fine attributes of leaving home!
Tea and all that it involves is not easy to plan; while I can pack a bag with clothes, toiletries, and workshop needs in a few minutes, I have agonised over the logistics of taking the tea making equipment for weeks (give or take)
I don’t have to worry about weight or space; it is an overnight stay, in a car 40 minutes down the motorway … not Timbuktu!
There is much to consider, will there be a kettle and water; do they have such things in Hampshire? And 80 degrees? Cup? Mug? Both? Which pot? Now theres a question. The tea; which? And how much? The questions go on.
So now I have decided …
One little pot without a lid, and a cup with more than its fair share of chips to be healthy (a representation of me I think) However, a pretty pair, a gift from a friend who had grown tired of its lid-lessness and chips. But they are a little piece of home (his or mine?) that fits snuggly with a few twirls of my favourite in a little bag!
Friday’s Library Snapshot …
I am not a librarian, my grade is that of a non-academic while I do not catalogue books. I do assist the cataloguers and get to handle the books as much and sometimes more. So I have the joys and not so much of the responsibility. It is a role I enjoy and reluctant to give up.
This week and for the last few years we (me and a cataloguer) have been working on a small collection of books we call the Parish Collection; They are books from the 16th and 17th century and from the libraries of three parish churches not far from Reading.
There are as you can imagine religious books and mighty tomes some too big for me to pick up let alone carry far.
Some although some are 500 years old they are mostly in good repair even though most of them would have been inconstant use in their day by the clergy men and parishioners.
This one I noticed as it is not in such good shape. it has been partially restored and is well protected now; it will last another 500 years or more!
It was the illustrations I enjoyed as I prepare for a wood engraving workshop this weekend I marveled at these delights.
Alphabe Thursday … U is for Umber and Ultramarine
I have previously discussed umber and ultramarine under the guise of brown and blue; but neither, I believe can be exhausted. As a printmaker I use ink daily particularly black. I am a new printer and reluctant to invest too much (money) at this early stage. So I have kept my palette to black!
That is of course until I was introduced to the possibilities of other colours and ‘extender’ when I attended a printmaking class at Artichoke.
My teacher showed me the value of ultramarine and raw sienna ( I know we were talking about umber but some how I confused the two and bought umber when I returned home) Nonetheless it was as if I had been set free (I was going to say from prison; but perhaps that is a little melodramatic) Like a dog with two tails I have been printing teapots, boots and bikes in varying degrees of ultramarine and umber.
Who knows what will happen when I find the funds for process yellow and magenta.
Wednesday’s Woman … Dame Laura Knight
Somehow or other I have overlooked this artist. I came across her quite by accident during our recent ‘collections project’. We have been working on the project now for several years to update the collections and make space for new stock. The item I saw was indeed had not been borrowed of late and not ‘meaningfully’ catalogued (not easily located on the catalogue) I wonder if it does deserve a place in our Special Collection where it will be catalogued fully. She certainly did make her mark and championed not just women artists but women workers in general.
Dame Laura Knight (1877-1970) was an English artist using all mediums not only in the figurative and realist tradition but she also welcomed the English Impressionism. I have learned that she was in her long career among the most successful and popular painters in Britain. In 1929 she made a Dame and a little later became the first woman elected to the Royal Academy since its formation in 1768.
In 1965 Laura Knight was the first woman to to have an exhibition at the Royal Academy. Although she was known for painting in the world of theatre and ballet in London she became better known for being a war artist during the Second World War. She was interested and inspired by marginalised communities; such as Gypsies and circus performers. It was her success, I understand, in the male-dominated British art establishment that paved the way for greater status and recognition for women artists.
I did find a little series of books in Special Collections; not about Laura Knight in particular but about war artists in general although the images are poor quality; Laura did write the introduction to the volume about Women.
She reminds us that women who were employed in the munition factories and those who were enlisted in the fighting forces were not prepared for the ‘grim’ circumstances. Saying that ‘ Not so very long ago to ride a bicycle in bloomers was not quite genteel. Women’s pleasure should be dusting the china and playing a few tunes on the piano. While their sisters, often in degrading conditions, slaved in menial tasks. Female mentality was not considered worthy of responsible business duties; and a professional life was almost closed to women. Opportunities of serious study was rare, from time to time certain forceful characters ignored public opinion, giving their wits a wider field. They and the women of the last war prepared the way for girls now found in every walk of life’.
She went on to tell some stories, one I liked of the engineering shop. Where you see girls with their curls bound in nets to protect them for the machinery. Many girls sat at benches filing and tooling delicate pieces of steel with exceptional skill. Overhead, a woman masters a huge crane. Nearby a ‘young thing’ bent over a lathe, sparks fly out as it whirls around. She concentrates intently as the metal she grinds must be true to two-tenths of one thousandth part of an inch. This particular operation is the most difficult in the making of anti-aircraft gun and until then could only be done by a man with eight or nine years of experience in the engineering shop.
She went on the commend women who have mastered abstruse sciences of radio-location and meteorology, who were not just responsible for the safety of the local community but for lives of all the soldiers, sailors and airmen.
I am sorry I missed this woman I look forward to seeing some her paintings in the National Portrait Gallery and the Royal Academy soon
Weekly Photo Challenge … Threshold
Threshold means point of entry or beginning; of which I have had more than my fair share in my lifetime. I am not complaining I have a a good, rich life and well rewarded. But it has not all been plain sailing. I have done the usual crossing of thresholds even been carried over a couple times. But as I near retirement age I prefer to keep the threshold crossing in small steps; turning a new page as good as it gets.




