Silent Sunday
Sunlight reaches
darkest corner
kindness
This is a Silent Sunday post inspired by Mocha Beanie Mummy. Check out the rest of the entries using tag #silentsunday on twitter.
Saturday’s Supplication … May the …
Reflected basket
polished hope forward glance
remain empty
Saturday Centus …
Where is the E?
If only I could think of a way to climb to that cloud and look down on us trying to find a solution to this conundrum.
Friday’s Library Snapshot … Eric Ravilious
Eric Ravilious was killed on active service in 1942. He was an official Admiralty war artist, holding the temporary rank of Captain of the Royal Marines. In this official capacity he traveled to Iceland. The plane he was in disapeared and in the 1943 he was officially presumed dead.
Ravilious’ untimely death was a considerable misfortune for English design. At 39 he had already reached a distinguished position as a wood-engraver, a watercolour painter and as a graphic designer for industry.
Had he lived he would have had an impressive influence upon post-war industrial design for he had already bought fresh inspiration to the design of pottery, furniture, textiles and books.
1933 Engraving for a calendar for Monotype Corporation
Coastal defences 1940
The Wesbury Horse 1939
An Engraving 1927
Alphabe Thursday … M is for Museum.
M is museum; to be precise the Museum of English Rural Life ; where I work. I am a library assistant to the Librarian and Rare Book Cataloguer; in the Special Collections Department in the museum.
I work very closely with the rare books, their classification, preservation and storage. I also work with the researchers who come daily to the Reading Room.
It is a position I enjoy and celebrate daily in my blog and twitter.
Wednesday’s Wise Woman … Maria Bonomi
Maria Bonomi born 1935 is an Italo/Brazilian artist, sculptor, writer, curator, set designer, costume designer and teacher. She came from Italy to Brazil in 1946 and settled in Sao Paulo. She is the granddaughter of Giuseppe Martinelli the architect and builder of the first skyscraper in Latin America. In the early 1950s Maria studied art with Yolanda Mohalyi and Karl Plattner.
After graduating she worked with Livio Abramo (1903-1992) a Brazilian writer and designer of international acclaim. He was a long standing member of the International Left Opposition an organisation lead by Leon Trotsky. He had travelled to Europe funded by National Salon of Modern Art in 1950. His work was strongly influenced by European Expressionism emerging in Germany at the time.
Maria held her first solo exhibition in 1956 in Sao Paulo and in the same year received a scholarship from Ingram – Merrill Foundation and studied in the Pratt Graphics Centre Institute in New York. Then going on to study printmaking and art theory at Columbia University.
Back in Brazil in 1950 Maris attended an engraving workshop with Johnny Friedaender in the Museum of Modern Art in Rio de Janeiro. The following year she co-founded the Printing Studio with Livio Abramo assisting until 1964.
From 1970 Maria began sculpting and producing large panels for public spaces in Sao Paulo. In 1999 Maria studied for her PHD in Public Art System at the School of Arts at the University of Sao Paulo.
I not been able to discover much more about Maria Bonomi; She was considered in Elizabeth Bishop’s book ‘Brazil’ as a leading engraver, woodcutter and lithographer among Fayga Ostrower, Roberto de Lamonica, Edith Behring and Anna Letycia in the late 1950s who were who were contributing to the new abstract movement along with a minor school called neoconcretism.
100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups – Week#54 … Legacy
The effect or legacy of the Olympics will not last any more than the beautiful bloom on my hybrid rose or the froth of on my delicious cup of cappuccino. That is the absolute truth; nothing withstands the wrath of impermanence. For this reason we must enjoy and savour the experience and not attempt to hold it.
My only consolation is that; if I enrich the soil around the rose bush, prune its branches and protect it from the frost, it will bloom again. I can, with effort, make another cappuccino. But they will still be at the mercy of impermanence.
Weekly Photo Challenge … Wrong
Some graffiti from the favela Morro do Cantagalo, Mirante da Paz. Ipanema
This wrong ; an image that we do not usually associate with Ipanema and its glorious beach. While the tourists are given a birds eye view of the famous beach from the safety from the lift so the locals do not enjoy so many comforts in stead ‘they’ are seen as part of the the ‘attraction’ or a source of cheap labour this wrong.
Our library is being repaired, the project is enormous; a logistical nightmare. Each of the five floors is like a building site.
Our cataloging department has relocated from the ground floor to the fifth floor. It is not a convenient or happy situation.Every emotion of the last few weeks has been aired by me and my colleagues. I am and considered by most to be a balanced being; not bothered by much. But even I have found myself embroiled in the heartache of my work mates and looking forward to normality; ready for next term.
However, I have enjoyed running up the stairs each morning (up and down all day becomes a little tedious) even after an hour at the gym it has been a pleasant and solitary experience at the beginning of the day. So when I enter the office to be faced by the mournful souls who clearly do not share my sense of well being … I smile ‘to myself (remember laughing is not allowed)
On Friday having read in my yoga magazine, a good way to start the day in the office is to do a half lotus in your chair at your desk; I thought I would give it a go.
I twisted up one leg and then the other and promptly fell of my seat. Not a pretty sight; grovelling on the floor nothing hurt but my dignity; I hoped no one had noticed. They didn’t; the sad souls.
Shame, because it was worth a belly laugh.
Silent Sunday …
I will not pretend this picture is a work of art; it is the best of the bunch. This pretty sparkly, out of focus trinket represents a Saturday after a long week and a full and heavy heart … and now silent and Sunday
Empty silence
heart beats
life sparkles
This is a Silent Sunday post inspired by Mocha Beanie Mummy. Check out the rest of the entries using tag #silentsunday on twitter.
Coat Hanger Doll's House 