Monday 30 June 2008

Hard Rock Calling

It turns out it was only called that because it was sponsored by "Hard Rock Cafe"....
The music was not exactly rock, nor "hard".

Anyway, it was a lovely sunny weekend in Hyde Park, listening to Eric Clapton and The Police (with "full supporting bill", ha ha).



The Police is one of the few acts where you get to see some good shots of the bass player.... and I noticed he plucks with his thumb a lot, which I was taught not to do .... ah well ....

And there were pretty girls there...







and an amazing sunset


The weather was lovely .... what more can you ask?

Friday 27 June 2008

Various headlines



  • John passed his degree! A 2:2, which is very respectable (i.e. the same as I got) and I think reflects his preference for hands-on stuff over doing exams. Congratulations!

  • Annie has got her new, er, place? house? flat? maisonette? What are we calling it? The new place, anyway. But you all knew that....

  • Jamie is off to Rome for a week with Caroline!

  • I'm singing in aid of "Water Aid" in Southampton on Sunday 27th July, and in London on Sunday 14th Sept.

  • I got a pay-rise!

  • This weekend, Karen and I are at "Hard Rock Calling" in Hyde Park (Eric Clapton and The Police). Who needs Glastonbury?

  • I've taken a small lock-up storage area for surplus house "stuff" to go to.

  • My back is acting up at the moment. A bunch of cardboard-box-packing and lifting is probably not what it needs. I have to get it better in time to start my training for Dublin....

Tuesday 17 June 2008

Cycling down the Kings Road, I see so many faces

I've been cycling to and from work one day a week for the last three weeks. I reckon it's a 27-mile round trip (from New Malden to Euston via Richmond Park, Putney Bridge, The Kings Road, and Hyde Park. The route takes me right past Isis Close). I've been enjoying it, too.

Power Cut

We had a power cut at work yesterday. Apparently about 3000 buildings in this area were affected.

The first things we noticed were
  • no lights
  • no network connection
closely followed by
  • no coffee
which led to the decision to abandon the building.
Whereupon we discovered
  • no power to open the underground carpark shutter door
  • no lifts
  • traffic lights outside not working
but the clincher was
  • electrically operated flushes in the loos not working... yuck.
Thank goodness for battery-operated mobile phones and laptops.

Monday 16 June 2008

Cornwall

Our weekend trip to Cornwall was fab.





We stayed at a lovely B&B in the centre of Padstow, a real find, with free wireless internet, excellent breakfasts, and parking. Those who know Padstow will appreciate that the parking is pretty valuable. The place was really good, though. They had a cafetiere in the room as well as instant, and a pint of milk instead of those awful plastic thimbles. Just what you'd have in your own house.

Visiting the area around Padstow is always full of memories for me. I've been going there since I was six months old (apparently) and must have been there maybe thirty times? I remember the old shops, the old steam trains that went there, the dredgers, the old ferry to Rock where you had to get on and off using a plank. I've been there with my grandmother (I think), my parents, Adam, with my best friend from school (we cycled there from Bristol), with Mary and her parents and sister, and then with our children; and now with Karen.

Each time there is something different, and much that is the same. Now there is Rick Stein and the likes of "Presto Pasties" with spinach and ricotta fillings. I call that an improvement; the original pasties were always horrible. The Mashie Niblick at St Merryn is now "Ripleys", but the chip shop there is still the same.

The theme of this visit seems to have been pottery. We went to St Ives, and I learned that the artistic community that set up there had partly come in part from Concarneau, a connection I had not made before. St Ives was (and is) full of sculptors, painters, and indeed potters.

Pottery is Karen's obsession, and we found a shop in St Ives that sold the real thing. Real pottery by people that people have heard of . . . . Karen was wandering about going "I've got a piece by this person" about half the things in the shop.

And then we visited Bernard Leach's pottery. Wikipedia says of him:

"It was in Japan that Leach began potting under the direction of Shigekichi Urano (Kenzan VI) and befriended a young potter named Shoji Hamada. With Hamada, he set up the Leach Pottery at St. Ives, Cornwall in 1920, including the construction of a traditional Japanese wood burning kiln. The two of them promoted pottery as a combination of Western and Eastern arts and philosophies. In their work they focused on traditional Korean, Japanese and Chinese pottery, in combination with traditional techniques from England and Germany, such as slipware and salt glaze ware. They saw pottery as a combination of art, philosophy, design and craft – even as a greater lifestyle.


Leach advocated making utilitarian, so-called ethical pots over fine art pots. Thus his style had a lot of influence on counter-culture and modern design in North America during the 1950s and 1960s. He aspired to running a modern cooperative workshop which created a catalogue of handmade pottery for the general public. However, he always made individual pots which were exhibited as works of art."


The original workshop and kilns are preserved, and there is a gallery of works by more recent potters.


We also did the coastal path run from Padstow to Harlyn, in lovely weather. Unfortunately there was no surf.

Oh, and we saw some live music in Padstow. Two of the pubs had acts which consisted of a singer singing along to a karaoke machine. There is scope here for anyone who's not completely rubbish. In the end we found some people actually playing the accordion and singing, which was much better...


Friday 6 June 2008

Is It Art?


I had an interesting experience last night.... It was an NLP evening about cartoon drawing, and the use of cartoons in presentations.

Now I am definitely amongst those who hated art at school, cannot draw, and have never been able to draw. I am not kidding... I once wanted to make a tee-shirt with an apple logo on it (a reference to Isaac Newton, if you must know, not the Beatles company or the computer maker) and I had to go and ask an arty friend how to draw an apple. I had tried just drawing a circle, and it didn't look right.
I can remember at school being sent out of art lessons because the art teacher couldn't believe that I wasn't deliberately doing it that badly.
So my expectations of being able to draw cartoons were exceptionally low.


The method adopted by the presenter was to get us to start by just drawing a series of marks in a fixed way, without regard to what they might represent. We had to practice them several times, making them in a fixed order. "Just make these marks and don't worry about how it looks." The marks, of course, were the mouth, nose, eyes, ear, and so on, of a cartoon face. Having done this a few times, we then tried copying a few variations of different eyes, noses, hair, and so on.

The effect of this was entirely to remove any aspect of having to LOOK at something and then decide HOW to draw it. I found it not too difficult to make some cartoon faces, in a sort of mechanical way, just by following the process. And it was quite entertaining.

My first ever attempt.

The next thing that happened was that I had a sort of negative "but this isn't drawing" reaction. "I'm just making fixed movements. I might as well be drawing round a plastic stencil."

I got past this. Okay, it's not "art". I'm circumventing the challenge of being able to look at something real and draw it. What's left, however, is still interesting, enjoyable for me, and potentially useful. It's not an entirely mechanical process, because I can experiment with different shapes or positions of the various marks that I make and see how it affects the result, what different expressions I can generate. Which is sometimes quite surprising. I can see that, with more practice, I could soon learn to generate variations of my own.

I said "potentially useful". . . the presenter's main application for this is drawing cartoons while presenting some subject,as a way of making things memorable and interesting for the audience. I can believe that works.

The next thing that happened, though, was what convinced me there was something in this. I'd just spent half an hour making variations on a cartoon face, trying to represent male, female, happy, sad, surprised, young, old, and so on. Then we had a tea break, and I went down to the bar... and found that I was looking at people's faces slightly differently, paying more attention to their features. Interesting.

I'm wondering now if there's an analogy here with music, where what he did is like getting us to learn an instrument by playing a simple piece that's written down for us, whereas what I was asked to do in school (i.e. draw something I can see) is like asking a beginner who can't play an instrument to compose a piece and learn to play the instrument at the same time.