Wishing you all a warm winter wonderland. I say this merrily as we are in Egypt for this holiday season 2018. Finishing off one of my best years in the sun! Thank you for reading and here’s hoping 2019 brings more sculptures, success and stories. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.
Having watched the film of A Christmas Carol with the boys, I am all for Dickens focus of family at christmas, peace and goodwill to all. However, I also watched an almost disturbing documentary about the origins of Christmas and whilst it was Dickens who cemented the way we celebrate it now into the minds of the masses, it also confirmed my disillusioned view of it all, with the whole mix mash of pagan, christian and consumerist ideas. I have had to re read and delete much of what I had written as it was all very ‘Scrooge’ like and sounding bah humbug which didn’t really follow my last post very well but in some ways as humans we do all fluctuate in mood and feeling and can sometimes be hypocritical. So I will refrain. We are all in states of flux and so here are the images from the exhibition: FLUX.
With the last exhibition of the year at The Royal College of Art now finished, we are ready to close shop and retreat a while. I think winter is important to rest, relax and refresh ready for the new year. Although I am not even sure time should be viewed like that.
I think this last image looks like christmas bauble. Though if you look closer you will notice it is full of rubbish and sweet wrappings. How rubbish and waste can be wrapped up in something, golden and dripping with delight. Not that I intended to end on that note. Perhaps, more a gentle remind and a pause for thought about the ‘stuff’ we ask for this Christmas, about the rubbish and waste we create. I think I till sound bah humbug. Not intended, Perhaps, Remember, reduce, reuse, is slightly more upbeat. Seasons Greetings to you all.
Relief. I didn’t make use of the fact it is also a sculptural term. It doesn’t stop though does it. Relief comes and then it’s back to it, there is no rest. The sculptor was back up again in the early hours to load the van and make the journey down to London. This time for an exhibition at The Royal College of Art. ‘Royal’ somehow makes everything sound more prestigious. We shall find out.
He is exhibiting new work which is an exciting theme and style. It harps back to work he made after university. More curvaceous, softer and less abstracted. It echos work of the 1900’s figurative sculpture but with a contemporary modern coating of colour. The germination of many ideas.
The pieces are to be exhibited alongside a huge range of artists in a large group show entitled ‘Flux’ which he has been involved with before. With two previews and various meetings alongside it’s another few days stay away and so I’m back in charge of the business and this time in-amongst nativity and carol concerts, festive songs and lullabies. Someone recently made a comment that these pieces reminded them of Mary (Mariam), mother of Jesus. There is no religious connotations to these pieces but it is interesting what it brings out in people.
At a time when the focus of the Christmas story gets lost in the chaos of consumerism, commercials and Claus I am trying to speak with the boys about the similarities and differences between faiths. What this time of year is really about and why. The other evening whilst having bedtime stories we were talking about the importance of Mariam, a righteous and honourable woman and an example and sign for all people. My eldest always surprising me, pointed out that we are all one family really, we are all brothers and sisters in humanity. Those were his words. How those innocent, heartwarming and important child-uttered wisdom’s get buried as we grow up and start looking at differences and divisions.
The sculptors work encourages these ideas of sameness and humanity. We all have a body in which we house our emotions and we share those same responses of anger, doubt, envy, fear, sadness, joy, love, hope. So at this time of year; for those enjoying the Winter Solstice and the ancient pagan Roman midwinter festivals, or celebrating festivals of light, or just because of the tradition of having up a stocking or those focusing on the birth of Jesus or the birth of a newborn in the family, finding out your pregnant, or for those mourning a loss, finding this time of year a challenge as we move through this season into a new Gregorian year let us remember the focus of family and unity and join together and transition in the emotions of hope and peace.
Just a quick post about the busy evening we are having. Our kitchen is the largest room in the house so is the place we can get jobs done. So this evening I have been wrapping presents for the festive season. Actually re-wrapping them as my husband had kindly wrapped them this morning whilst I was out thinking he was helping which he was, except I had a very creative theme going on in my head for them all. So whilst I enjoyed my creativity and wrapping the gifts, my husband at the other end of the table was making his maquette for the First@108 award. He was literally beading sweat, drilling and assembling but finally finished. My back was aching from standing for so long but we are now all wrapped up.
We are also in the process of writing the proposal and still have that to finish. Tomorrow my sister in law arrives from Egypt to join us for christmas time and this next week will get sucked into festivities with my family. I can’t for obvious reasons put up a picture of the maquette and although my present wrapping is an art form in itself and a funny story of ours I thought this sculpture, ‘family’ was appropriate for the holiday period. Time to spend with family, forgive family, and to remember that family is a gift more cherished than any material gift you give or receive.
My wrapping story, if you are interested and to cut a long story short is that I won a scotch tape gift wrapping competition in London which then resulted in a feature of my wrapping a garden gnome on a daytime TV show using a Scotch wrist dispenser device. The only problem was before I went on to the set live I was told I couldn’t say the brand Scotch I had to say tape. Of course, the main point was that I was there as part of PR to the Scotch brand. Well, I am still surprised I wasn’t dragged off. It would have been great if I had carelessly forgotten and said ‘scotch’ anyway but oh no I said se-lotape all the way through. The local TV news was a slight improvement, definitely not cut out for TV. I will stick to hiding behind a screen instead!