Temperatures and Temperaments

Making, Mother and Child


Each afternoon this half term week, I have been in the shop which on these bizarrely warm February days has felt a little frustrating. This time last year we were deep in snow and forecasts do say snow is still on the way. As much as the sunshine has been lovely it is a concern that the seasons seem upside down. We are seeing the affects of climate change first hand. Temperatures slowly rising is not a good sign.

The eldest had his first gig last Friday evening which was amazing to watch. It was surreal to see him very relaxed and easily able to perform in front of a small crowd. He currently practises on an electric guitar at home and when he rehearsed at school one of their bass guitars. So, he desperately wanted to visit the guitar shop this week and look at a bass guitar. It was an interesting lesson for him to look and not purchase. He didn’t want to leave the shop. Teaching him patience.

The youngest had a flurry of football related activities to start the week off school which I had thought would help the arrangements for child care but actually just added in the complication of getting him to and from each day. Ambitious and anxious to do well in anything physical, he overcame his first day nerves and enjoyed three days of soccer in the sun.

I feel like the last remaining grains of our Egyptian holiday have finally disappeared and I am fully back into the routines and rhythms of daily life. Half term was needed simply to break the rhythm. However, it isn’t a break. Logistically more complicated almost but we have had sunshine! When it is good weather I have a compulsive urge to be out in it. I think, because there is never any consistency to the weather in this country.

I realise I live with an artist, a musician and a sportsman in my tribe, all with the temperaments to match. Which I joke, is why I did a Psychology degree, to be able to manage all these personalities. Having said that, I maybe the most temperamental one, my own mood was drastically affected by the moon last week which I have never felt such a connection to before. I do think the elements, the seasons, the weather affect us. What do you think?

I am attempting to make little changes at home, using refills for washing liquid, washing powered, hand soap. Trying to buy things without plastic but I wonder sometimes how this helps. There is so much more I could do but it is hard to be consistent and to keep on top of. Do you refuse, reuse, renew, recycle? We were clearing out the shed and tidying up the back yard last weekend and my fantastic, not so long ago purchased, glass water bottle, was left by me in a place which was perhaps precarious. Despite it’s rather sculptural silicone wrap, landing on the concrete  slab  yard meant it  smashed into several pieces. I was rather upset about it for numerous reasons. Of course all my boys seem to think that if it had been plastic it would have been better!

We are awaiting several projects in the pipeline and so it is a matter of waiting to see what will happen. So the sculptor is slightly in limbo waiting and with one of his metal pieces needing lots of sanding time he has set to work on a collection called, ‘Broken Clouds’. Going to collect the eldest from the studio who has been helping the sculptor in the afternoon has meant I have seen the progress of this new creation. It has been more of an experimental one but also a return to resin again which the sculptor had decided to stop. You can almost smell the toxicity in the air on approaching the studio. I now understand why the sculptor is concerned about his health. I think the studio is probably the antithesis of my approach to our home.

I like this collective title ‘Broken Clouds’ as it links to our current concern with climate change but perhaps also a connection to ourselves. Is the weather reflecting society. Is everything broken? I don’t often think too far in the future but when I consider what the world might be like when my boys are adults and for future generations, I do hope we can start to fix things. I believe it all starts with us. We have to be the one making the change.

“The greatest threat to our planet

is the belief that someone else will save it”, Robert Swan.

All sorted?

Colour, Exhibitions, Philosophy

What a week, What a morning. Getting ready for the Amsterdam Showcase. The logistics of getting there started a few weeks ago when we discovered it was going to cost freight to take the sculptures across to Rotterdam on the ferry in the van. So after a re-think we had an experiment to see if the sculptures and bags would fit in my car. With a squash and a squeeze, all sorted. So we came to book the ferry this week and it was still going to  cost a lot to come back on the Sunday evening so we had to book two singles separately adding to the drama. All sorted?


‘Aphrodite – head shot’

A ghostly looking husband arrived down the stairs the other morning, I have forgotten something. What? Plinths! No way that the custom-made, 3 times 40cm plus size blocks will fit in my car or on a car rack (one of which we don’t have). So a rush out to the joiner and a quick sketch for an idea for a flat pack and 24 hours to make them, all sorted?

‘The Girl next door'

‘The Girl next Door’

It is a bitterly cold but beautiful morning. Morning of impending ferry voyage, Husband is poorly, I forget to cancel his dentist appointment. I am driving to school with the intention of then doing a last few jobs before I am without car for 4 days in rural village. Electric goes. Windscreen wipers jam on the car. Ominous sign. I take it to the garage navigating the round a-bout and busy junctions without indicators. Grumpy Garage Guy says, you’ll need another car. I stay calm. It’s booked on a ferry this evening to take sculpture to an exhibition. Sort it. (I don’t speak like that but I get the message across). Waiting at the bus stop with my toddler who is freezing I decided to take a taxi home. We have nervous energy waiting to see if the car can be fixed. The looming prospect of finding an alternative solution is getting to us. Phone Call. Car sorted. Relief. Off he goes in the car to see if the newly designed and made flat pack plinths will fit in the car. Finally all packed up, off they go. All sorted! An hour later I notice a pair of big male boots by the kitchen door….mmm, sure he put those there saying something about them. So I phone him, “Did you need your boots?” Oh no……I can sense him looking down at his feet (he is in the passenger seat, I must add) Good job I didn’t go in my flip-flops!

‘Mother & Chid'

‘Mother & Child’

These three pieces are now snuggly packed in my car on the overnight ferry to Holland. Husband on chilly crossing over the dark sea. Exhibition Overseas, here we come. Though next time we need to be a little more prepared and look into the logistics, the cost and the transport. Well,  I am snuggly sat writing at home. Quite relieved to have some time to gather my thoughts after a frantic week. When you are within your own daily drama thinking how stressful a situation is, it easy to forget everyone has their own drama or situations to sort. We rarely get everything in order, or all sorted out. It is all part of life’s daily flow. The fun is how you deal with it. Ah well, that’s that sorted then!