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.
I have an almost insatiable appetite for chocolate at the moment…(always!). I am not sure if there is any proof that chocolate warms you up. There is just something soothing about it when you are cold. We have been in, what feels like arctic conditions and last week-end we were literally snowed in. The boys and myself that is. My husband had gone to Switzerland to meet a gallery owner and spend time with a friend. Switzerland conjures up images of snow, however it was warm. He didn’t bring back the sun but bars of gorgeous swiss chocolate. A lovely friend also gave me some chocolate, probably for the whole family but I am quickly working my way through it and in the shops it is the season for chocolate eggs. although the weather is not helping the ‘spring’ feel. My son had an ‘inventive’ egg decorating competition in school this week, it was a big thing for him especially as he was very aware of his Father winning a competition. So we had to have the ‘winning isn’t everything’ chat and that it is the taking part that counts. He constrained himself to the ‘egg idea’, drew a fantastic hen and made a magical nest which had six decorated eggs in. I failed in taking a picture of it as it was a mission to get to school in the blizzard. His teacher humorously asked him, ‘Which came first? the chicken or the egg’? He very promptly replied ‘The Egg’.
This Egg is the wooden under layer for the coloured painted eggs like the one I blogged about in ???? entry . Some people can remain the same old egg. Some people change. The grains in the wood make it look like an onion. Some say that this personal transformation work is like peeling layers of an onion. Interestingly, there are 7 layers of an egg which parallels the 7 stages of transmission in my husbands First@108 public art work which is in the early stages of being made large-scale for the Royal British Sculptor Society. Rather than the idea of birth or rebirth it makes this egg more about the layers within us. We can shed the layers of our past, the insecurities and doubts of youth and as we grow in age and wisdom but physically diminish. The smoothness of our outer shell reformed into a new shape. I personally don’t believe in the idea that we can be reborn but more that we are ever-changing, adapting, growing. We can change.
Some times things do just happen all at once or as though things are happening as they are meant to. Serendipity, just sprung to mind. What a word ! it means a “happy accident” or “pleasant surprise”. This is exactly what happened the other week when I was walking, with a friend in a place I usually run and we spotted a sign saying unit to let. After a few conversations and phone calls by the end of this month this will be ‘The Studio’.
Oh yes it snowed here again this week. Spring is surely nearly here? The sun has been out but it is still bitterly cold but so good to be out and about.
It’s very exciting on so many levels. It’s finally a space for the sculptures we have, a place to do the spray painting, a place that experiments can happen. Simply put ‘Space’. I also suddenly had visions of the sunnier days and the boys being able to play around here and a new place to spend time making and creating. Great timing too following last weeks news. We still have to sort out what happens next so that things can go into process for the ‘Evolution’ sculpture . For now we can focus on getting the studio ready. The studio we weren’t specifically searching for, great ‘serendipity’.
So the boys are either blessed or disadvantaged to have a father as a sculptor when it comes to making a snowman. However, I must say I have seen some amazing works of art posted on Facebook of what I presume must be parents constructions from the snow. The boys were given their little tasks or packing and tapping into shape. There was a little dispute over the hat choice. Wonder if you can guess who it was who chose this one, Father or Son? I think if we had been in a garden or field rather than a yard we may have had a more stunning result. It is also far too cold for the Egyptian though. This was impressive enough and is still standing. We did all ventured for a sledge afterwards and then warmed up with soup. Super.
“It’s so exciting” my boy said this morning, “isn’t it exciting, don’t you think it’s exciting, Mama”? He was speaking about the beautiful heavy falling snow. It wasn’t so exciting to start sliding on the hill home. So I parked at the bottom of the hill with a car full of huge shopping bags and then had to heave them up the hill with a toddler. However, it was a bit of an adventure. It was so exciting to go sledging with my eldest boy, just the two of us this evening after school. I wondered if he was overly excited but would get too nervous about doing it but in true child like spirit, he laid on the sledge and away he went. Fearless at falling off and eager to find the best positions. I suddenly had inspiration and got on to and then we were heading down the hill formula one style (almost!) It was great fun!
We got this through today, exciting! However, we are knotting ourselves up with nerves, excitement,hope and worry. I say ‘we’ as I feel I have been infected with anticipation. Gone, has the child like fearlessness. We are sledging into the unknown. If you are in London then do please drop in and take a look. After all, “it is so exciting”.