Sculpture on the trail round Trentham lake at Trentham Gardens.
I like a walk with sculptures. It seems a good way to see sculpture up close. There are various places where this happens in England. There is Grizedale Forest in the Lake District. Yorkshire Sculpture Park. The National Memorial Arboretum at Alrewas and many other places like the Angel of the North and at Crosby beach near Liverpool I think.
However there have been incidents where sculptures have been stolen. I think I remember a Henry Moore sculpture was stolen from the grounds of the Yorkshire Sculpture park a few years ago. The piece was made of copper I think and may have been melted down for scrap!
In amongst the fern leaves. My hubby created this glass star at a workshop a couple of years ago. When the sun is setting behind it the red glow of sunset sometimes lights it up. It reminds me of gum drops caught in jelly. The colours make me happy.
I think we shall book another workshop. I have an idea of us making some new pieces.
You took my hand, held it tightly. Dragged me up the hill to the viewpoint.
We stared across the tree tops, across the views of hills and valleys. There were old houses and modern warehouses where there used to be fields. It’s gone, you said, our youth and the beauty that was once here.
Remember when we had strength? When hills were virtually flat? When colours were bright and gaudy.
The trees were shorter then, we could see further. We used to hold hands and more. Now, we are lost, can our hearts stay forever together? The hill is steep nowadays. But we walk hand in hand.
Another month, the Earth has travelled another twelfth of its orbit round the Sun. Nights have started to get a little bit longer here in the Northern Hemisphere, shorter in the Southern one, and staying about the same on the Equator.
Sunlight heats the world and now more of its heat is trapped in our atmosphere because of the Greenhouse effect. Carbon dioxide and Methane emitted into the atmosphere are transparent to visible light waves but not in the infra red spectrum and they prevent heat being reflected out back into space.
I remember wonderful summers in the 1960’s, summer dresses, ice lollies. There was no hole in the ozone layer. We lived on a goldilocks planet where things were mostly comfortable. Now when you look at the graphs these years of the twentieth century have all been getting hotter, at a faster and faster rate. Stop and Think, try and help. Don’t let politicians bamboozle you with their hot air! Recycle, reuse, turn the heating down. Its up to all of us.
It’s rare for me to read a book from cover to cover these days, and apart from reading Asterix the Gail books as a child, I have never read a graphic novel before.
This book was a revelation. It taught me things about life in Iran that I could never have got from the media. I guessed at some of the political issues around Iran but didn’t know much. This graphic novel tackles the early life of Marjane Satrapi and how she was affected by the Iranian revolution. It is honest talking about how people and particularly women have been repressed by the regime. It made me think.
The illustration is clear and understandable, the text clear. It is well written and engaging. Difficult themes are tackled with some graphic images of war, but they are not excessive. The support, and sometimes lack of it, from family and friends is explored.
I was engrossed. I read it from cover to cover. Now I have passed it on to my hubby.
Rating five stars. (Even though I don’t do reviews).
It’s been a while since I painted this. It’s a cherry tree in blossom in the snow. I like turning trees into faces. When it happens that you can see faces in objects or photos it’s called Pareidolia. But if I create the pattern myself is it something else?
I may do some similar art soon. I will see if the idea appeals to me.
For Thursdays #bandofsketchers prompt curved . I couldn’t resist looking for curves on the net. I looked up Dance Curves and found some line drawings by Kandinsky from 1926. I sort of amalgamated the figure and the curves.