Saw this in the pub a few days ago. I’m not sure if it’s antique or a reproduction but it has a feeling of something from the start of the last century. I liked the main shade surrounded by three smaller shades all held together by solid but delicately shaped metal. I wonder if it’s converted from a gas mantle?
I imaging its a considerable weight, so I guess it’s screwed into a ceiling joist. I didn’t think to look at the lights in the rest of the pub so I don’t know if it’s the only one there. Perhaps it’s from a reclamation yard? There are a few round here. Anyway it’s good to see old things about.
Music plays loud
Cool for cats, by Squeeze,
Atomic by Blondie
The Bee Gees
These are my era
Not house music
Stuck in the seventies,
Time goes by.
But my mind does nor rave,
Or throb to a heavy beat.
It dances and sparkles
Shimmers and grates.
Disco is in me.
Blogging seems to be all sorts of things. I follow poetry, science, history, art and all sorts of other subjects. I post pretty much anything I’m interested in. I try and write things that are interesting, sometimes short stories or poems, other times about my art.
I started out thinking it would purely be about painting and drawing. But I suddenly realised that I wanted to include more than that. My writing and grammar skills are not honed. I used to write essays in English or History classes, but that was on the subjects on the syllabus. When I got to Art school I had to write essays and a thesis, so blogging came slowly. I hope what I write is enjoyable or interesting.
Photo of Middleport pottery. The walls are stained with pottery clay. These buildings are now artisan studios. Make do and mend. Reusing old buildings rather than knocking them down. But it costs money to do that. Historical buildings are getting demolished, history is being destroyed. Old buildings that could be refurbished are sometimes left to rot. There is a place in Dudley, in the West Midlands, called the black Country museum. They have demolished old buildings, then rebuilt them on the site. Maybe my city should do the same. X
I recently came across this on Facebook and I have copied it to post here. It expresses a lot of concerns I have, not only about my land, but other places around the world. I don’t know if people are more threatened and bullied than in the past, or whether things are reported more. Certainly I do not have experience in my own life of wars, although I lived through times of conflict. Nowadays the ” media” seems to control life more than in the past. I’m thinking of George Orwell and his book 1984. I think we need to question what happens. Think about what democracy means to people, ask if some Men (and I mean Men) have more power than they should. So much to think about, but unsure how to make things better for people.
I’m watching a programme about the author George Eliot and I suddenly realised how different the world must have been then.
She took a man’s name so she could get her books published. She went from a deeply religious belief to someone who became strongly atheistic.
She lost her mother at age 16. She was self taught, and learnt a lot from being allowed free access to a local land owners library.
But apart from her history how was she influenced by the world? Modern history had not happened yet. No Einstein, no Marie Curie, no first world war, no one knew about the Universe, the world was not fully explored. No TV, radio, computers, no electricity supplies. How did people communicate except by letters and books. No telegraph. Travel was by carriage, or horse. The trains were only just being thought of. How would she have described the modern world and how it affects the life you lead. She was living through a changing era. The chartist riots were happening.
Women were rarely published. The books by Jane Austin and the Bronte sisters were only ones of a few women authors. If she had lived now, she could have written under her own name, Mary Anne Evans, not a masculine pseudonym. She took the pen name George Eliot when she started to write fiction, not the romantic novels that other female writers were creating at the time. She wrote books like the Mill on the Floss and Adam Bede and Middlemarch.
Because I put the post about my art on Facebook the editor of our local paper has contacted me. That was unexpected.
He’s possibly going to write a feature about the paintings. Now is not the time to get nervous (which I sometimes do).
Fingers crossed I can remember what was the meaning behind all the paintings, it’s a long time ago! If they do an article I will let you know.