Monday 2 December 2013

This is my Voki, but I can't get it to speak! http://www.voki.com/pickup.php?scid=9066913&height=267&width=200

Thursday 13 September 2012

Testing my capacities....


 This evening I shall attempt to embed. Ha! Than I shall have to remember for next time. So, here, I hope, is a link to a photo I posted to flickr several aeons ago. Let's see:My cool pic of the moon.

And I have uploaded the pic too to make sure I've got it right.

Video. Here is a link to one of my favourites, Murmuration.

That was all relatively straightforward. I even managed to add on a twitter gadget. I never use Twtter, so I advise anyone visiting not to follow me. 

 

Saturday 25 February 2012

Scaling down

At home helping the old folk "downsize". That word has been added to my most hated cliches list. Moving to a smaller place simply means throwing out a load of stuff. By now, I have already disposed of everything I didn't really want. We are down to the things nobody wanted to make a decision on. It is depressing.

Today I went through a box of photos handed to us after my uncle's death. We don't know most of the people in the pics, but throwing them away feels terrible. These were records of happy times, but they are totally meaningless to us. Is this what a life amounts to? Discarded photos?

Next, load Val's car up with stuff to go to the dump. I'm very thankful she has offered to help us out. It makes it easier to get rid of the vestiges of my student life, the discarded works of "art", the disintegrating relics of my teenage years. I don't want or need them. They've been mouldering away in my parents' boxroom for 30 odd years. And time has not treated them very well. Pictures are faded. Posters are dirty and dusty. A pile of rubbish, but sentimental rubbish.

Tomorrow I have to get the "good" stuff ready for the charity shops. I have to heave it all to the garage so that someone can collect it all on Monday. What remains after that will be put into 3 boxes, and transported to my home.

Please, can somebody remind me not to let this happen to me at age 76?  Remind me to continually "downsize". Remind me to get rid of the stuff I don't need, and pass it on to people who can use it. This downsizing is too sad,  too pointless and too wasteful.

Monday 13 February 2012


Last week I went to see the Primaires, Rouge exhibition in the Marais. Cécile, a friend and neighbour, had some pieces in the Galerie Collection, near the Musée Picasso (Closed for renovation just now!)  I was reminded of Louise Bourgeois' work. I suspect the redness was the main reason, but she worked with embroidery and textiles too.





I enjoyed the show, and left with my cultural batteries charged.
Cecile Dachary, Air


There seems to be a meme of art work inspired by the human anatomy just now. Some of it is disquieting, some ethereal, magical or just plain weird.



Raija Jokinen


In 2007 we went to see the plastinated bodies exhibition in San José. One of the exhibits was the human nervous system, separated from the rest  of the body. It was extraordinary,  and quite beautiful, but a bit worrying at the same time. The emphasis claimed to be scientific, but the beauty of the body could not be denied. I prefer the pure art work, the embroideries. It worries me a lot less.