Pin Board February '17 - the month in mood board

February, month of many family birthdays, began with the discovery of a wee sea-inspired gallery in Suffolk’s smallest town and wound its merry way via the Design Museum and its exploration of old age in the modern age.

Then continued via a Luisa Omielan's award-winning comedy wonderings on what’s what; past a child’s unintended wandering (resulting in an adult rediscovery). Before wending its way through the artistic process at the Margate-based Entangled exhibition; culminating in a Bowie-backed approach to creativity...

Why don’t you cover a big cork bulletin board in bright pink felt, banded with bamboo, and pin with coloured thumb-tacks all your various enthusiasms as your life varies from week to week?
— Diana Vreeland
February mood board 2017

Old age redesigned

The new old Design Museum now in Kensington featured a free exhibition in February - New Old - which explored “...the potential for design and designers to enhance the experience of our later lives.” The challenge: a rapidly ageing society. The aim: a healthier, fuller, more rewarding old age. The ideas: everything from “robotic clothing to driverless cars”.

Stumbling upon seascapes in Clare

Speaking of age, a visit to my poorly nan over her 80-something birthday weekend saw an impromptu stop at the Sea Pictures Gallery, a small contemporary venue situated in a jewel-box of a Georgian building in Suffolk’s smallest town. Specialising in maritime-inspired art from artists across the globe working in a variety of media this venue is a gem.

Tales of the unexpected - SEVEN artists did some Dada poetry

A way to uncover the creative. You need: some text and some scissors. Then: cut up and randomly rearrange. The result? A rejection of the irrationality of WWI according to the Dadaists. Or the embracing of chaos and it’s resultant creativity as demonstrated by Beat Generation writer William S. Burroughs and later David Bowie, who said:

You can get some pretty interesting idea combinations like this. You can use them as is or, if you have a craven need to not lose control, bounce off these ideas and write whole new sections.

Lion - found in translation

Remember that chilling childhood moment when you realise your mum is nowhere to be seen in the supermarket aisle then times it by a million million. Which is nearly the amount of train stations and tiny towns Saroo Brierley has to unpick to find his way home. This eerily Dickensian tale has a fantastical fairytale quality to it starring Google Earth as the breadcrumbs, the labyrinthine thread, the identifying locket.

Entangled: Threads & Making at Turner Contemporary

In Greek myth the Fates spun, measured and cut the thread of life. Over centuries spinning, weaving and other crafts came to be belittled as just women’s work - which as we know is never done. Cue an exhibition focusing on “the handmade and the processes of making itself” which “brings together more than 100 works by 40 women artists of 19 nationalities” all challenging “established categories of craft, design and fine art”.

The BBC airs Luisa Omielan's award-winning comedy show #WhatWouldBeyonceDo

What else is a heartbroken Single Lady navigating the wonky world relationships - where women are still told to wait for his call - in all-too figure-hugging lycra and an au faux spray tan to do when she finds that despite a first class degree she’s a 30-something Independent Woman living with her mamma? Make comedy Lemonade of course! The thrusting, squatting, panting dancing alone does it.

 

Pin Board '16 - '17 - the year in mood board

According to The Muppets “It is the summer of the soul in December”  - something easy to forget in the fairy lit flash of the fading year. While the world demands we get in a social whirl before bouncing into the damp squib that is January, brimming with joie de vivre, the bleak midwinter days beckon us to retreat and reflect.

Which is why I decided to do just that with Susannah Conway’s December Reflections photo challenge. A one-to-few-word prompt. A photo a day. Et voila: some revelations - like, I really should really write more stuff down - some resolutions (of sorts), and 2016 segued into 2017 like a slinky.

Why don’t you cover a big cork bulletin board in bright pink felt, banded with bamboo, and pin with coloured thumb-tacks all your various enthusiasms as your life varies from week to week?
— Diana Vreeland
December 2017 mood board

 

2016 was… fleeting

It just was wasn’t it? From David Bowie’s demise to Donald Trump’s rise, through Brexit confusion, poppy fascism (involving Cookie Monster), Willy Wonka cashing in his golden ticket, Team GB achieving Olympic glory, Wonder Woman becoming and unbecoming UN ambassador, Princess Leia laying down her hair buns and the unsinkable Debbie Reynolds taking her last voyage. Speedy. And a wee bit surreal.

My word for 2017 - embracing

Words are powerful. There are mum magic words, like ‘please’ and ‘thank you’, or pseudo magic ones like ‘abracadabra’. But the shinto concept of kotodama believes that words contain spiritual power. Indeed playwright Tom Stoppard reckons words are sacred and deserve respect. So how about choosing a word for the year? A kind of intention foundation. A compass to guide you through the Alphabetti Spaghetti confusion of life post truth. Whatever that means…

Best lesson of 2016 - write stuff down

Speaking of magic words write them down. Capturing thoughts and ideas on paper or laptop or smartphone anchors them. Obviously a pretty useful aide-memoire - as my inability to remember anything about 2016 bar political upheaval and celebrity deaths revealed - writing stuff down can be revelatory. Some writer once said she didn’t know what she thought till she wrote it. Ditto.

Best decision of 2016 - feed your soul

It’s easy to skimp on soul food. But it’s kinda like consuming life fast food-style. There’s no real nourishment. I used to think the stuff that made my heart sing was all stuff and nonsense: drawing stuff, collaging stuff, making stuff, watching stuff, visiting stuff. What was the point? Where did it get you? Except of course it gets you just where you need it.

Best day of 2016 - The Red Shoes ballet

Speaking of Powell & Pressburger’s 1948 film The Red Shoes choreographer Matthew Bourne said: “[The film] with its depiction of a group of people all passionate about creating something magical and beautiful … seemed to be saying that art was something worth fighting for…[it] asked us to take art seriously as a life-changing force: something that gives intense joy but also asks for sacrifices.”

My wish for this year

Don’t have a wishbone where your backbone oughta be.  A real jelly (as my mum would say) when it comes to speaking up this saying strikes a nerve. So my wish for 2017 is to become a wise-cracking whip-smart dame in the vein of screwball queen Rosalind Russell. Apparently she and old Cary Grant notched up 240 wpm in His Girl Friday - the movie norm is just 90...

Pin Board November '16 - the month in mood board

November started with a Halloween reading of Rosemary’s Baby, which I had watched, but never read, and which made my flesh creep and blood boil - again.  I did read Our Lady of the Forest by David Guterson which wondered what a Marian vision could do for a dead end town.

Talking of dead end towns Patrick Grant has been breathing a bit of life into British clothing manufacturing. I attempted to document my outfits for a week without showing my face for #SecondhandFirst week. Amanda Palmer - musical type and former statue - waxed lyrical about showing up and accepting help.

While the firemen in Fahrenheit 451 weren’t there to help, but burn. Books. I watched the play. Of the book. Which contained a lot more nudity than I was expecting on a Saturday afternoon at the theatre. Though not as surprising as seeing the guy from Jaws dancing in All That Jazz...

Why don’t you cover a big cork bulletin board in bright pink felt, banded with bamboo, and pin with coloured thumb-tacks all your various enthusiasms as your life varies from week to week?
— Diana Vreeland
November Mood Board

Our Lady of the Forest by David Guterson - the Virgin appears in Washington State

I once read that Marian visions were a European thing. The Americans go in for UFOs. But what’s an industrial ghost town full of lost souls to do with aliens? They’ve already taken over the motel and laundrette after all. In a pre-Trump era the mother of Christ urges her followers to build a church - the tourists will come and their town will be great again...

Rosemary’s Baby Read by Sex & the City’s Kim Cattrall for R4 - a Big Apple of an altogether different flavour

Not actually Roman Polanski’s baby - despite featuring one of the chicest hair-dos in cinema history - but Ira Levin’s. The plot: mundane-modernity-meets-medieval-magic on Manhattan's Upper West Side. It’s the 60s and evil is banal: the devil lurks next door, your nearest and dearest is the Hooded Claw and whatever you do hold onto your newly earned female emancipation - it’s going to be a bumpy night!

All that Jazz - Choreographer Bob Fosse’s autobiographical movie

The NY Times wrote: “He's a defiant Don Giovanni who's beaten not by the Devil but by a coronary occlusion.” Past, present, films within films, fantasy and memory. Flesh and blood women vie for attention while an ethereal Jessica Lange seems to be compromising him. The angel of death? Or “...the perfect companion to Mr. Fosse's projection of himself as a kid who'd rather die than grow up”?

Fahrenheit 451 - Ray Bradbury’s dystopian future where books are burned by firemen

A college production in a church-turned-theatre. A future where knowledge is suspect and “super-super sports” and “three-dimensional sex magazines” are king. Nat King Cole’s  Autumn Leaves played golden-oldie sadly as pages fell and leaves turned brown. Bradbury once explained: “‘Fahrenheit 451’ is less about Big Brother and more about Little Sister.” The banality of peer pressure?

The Art of Asking by Amanda Palmer - note to self: put it out there, build a tribe, then...

The creative spirit is the gift that keeps on giving asserted essayist Lewis Hyde. While Seth Godin said: “An individual artist needs only a thousand true fans in her tribe.” And a tribe is what the Dresden Doll and wife of Neil Gaiman has. In spades. She saw its power and put the work in - accepting their help is part of the gift.

Patrick Grant is ‘Making Clothes; Creating Jobs; Restoring Pride’  in the UK - via Creative Review

It turns out the tall tailored one off Sewing Bee is now: “[Combating] the wastefulness of ‘fast fashion’ and develop[ing] a socially-minded business, while helping to support some of the UK’s longest-established textile manufacturers.” Called Community Clothing the brand produces great quality but affordable basics as suggested by the CC identity - “...based on the CC41 utility brand used during the Second World War.”

TRAID’s #SeconhandFirst Campaign Tried to Get us to Change Our Shopping Habits

What if secondhand was your first choice? In my early teens I developed a Vogue eye-view of the world. But my budget was rather more limited. The answer? Jumble sales, boot sales and charity shops. Unexpected finds meant more inventiveness. Then I’d play at Brigitte Bardot or the Lady of Shalott. Now, I’ve developed a more ethical viewpoint and play at being myself - still secondhand fits the bill like a long evening glove.