An excellent way to spend eight and a half minutes:
Andy Goldsworthy is an amazing, intriguing man, and it's great to be able to watch him work.
This is an evening for watching art programmes with my sister, and wishing there was more like the above on television now.
Another of tonight's highlights was a clip of Anthony Caro gleefully exclaiming of his Early One Morning 'And then, I painted it green!' - before the interview cuts to his wife saying 'Tony really has no understanding of colour. He's a form man. He usually lets me make the decisions about colour'.
(As you can see, Early One Morning ended up red.)
Sunday, 5 June 2011
Sunday, 22 May 2011
one hundred and twenty-seven
Best bit of advice I've read today:
'Don’t worry if you don’t marry the first dude you fall truly and deeply for because no one ever does.'
I will forget; it is impossible to maintain the intensity of emotions once they're past. I know this because I am already forgetting, and it terrifies me. Nothing is permanent, nothing - even sturdy rock can disappear with the wind or sea - but it is nice to pretend it is.
Even if that amounts to setting yourself up for a fall.
'Don’t worry if you don’t marry the first dude you fall truly and deeply for because no one ever does.'
I will forget; it is impossible to maintain the intensity of emotions once they're past. I know this because I am already forgetting, and it terrifies me. Nothing is permanent, nothing - even sturdy rock can disappear with the wind or sea - but it is nice to pretend it is.
Even if that amounts to setting yourself up for a fall.
Tuesday, 17 May 2011
one hundred and twenty-six
If I were to ever get a tattoo (sometimes I am tempted, but am so fickle that anything involving permanence freaks me out) I would want it to look something like this lovely little fox, a marginal drawing in Gerald of Wale's 'History and Topography of Ireland'.
(ps the British Library's online gallery of illuminated manuscripts in wonderful)
Saturday, 14 May 2011
Wednesday, 27 April 2011
one hundred and twenty-four
I just wrote a long(ish) email to a friend about why I don't much like the word lame being used to describe things that suck, and now my brain is feeling all tired.
o little blog, how i neglect you!
I very much like this song and video:
The odd, carnivalesque tune is so captivating. And that line 'remember how we shook shook' - rightly or wrongly - reminds me of falling for someone, and getting to know them (nudge nudge, wink wink, say no more).
o little blog, how i neglect you!
I very much like this song and video:
The odd, carnivalesque tune is so captivating. And that line 'remember how we shook shook' - rightly or wrongly - reminds me of falling for someone, and getting to know them (nudge nudge, wink wink, say no more).
Friday, 22 April 2011
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