granny's grumble

Just been to Croatia - Hvar island -and it was amazing. We stayed in Hvar town. All the local people were nice and seemed actually pleased that we were there which probably means that the worst of Britain has not yet been there yet.We took a Time Out guide book that managed to mention that Blanch house hotel of Brighton will open there in 2008 but had nothing on Trogir which is a Unesco heritage town just outside Split obviously well known for its stunning architecture by the rest of Europe.Nothing against Blanch house which is a nice place but it is not even open yet.If you need a guide book ,buy one written by someone who knows something about stuff other than cool clubs and hotels.
We went to Trogir on the way home. The hotel rules included 'do not break up furniture' or 'make very loud noise at night' so I suppose a stag night or two have been there.
The portal of the cathedral is by a C13 sculptor that I had not heard of before called Radovan. We get Italian Renaissance thrown at us all the time in this country but there are people like Radovan out there who are equally amazing .It all goes to show either how ignorant I am or how ethnocentric our approach to art is in this country .
I always come home feeling how filthy this place is ( I include our house in this ), how do they manage in Hvar with no litter bins but no litter? No fast food maybe but mainly there isn't the slob culture of dropping rubbish.Probably the bin men come more than once a fortnight too.

preview

Private view. An exhibition of prints in a South London print gallery.We spent two days getting the stuff there and putting it up and it looks OK. There are so many images around to put on the wall now so why should anyone choose one of these? I will put one in my blog anyway.

Went to the private view of the Jerwood jewelery prize .Someone had made a necklace of thistledown and another from the outer edges of the 'silver pennies' of honesty seedpods with the seeds suspended amonst them . Amazing that people are sitting in little rooms making stuff like this and writing poems and stories still .It should hopeful but I am feeling a bit end of the worldish today so its not.

Oh to be in England

Back from teaching art course.Idyllic country house setting :bluebells, blossom ,birdsong ,walled garden with rows of seedlings and grass greener than green in the spring sunshine .It was the definitive England in Spring.Really over the top this year, in an alarming way ,if it was not so enjoyable.
The place is described as being a venue for multi-faith retreats and there were slight signs of religion like very rough towels and punctuality for meals requested but nothing too much.You would not go for the night life as News at Ten is as good as it gets . The writing group was bigger than the art .Maybe more people want to try writing than making art and it was advertised mainly in literary magazines.Most people were not in anyway beginners and were a bright ,interesting group . The standard was high.
K ,who went to carry my stuff really,actually enjoyed it and organised one of the evening sessions where we combined writers and artists .They met in a converted dovecote and he made some paper doves to fit in the blocked up holes in the wall.Each dove had a different translation of a Rilke poem from Sonnets of Orpheus which mentions 'doves falling down' written inside . One was in the original German. People chose them and read them aloud.This little mini installation sparked off a good discussion on the impossibilities of translation.
Really strange how once you become aware of something it pops up everywhere.One of the writers was South African and knew William Kentridge's work well. She said that the national museums there can't afford to buy his work anymore , which is ironic as the subject of his work could be said to be the new South Africa. Global capitalism swallowing all in its path.

going south

Spent a couple of days in Brighton last week and we headed for Hove Museum and Art Gallery which, if you haven't been there,is a good example of how to spend lottery money,some of it anyway.It has been restored with great care and presumably great expense to be a gallery mainly devoted to a Craft collection. I don't want to get into an art versus craft discussion but there is something deeply satisfying in seeing objects, that have have been made with painstaking skill and individuality, being imaginativly displayed .The temporary exhibition is Paper Cuts and includes, among some amazingly clever paper objects, a 7 minute animated film Shadow Procession by the South African William Kentridge which uses cut or torn paper sillouettes of an endless stream of people carrying their worldly goods plus objects such as gallows across the screen in the jerky manner of early film. It has an Ubu Roi figure in the second half looming out of the screen like a Goya colossus clearly delighted with the suffering he has created.The tradition of Hogarth, Goya and Daumier is alive and well.The croaky, nostalgic sounds of South African street musician Alfred Makalembe are played alongside and one might think whole thing thing might be using rather well worn cliches to rouse emotion, but the mixture of tragedy and burlesque works well especially if ,like me, you are watching alone in the small room in Hove.It made me want to discover more about this artist who was only known to me by his prints and drawings.In fact he is often quoted as an artist who was 'brave' enough to discover drawing again.You may have noticed that it was lost down the back of the sofa for many years. In other animations he draws each frame in charcoal and partly erases it so the traces remain .This resonates with stuff that I do so I intend to see more of his work.
Off to teach a course in Bath where we have not got quite enough people and I will report on that later.

my birthday thoughts

I don't like birthdays and it was mine yesterday.Champagne?Flowers? No ,a set of hooks that go over the door, to hang our coats on.Not quite fair ,he did get me some nice 'eau de toilet'.Probably looking for toilet cleaner at the time.Better than the year I got a fold up shopping bag. It's not the getting older, it's the 'enjoy yourself' bit.It is a day for reflection and a bit like New Years Eve in that there is that conciousness of time passing but I do not need to enjoy it too.A nice bit of fresh tuna for supper and me watching the Bill and him watching football in the other room was fine.Who am I kidding ? I would love to be wined and dined expensively but it would all come out of our one bank account so it would have to be someone else paying.I have had some brilliant birthdays in the past anyway.One day perhaps one of my offspring will be rich and sweeping me off somewhere.(rush of pigs wings)
At least we can hang our coats up.

getting old

This is my first blog on this site and I want to start a discussion on the way to get old without getting sidelined and patronised. One way is to have loads of cash of course , that would help in some ways , but these are some other thoughts: it also seems a good idea to keep up with what's going on in the world even if it seems completely naff - you are not left without anything to talk about to some younger people although if you have always have wide interests you will keep up anyway. It's no good trying to seem too young or it just looks pathetic but remember you probably know more than they do about a lot of things even if you keep it to yourself most of the time ,a buttoned lip is useful.
Don't think it's too late EVER to do something new. I get so angry when people say they are too old to change, it just means they have always been boring as far as I can see.
It helps to be really interested in something and I don't mean just family,it is better for everyone if you have a life of your own that you take seriously and give priority to except in cases when the kids etc really need help. Take care of yourself physically and mentally and don't think of yourself as old --when is old now? I hit 70 last year.
Dressing is more difficult because it's a fine line between being stylish and interesting to being a bit pathetic but don't let it all go just because it is harder to stay in shape.You still are you and need not disappear into that anonomous grey haired mass.(that is how I used to think of old people.
Stay feisty and don't get too nice and amenable because you think you have no status anymore in the big wide world. I know I am lucky not to have got ill - so many friends have and it is even more vital to keep up morale when you are being treated as a geriatric/simpleminded old biddie.
Any more suggestions or should we just curl up and die to make room for others and let the kids inherit? By the way I am teaching on an art course in Bath UK in April so come and learn to paint !