tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62195958969075909542024-03-12T23:26:56.600-07:00when you're strange...strangelordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10027323545577269585noreply@blogger.comBlogger41125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219595896907590954.post-91253457789482096032014-05-05T07:44:00.001-07:002014-05-05T07:46:49.850-07:00The slow, slow progress of the work in progress...This one doesn't quite take the title of art work taking the longest to completion (that honour goes to a painting which took TWO YEARS! Whilst in no way looking like two years worth of work), but it's one I've been dibbing in and out of for a while. I don't think I've quite picked up momentum yet. Also I keep getting side-tracked by the rediscovered ability to knit, by fabric flowers (they are just so quick -almost instant gratification!), and thinking I am a seamstress. I am NOT a seamstress. I am embarrassed to show my attempt at a <em>very </em>basic top.<br />
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(It just took me an ashamedly long time to figure that Blogger had decided it was no longer compatible with my browser, and that for that reason it didn't want to upload these pics. I am not made for the internet. I am of a simpler time. There goes my bank holiday...!)strangelordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10027323545577269585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219595896907590954.post-14468608041208843452014-04-22T11:56:00.000-07:002014-04-22T11:56:32.276-07:00We need to chalk...So far since breaking my candy fast I've indulged in 2 sour apples, a pear drop, a foam shrimp and a foam banana. And a teeny tiny bit of Alex's Easter egg (he didn't get me one!) It's funny how now sweets aren't banned I'm not even that bothered!<br />
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For the few days before Easter, Mother dearest and me went to Spring Harvest at Skegness <a href="http://www.springharvest.org/">(more info here!)</a><br />
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Basically it's a Christian festival (not quite like the one on 'Peepshow' as my charming husband suggested!). Mum used to take us as children, and the last time I went was when I was like 15 (that's 17 years ago!!!). We had the most amazing time, and if anyone wants to know more about it I've got loads to tell...<br />
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Anyway, the main reason I'm blogging is that one of the myriad experiences on offer was an abstract art workshop (I simply had to!). I didn't know what to expect, but I like the idea of exploring spirituality through art (without wanting to insult the many greats who have done so in history -far, far better than I ever could!).<br />
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We were hosted by Chris Gilbert 'The Art & Soul Man' <a href="http://www.artandsoulman.co.uk/Site/Introducing_...html">(Chris' website)</a>, and the brief was...brief! Taking the theme of the day which was 'The Holy Spirit', we were given a choice of 3 different media -paint (too messy -I was wearing my bespoke eyeball dress), cut paper (I'm always cutting and sticking anyway), or pastel -and were let loose to give visual representation to what we'd learned, encountered and been inspired by over the preceding days.<br />
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Our studio: a darkened Butlins cabaret bar. My easel: a spot sprawled on the floor, half-on/half-off the plastic sheeting barely protecting the venue from getting too grubby for the next workshop...<br />
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And so I played! I realised I hadn't run riot with chalk pastels since my art foundation course 14 or 15 years ago. Although the results seem to me more aesthetically pleasing than any of the automatic drawing/mark-making to music attempts of my college days, I not sure that they are quite masterpieces. Kandinsky's crown isn't exactly being contested just yet...!<br />
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So this was my first effort. I'm concerned on reflection that the little crosses/figures look a bit more Blair Witch than Biblical...</div>
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This one is definitely a mountain. I am not sure why it is pink and purple (maybe it's heather?!) Or indeed what the bits flying off it represent. Mum said I could sell it -she's always been artistically challenged bless her!</div>
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I remembered my GCSE art teacher saying that if you look at something in the same way for too long you can lose sight of what it actually looks like, and a good way to see it with fresh eyes is to look at it upside down. So I wondered if my scribblings might look better another way up...</div>
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And then there's the whole exploring psychology through art thing. I think we'll leave that idea on hold just for now...!</div>
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I am a woman of very few vices. I haven't drunk for over 3 years, I hate gambling (I even had to think about how to spell that!), I usually choose the low fat options. I am neither as 'Rock', nor as 'Roll' as I like to pretend I am. So it appears that taking away my sweeties is denying me the tiny pieces of sugary decadence I have left! A Strangelord without sweets is a picture of misery.<br />
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I'm not like a normal girl (in quite a few ways actually!) -I can take or leave chocolate. Confectionery heaven for me is a nostalgic boiled sweet -cola cubes, sour apples, rhubarb n custard..., or jellies (although controversially I'm really not that bothered about Haribo). Give me midget gems or sports mix back before they changed the black ones from liquorice flavour to blackcurrant, and I'm yours! Or pretty much anything from Swizzels Matlow. Parma Violets are a bit weird though, aren't they?!<br />
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So to get me through the next week of my Lenten abstention, I've made do with perusing Folksy for these candy-coated concoctions (of a craftier variety).<br />
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<a href="http://folksy.com/items/5029752-Peppermint-candy-porcelain-earring-ceramic-earring-Ceramic-jewellery">Peppermint candy porcelain stud earrings by SillyRice</a></div>
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So, when the urge to scratch that creative itch returned a couple of weeks ago, I was in need of minimal planning and instant gratification. The ideal opportunity to crack open a lovely gift from the gorgeous Stacey Leng (she'll always be Grimey to me).</div>
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Part of my Birthday gift was a DIY bunny kit by <a href="http://www.sassandbelle.co.uk/">Sass and Belle</a>. It'd been stashed in my craft cave ever since, but it seemed like just the thing to ease me back in.</div>
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In my head I believe I'm part 8 yr old, part elderly lady. A few months back a sweet lady came to speak to us at my church ladies group (punk as) from Samaritan's Purse UK, one of the charities that appeal for shoeboxes of gifts for children in deprived countries (<a href="http://www.samaritans-purse.org.uk/">Operation Christmas Child</a>). So inspired was I, that I now cannot go on a shopping trip without looking for multipacks of childrens' toothbrushes, notebooks, crayons, you name it. I've even sorted through my hoards and been able to salvage some unopened trinkets, and I've become a dab hand at origami gift boxes. </div>
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Almost 18 months ago now my life got extremely busy. And all my making energies were channelled into cross stitch invitations, lavender heart favours, fabric flower table centre pieces, bridesmaids' hair ornaments, bunting, drilling plates to make tiered cakes stands (it seemed like such a good idea at the time...!), a brooch bouquet, playlists...and all this alongside trying to make myself radiant (thank you Elemis) and sadly at times my husband-to-be's life a misery! I wish I wasn't such a control freak! I found it hard to entrust any tasks to anyone else.<br />
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So anyway, it kind of meant putting my personal creative dalliances on hold to choreograph and perform in the event I've dreamed of every day of my life. And now the dust has settled I can safely say it was worth it.<br />
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My fingers have just about regained feeling from so many marathon hand-stitching sessions, and I've ventured into my craft cupboard once more. It's comforting to get collaging again, so hopefully soon I'll be able to share some works in progress. <br />
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Still as strange, but now an Edwards-Lord.<br />
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This however, cheered me up no end.strangelordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10027323545577269585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219595896907590954.post-43071369162581152972012-05-29T14:40:00.003-07:002012-05-29T14:42:27.024-07:00Girly with an edge......is kind of my thing.<br />
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Here I am not only modelling for you the cheerful golden yellow we've painted our lounge (which makes me smile whenever I look at it), but more importantly my lil' cocktail-hat-cum-fascinator I made at the marvellous Button Tin with Gemma Nemer almost a month ago (see my post <a href="http://strangelord.blogspot.co.uk/2011/05/on-button.html">on the button!</a> for when I went last time). And my, how time flies...</div>
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I have these ideas about other people, like that if one area of their life is perfect, or seems perfect, that must mean that everything about them is the same, even though I know this isn't true. And it means that I have to try and compete. I know people who are super-fit, but are complete flakes. I have friends who look amazing, but spend little time or effort on anything other than their appearance -hey, everyone knows that people with perfectly painted nails spend waaay too long sat still doing nothing (and clearly can't do DIY!) Some people have the most exciting social lives, but live in pits and exist off beans on toast. Others seem to have everything, but I pretty much know it's been bought on credit. I know this is the reality -that other people don't have extra hours in their days, or super-human energy levels (I have a skewed view of this because I've always been a sickly child, a wilting flower), but I want to be perfect at everything.<br />
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An immaculate home<br />
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To be nice to everyone (I know I'm not!)<br />
To make maximum effort at work -and enjoy it!<br />
To have a social life others envy (and no, I won't take photos, because I'll be too busy having fun!)<br />
To still have time to be creative, and successful at it<br />
To blog more than what seems like about twice a year!<br />
To promote myself<br />
To exercise and not hate it<br />
To keep up with current affairs<br />
To read<br />
To remember things I've read/learned<br />
To know what the heck I'm talking about -ever!<br />
For my clothes to never be creased, my wash basket always to be empty<br />
To never have a hair or a thread or anything out of place<br />
To see family<br />
To see friends<br />
To spend just the right amount of money<br />
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I think my quests for order and perfection -not only fuel my crazy, but are also behind my collaging, collecting, assembling, arranging fixations. Taking disorder, the discarded, and making into something unified, composite, harmonious even. Like when I've cleaned the house from top to bottom and can smugly sit back -until I find something else that absolutely needs to be done.<br />
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You may remember my every-so-often 'I need to paint more' ponderings.<br />
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Last weekend I went to London for one of my oldest friends' (old as in long time, not old in age!) Katherine's birthday.<br />
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As I waited for her to meet me on her tea break, to provide me with keys and a map to her cute little flat, I pretended to be posh and wandered around Selfridges on Bond Street, practically drooling my way around the food hall, and receiving my fortune from the 'Word-a-Coaster' which currently dominates the Orchard Street window.<br />
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Apparently all the fortunes are unique, just like ours really. And although I am dainty, but far from light-footed, I think I'll be saving my little piece of limited edition, numbered art!<br />
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Saturday saw us visiting Tate Modern for the Yayoi Kusama show, and the theme of balls, or dots, continued.<br />
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Her more recent painting remind me of aboriginal art. I was both impressed and envious of her friendship with (hero) Joseph Cornell -he donated her with collage materials and even gave her gifts of his own work -some of which was displayed (I reckon I could have slipped one into my bag!). Balls of an entirely different variety featured in her 1960's 'happenings' -the 1967 film <em>'Kusama's Self-Obliteration' </em>was shown, the climax of which was writhing bodies painting each other with dots and descending into what can only be described as orgy. Kat and I showed exactly our level of maturity as we could hardly stifle our giggles. And I call myself a Fine Art graduate!</div>
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It may be because my fragile skin has been chapped beyond recognition by the biting Netherlandish air. Never have I felt cold as such experienced when trekking through Amsterdam in a blizzard between Waterlooplein and the Van Gogh Museum. Snow <i>can </i>be horizontal and razor sharp.<br />
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Alex and I only ever seem to holiday when and where it's freezing cold. Often in February around the time of his birthday. I don't know if it's because it's exactly 6 months away from my birthday, so gives me something to brighten the winter months, or if it stems from my distaste for overly hot weather -my Mum is still highly amused by my behaviour on a holiday to Italy in an August heatwave, during which I turned 17. I spent the majority of the time either at the shower block or beneath a parasol. The day we visited Venice I was positively wilting! Or if it comes from my confusion about and misunderstanding of why my fellow Brits seem to vacate our fair Isles at the time of year when our own weather is at its best...?<br />
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Our February trips have included Paris, Whitby and Glasgow -the latter is a close contender for coldest holiday ever, and if it wasn't for a kindly IMAX manager sharing the last taxi running, we would have been stranded, yet again in a blizzard -do you see the pattern emerging? -and quite possibly perished from hypothermia.<br />
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Unfortunately on the latest trip, the climate rendered me incapable of either removing my gloves, or pausing to take many photgraphs of the surprisingly beautiful (I didn't know what to expect!) Amsterdam. But then, at least I'm not the sort that believe if a photo wasn't taken it didn't happen. Memories count more than a million bunches of megapixels.<br />
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I also had no idea that Amsterdam was such a destination for deliciousness. I'm no great adventurer, and I swear by my DK Eyewitness Travel guides. How terribly mainstream! And this time we went as far as to eat at 2 restaurants the guide recommended -and weren't disappointed! Fondue and entrecotes at Cafe Bern were the ideal way to thaw out two tremoring travellers.<br />
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I also went quite mainstream (for me) in my enjoyment of the Van Gogh Museum. I can be a bit snobby with my art when I want to be, and deny my enjoyment of the artists the world and his dog love, but I have to say, a desire to paint again has been ignited (I recall feeling similar stirrings but a couple of years back-<br />
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The inspiration is the Surrealist 'exquisite corpse' -like that old parlour game we all played as children. Players fold a piece of paper and take it turns to each draw a section of the body, resulting in fanstastical beasts, horrific chimeras or comedy gold.</div>
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I will re-attach the lids to the boxes, and fix the boxes together, for a result almost like when a magician cuts his assistant into half or three. I always thought 'My Glamorous Assistant' would be a good name for a band. My friend Natalie used to be a magician's assistant. She could tell you some stories about that... </div>
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'You bite your nails? Its a bad habit. People always tell you that the eyes are the windows to the soul. Bullshit its your hands, thats the sign of a gentleman.'<br />
-<em>Robert De Niro in Alfonso Cuaron's 'Great Expectations' (1998)</em><br />
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If memory serves me correctly I saw this film 8 times at the cinema. Very clever use of colour, addictive soundtrack (look for 'Like a Friend' by Pulp on Spotify), and the strange and captivating artwork of Francesco Clemente, that is the real star.<br />
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I've been working on ideas for a flyer for my Step Mum, who is considering setting herself up doing reiki -which to my understanding is energy from the hands (I am probably very wrong about this!) -hence my doodled hands with rainbow glowing fingertips.</div>
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A healthy hand has five digits, and five is a good number. Stylistically I always think odd numbers look better than evens, which I think may be part of why I've become a bit fixated with drawing rudimentary hand shapes at the minute. I like the way my hand/trees turned out (see previous posts).</div>
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I maintain that 'Hand in Glove' is one of the best songs ever written.<br />
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What a ridiculously, hilariously bad film 'Creep' is. If you haven't seen it, the monster is called 'Craig'...and it gets worse...(come to think of it, I have known some monstrous Craigs in my time...)<br />
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The second thing I was reminded of is how much I adore and admire Tracey Emin.<br />
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I didn't mean to emulate her when I was at art college, and I did get slightly offended by comparisons, I mean, I'd never leave my bedroom in that state, the Monica that I am these days, but looking back...<br />
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</div>strangelordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10027323545577269585noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219595896907590954.post-1834632681732045232011-10-03T13:28:00.000-07:002011-10-03T13:30:35.979-07:00arty cats (or avatar adventures)Gosh, has it really been this long? It's terrible I know! I have been busy though, what with turning 30 and hosting <em>the </em>biggest party since I was 8 and demanded a 'present tree' (I got the idea from a book -how many 8 year olds do you know who own party planning books?!)<br />
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In getting back to normality and realising I'd neglected my artisitc endeavours, I discovered that a cushion I was pictured holding in my avatar on Folksy had since been used as a kitty-comforter a little too often. Probably shouldn't sell it then!<br />
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Instead, I thought I could share with the world my brand new Aladdin's cave of an art cupboard, so I fluffed my hair, made sure my fingernails were clean, and set about posing as the ever-suffering Alex took pictures.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It appears Casper has missed out on being involved in art recently also...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So very helpful! He's lucky I didn't glue him to my collage. Tempting...</div>strangelordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10027323545577269585noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219595896907590954.post-17943777652598739852011-06-06T12:45:00.000-07:002011-06-06T12:45:48.035-07:00Thinking Inside the Box.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My latest work in progress got me thinking about my penchant for putting my ideas in boxes, and how it all began.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">More recently I've been challenging myself to branch out from my fine art student 'art for art's sake' mentality to create things that whilst still arty, have a function -hence the little trinket boxes as above.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">But it's not all about functionality. It's memories of my jewellery boxes as a child, especially the one with the plastic ballerina that played 'Some Day My Prince Will Come' (he did by the way, after a heck of a lot of frogs!). It's like my mum's pewter 'treasure chest' ornament, which I broke by filling with beads and burying in the garden. It's my plastic vanity case which when I was a kid housed a toy hairdryer, brushes and curlers -which I punked up when I was about 17 with stickers and a snakeskin lining.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Boxes conceal, but also protect. And for me there's something really lyrical about a box and the secrets inside.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">People who know me know I've always been a hoarder, and that nothing has changed now. When I was on my art foundation at Doncaster College my workspace was nicknamed by a fellow student Karen 'the table that taste forgot', owing to the multifarious bits of junk I'd gathered up from home and brought in to serve as my muses -hideous dolls from Mega Girl lucky bags, seashells, my pearls from when I was a bridesmaid, dancing medals, beads, bits of Barbies, ornaments inherited from Grandma...the list goes on.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I went two, if not three times.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">There is real magic in this reclusive, self-taught artist's aesthetic -the dream-like juxtaposition of images and objects.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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So Joseph, you fight for that special place as my most favouritist artist -rivalled only by Hans Bellmer, Max Ernst and lovely Tracey Emin.<br />
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And I now, and forever will remain a boxy lady.<br />
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Stay Strange xxx<br />
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(thanks to <a href="http://www.ibiblio.org/wm/paint/auth/cornell/">http://www.ibiblio.org/wm/paint/auth/cornell/</a>for the Cornell images)<br />
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Finally found the chance to tell you all about the fun Stacey and I had a few Saturdays ago at The Button Tin, the quaintest little craft kiosk imaginable. And in good old Rotherham of all places!<br />
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</div>The lovely and talented textile artist Gemma Nemer opens up her personal workspace to deliver workshops 'with a vintage twist'. Her ethos is all about keeping alive traditional fabric crafts, and re-using and re-working reclaimed materials -a girl after my own scavenging heart!<br />
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I'd planned to give the end result away as a gift if I didn't like it. Being a perfectionist I can't bear to look at something I feel I've made badly, but I worked so hard my eyes were crossed and my fingers were numb! And the clashing fabrics I'd chosen, which initially we weren't sure about, looked just so cute together. <br />
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I've also been fairly prolific with my creative dalliances. I think it's the impending pressure of the Summer shows coming up. I've just had 2 pieces accepted for Bury Art Week. I haven't shown there before so am quite excited. Then there's the Great Sheffied Art Show, which is pretty much the highlight of my year. I'm hoping to submit four or five pieces for selection next weekend (haven't quite decided yet), so I'll have fingers and toes and all other appendages crossed, and hope you will on my behalf also!<br />
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I've recently reprised my doodled trees motif and am quite pleased with the result.<br />
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I'm not going to put this in my Folksy shop just yet, as I think this is one of the pieces I'll submit for GSAS.<br />
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Who knows, maybe if I keep working this hard I'll treat you to a post about a wonderful little workshop myself and the lovely Stacey Grimey-Grime participated in this weekend.<br />
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What busy-busy bees!strangelordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10027323545577269585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219595896907590954.post-39609592343242295472011-02-28T06:02:00.000-08:002011-02-28T06:02:19.332-08:00grey matters.I've realised lately I just love grey. Not the most exciting of shades, often used to describe something, or someone dull and boring.<br />
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Picking my outfit this morning, and pairing a cute but simple loose grey top with a crochet detail neckline, with my pillar-box red jeans, got me thinking about why.<br />
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Maybe its the sky at the moment, or the industrial landscape I've been growed-up in. I can't get enough of dove-grey eyeshadow to bring out the brown-ness of my eyes, my Bella Swan-esque cable knit gloves, the trusty grey stereo-print hoody my younger brothers covet, nonchalant t-shirts, thermal tights (much less harsh than opaque black), stonewashed grey denim...the list goes on...<br />
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I much prefer a grey suit on a man to a black one. One day I hope to decorate my boudoir like a stark, grey side-ward in a lunatic asylum. Serious!<br />
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Grey goes with everything, whether spangling up with sequins, metallic knits (like my favourite metallic grey cardi which, you guessed, I can't get enough of!), or gold or silver jewellery which match equally well, or clashed with neon when I like to pretend I'm a bit street.<br />
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Lavendery grey is the perfect contrast to the pastels I often paint in. Grey tones in my collages I feel make for evocative subtlety.<br />
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I was afraid of colour for a while. Not in my dress sense you must understand, but in my art. A tutor tried to teach me about colour theory, and advised me that a particular hue should never be selected unless there was a reason, or something symbollic to justify it. I evaded that one -and for a while stuck to a limited palette of black, white, blood red, pale pink, pale yellow and grey. Fortunately I found kitsch, otherwise my aesthetic may have been entirely different!<br />
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<a href="http://www.folksy.com/items/1288961-Shades-of-Grey-Hair-Pins">Shades of Grey Hair Pins by Bina Geyer</a><br />
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Starting to get strange-ified.strangelordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10027323545577269585noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219595896907590954.post-82376426699650629662011-01-08T07:29:00.000-08:002011-01-08T07:40:43.265-08:00Sweet Sentiment.We're a lovely bunch over on Folksy. A mutual appreciation society for all things crafty. And I relish a bit of encouragement as much as the next person.<br />
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I was in touch with the smashing Sally from 'Sweetly Wrapped' recently, and was overjoyed, not only to receive lovely comments, but also this super-kind offer...<br />
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I arrived home from work yesterday and couldn't have been more thrilled to receive this package. These weren't just any bits and pieces, this was a veritable treasure trove, which I cannot wait to incorporate into my next pieces...!<br />
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Until then, you really ought to check out her little Folksy corner shop where she offers such delights as this popping candy card wallet, making spending so much sweeter!<br />
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Trawling the chazza shops is a hobby I inherited from my Grandma Lord, who I am realising I am becoming more and more like. As a kid it would be a guilty pleasure, which I'd never have carried out in Doncaster for fear of being seen (hey, I got picked on enough at school!).<br />
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As I hit my teens and cared less about what others thought, I realised my home town, as well as having nearly as many charity shops as pubs, offered a wealth of treasures. I have often thought, and don't hate me Doncastrians, that this is because most of the inhabitants have little style...meaning canary yellow 80's two-pieces with musical prints, or neon pink leopard print Fiorucci mini skirts remain hanging from the rails, gathering dust and waiting for me to discover them!<br />
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I've also spent a lot of my life either hopelessly skint or manic about money, so second-hand has been the way to feed my voracious clothing appetite. I know people with more clothes, but I certainly know a great many with less.<br />
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I mourn the loss of my favourite ever vintage purchase, and learned my lesson the hard way, after a eurovison night out at Bar NY a few years back, I stuffed this incredible pink and pastel paisley frock in the waching machine, to be left with it all felted together and several sizes smaller than it's own lining. ALWAYS, BUT ALWAYS HAND WASH!<br />
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Stay Strange xxxstrangelordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10027323545577269585noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219595896907590954.post-49894175853003779152010-12-23T06:44:00.000-08:002010-12-23T06:44:59.946-08:00Hoppy Christmas!It's started!<br />
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Actually, I've been excited since about mid august. Excited is pretty much my average state of being.<br />
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But spent this morning making (somewhat over inflated) quiches and cleaning up ready for my family boxing day extravaganza, when, I heard the clatter of the letter box...(can't be that much of a backlog, mr. Royal Mail!)<br />
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If I don't count my work secret santa, and earrings from Kat which I chose myself, it's my first official Christmas gift! And no, I don't do waiting...<br />
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The word itself has become almost like a logo, and of late has been rather <em>a la mode<strong> </strong></em>-jewellery, clothing prints and what have you.<br />
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(Clockwise from top left <a href="http://www.folksy.com/items/1017253-big-love">http://www.folksy.com/items/1017253-big-love</a>, <a href="http://www.folksy.com/items/594389-Love-letters">http://www.folksy.com/items/594389-Love-letters</a>, <a href="http://www.folksy.com/items/719513-Love-Print-Knitted-Jumper">http://www.folksy.com/items/719513-Love-Print-Knitted-Jumper</a>, <a href="http://www.folksy.com/items/826665-Love">http://www.folksy.com/items/826665-Love</a>)<br />
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I like to be a bit strange as you know, quite contrary. I thought I'd go against the grain and celebrate that other extreme and passionate emotion -hatred. And as I like to juxtapose the opposite ends of the spectrum I chose to combine ridgid, stencilled, hateful lettering with all things sweet, sparkly and candy-coated -i.e. I Hate Nice Things.<br />
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Soon to come, a love of all things grim, ghoulish and gross, or <em>Love Turns to Hate, </em>for all you Eighties Matchbox fans out there...<br />
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