Remember when I said I wanted to take up painting? Well I’ve yet to figure out the baffling-seeming world of paper and paints* yet alone sit down to do anything. But while I was in New York, I discovered Iranian artist Monir Sharoudy Farmanfarmaian whose work abstracts traditional geometric patterns from her culture in a variety of forms – her mirror mosaic work is most dazzling – my favourite of which was felt tips. Felt tips. I’ve got pencil cases full of them on the kitchen table. This was an inspiration. Here are some of her pieces that I saw at The Guggenheim and I’m not suggesting I’m going to be able to sit down and achieve similar.
*I can see how this might sound like I’m putting up barriers.
When I was young, on holiday in a French gite with my family, I remember asking my Dad if he and Mum would be writing in the visitor’s book. I must have been able to write at this time, but unauthorised writing in the visitor’s book by me was obviously unthinkable. ‘No,’ my Dad said. […]
Last week thanks to the generosity of my babysitting parents, I tagged along with my husband on his work trip to New York for three days. Three days just me walking and subwaying around a city I always fancied living in. Until dinner time when the two of us revelled in our together-aloness. It was […]
After my TV-free week away, the first thing I did was slump in front of hours of property porn when I got home. OK, no the first thing I did was watch the cast of Geordie Shore getting mortal and tashing-on in Newcastle nightclubs. But suffice it to say TV has been big on the […]
Ahhhh. That’s better. I needed to get away from it all, and I couldn’t have chosen a better spot. I’ve just spent a week in this little cottage at the far end of a private island in Scotland. The nearest neighbour was a 40 minute hike away, over hills, moors, up a rope and through […]