Showing posts with label Nunhead. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nunhead. Show all posts

Saturday, September 25, 2010

In sickness & in health...

Howdy folks,
                     
               You may, or may not, have noticed that I've been rather quiet this week. You may think that I've been slacking off, just resting my bones. But I haven't. This week both the cat and the bird, for different reasons, have been unwell, especially the cat. The timing could have been better; the contents of the old studio have to be moved into the new studio before the end of the week. So, as any good friend would do, I've been nursing them back to health to ensure that they meet their deadline. My baking must be pleasing to them because they both seem remarkably better. The cat will have to take it easy for a while, and I will be there to make sure that she does.

Medical care in Nunhead
Hopefully, we're back on track now, and progress will be swift from here on in.

Right, time for me to take the cat's temperature again.

Regards to you all,
Frank
x
                        

Monday, September 20, 2010

Here Lies Art!

Howdy folks!  
           What a day it has been! The Cat and The Bird have had such a tiring week, moving and assembling sheds, (more of that later), that I thought they could really do with an afternoon out and about in sunny Nunhead, and it just so happened that this weekend was London's 'Open House'. As part of this architectural showcase, there was an art exhibition in the Anglican Chapel in Nunhead Cemetery. The exhibition, 'Here Lies Art!', was inspired by Victorian funeral traditions. Having been buried in the Victorian age, and in this very cemetery, no less, I thought my knackered friends might really enjoy it. So off we went with Maria and Markus. 
   Before we got anywhere near the exhibition we stopped at the Friends of Nunhead Cemetery stall. The cat and the bird were both utterly thrilled to discover honey made by the bees who dwell in a quiet corner of the cemetery. They, the cat especially, had been on a mission to find local honey. Sweet nectar from the top of the road, you can't get much more local than that. It tastes exceptionally good too!! 
    If that wasn't enough excitement for one afternoon, they were both delighted/relieved to have finally filled in the subscription forms to become friends of the cemetery. It's something they'd been planning to do for quite a while now, (eight years, combined total.) The bird also bought a few books on the history and residents of the cemetery, which she was most pleased with. 
Local residents
    The volunteers of the F.O.N.C. appeared to be troopers over the weekend. There were tours around the cemetery, as there often are, which seemed hugely popular, as they always do. There were also opportunities to climb to the top of the chapel. As I was standing in my welcoming position I did hear many mentions of dark, narrow, claustraphobia, nervous disposition, and hard hats. The bird abstained, (she's afraid of heights), and the cat declined. Our friend, Maria (of Greece) did venture to the dizzy heights. In the excitement of it all I forgot to ask her it was. At the other end of the spectrum, they then went down into the crypt beneath the chapel. A bit of a damp spooky place, and possibly not the place to visit if you're easily unnerved by coffins. 

   I must give special thanks to Jolanta Jagiello, artist and curator, who allowed me to welcome people into the chapel. I was photographed; sniffed by dogs; one child was particularly fascinated by my toes; and I also lost and found an eye. It was an eventful couple of hours. But what thrilled me most was to see so many people making the effort to come and see art, and in such a wonderful gallery. 

So, what about the art? Well, it was all based on the traditions of the Victorian funeral. As far as I understand it, some of the pieces were created especially for the exhibition, and some were existing pieces, some of which have been adapted especially for this event.

I will post more pictures in my Facebook album, HERE, but I will end this bulletin with some my favourite pieces of the day...

My regards to you all,

Frank
x


'Rest in Peace' by Julia Peat
Based on: 'In Nunhead Cemetery' by Julia Peat




Me, having a little lie down on the interactive art




'Afterlife' by Sara Scott
Based on: mortal remains

                                                    
            





'Ancestral Guardians' by Elisabetta Fumagalli
Based on: ancient standing stones.








'A Bee's Grave' by Megan Mckenzie
Based on: nature's burials

                                           






'A Slumber Did Their Spirits Seal'  by Debora Mo
Based on: Victorian lace flowers







'Catacomb' by Jill Rock 
Based on: Unending labyrinth of rooms 
 

     




  'Life Death Mask' by Kim Thornton 
Based on: death masks

 






 'Headless Birds' by Lydia Hardwick
Based on: cemetery birds feeding on worms

 






 'Nevermore' by Kath Cottee
Based on: the mourning skirt and weeping veil 


Monday, September 06, 2010

My weekend

Howdy folks!

   Frank here! It maybe a rainy Monday today, but this weekend has been somewhat momentous, at least it has for me. Why so? Well, the cat and the bird decided to relieve me from my studio duties so that I might have a trial weekend living with them in their abode. You know, a little like how a foster child is introduced to a new home. Belle and Claude came too, and such we fun we've had. On Saturday I sat next to the pool, (which if I'm honest could do with a bit of clean), sipping champagne out of a plastic flute, whilst getting some sun on my bones. It was rather perfect to be able to sit there and just let it all hang out.  

Naturism in Nunhead

   
    I don't believe I've ever heard Belle Bird caw and chirp quite as much as she did this weekend. The breeze through her feathers seemed to be a wondrous thing for her confidence. Alas, with her dodgy wings, she couldn't quite reach the dizzy heights of the chimney stacks on the roof above, but she was content with perching on the chiminea. She seemed truly delighted to be out in the sun, especially as, for once, she wasn't the target of Claude Cat's 'affection'.




  As is usual with Claude, it's difficult to tell if he's had a good weekend. One thing I do know is that he spent quality time chasing psychedelic toads in the garden's undergrowth. He was also rather miffed when Glinda, the good witch of the south, appeared in her bubble to thwart his attempts at catching the exotic prey he'd been stalking most of the afternoon. 


We're definitely not in Kansas now


   If Saturday wasn't exciting enough, on Sunday the cat and the bird took me out in the car. It's amazing how many people suddenly have the nerve to speak or gesture when they see me sitting in the back seat. One motorcyclist insisted that the cat and the bird need to feed me more often. If that particular chap is reading this...I'm well fed, I just have an unusual metabolism. 
   Anyway, we went to East London, which is one of my favourite old haunts. As I have a life long interest in art, I really wanted to show the cat and the bird some of my favourite street art in that area...


Dave, the harey biker



Compare the meerrat.com


Claude would have no chance...


Now, as we three recover from the excitement of the weekend,  the preparations for the studio's arrival continue. I will, of course, keep you all updated with news from the dirt patch. In the meantime, have yourselves a great week.

My regards to you all,
Frank
x