i've been doing some country living, not country living as in residing in the agricultural hinterlands, I mean Country Living, the magazine. I was perusing some back copies recently (I am taking a textiles class soon) and one can't help but admire (and wish for) some of the beautiful houses and gardens... the rustic hues of Tuscan villas, Rococo shabby chic, bookish Bohemian townhouses, Bloomsbury colours.. distressed plaster walls, oak furniture, Moroccan lamps, kilim rugs, antique mirrors, vintage fabrics and wallpapers, a bold splash of framed art on the walls, a sofa strewn with quirky cushions, a chair rescued (or is that recycled) from a skip, a collection of old teacups on a welsh dresser, a neat pile of split logs by an inglenook fireplace, strong sunlight softened through diaphanous drapes at a french window.. an infusion of textures, interiors with the patina of life, interiors that are matured, not designed from a mail order catalogue.. full of market finds and objects from more distant travels, all aide memoirs to a quiet way of life.. for here there are no TVs, mobile phones or PCs, no cheap plastics or synthetic fabrics, or any people for that matter, it's all about appreciating the space and what it contains..
when I decided to pursue art as a vocation, i went to an art school far away from home, a necessary right of passage, the first road to independence, and the time and space to develop one's own style of living.. i remember my first digs, a tiny granny-style annexe flat above a garage, as i had just acquired a vintage 1950's fridge from a house yard sale; it was buttercup yellow with flared legs and about a third the size of a contemporary fridge, cute as a button but barely practical as a kitchen appliance.. i then acquired some vintage print curtains that i made into window blinds, restyled some lampshades with Japanese papers, a coloured glass fruit bowl made an interesting light feature with the addition of some string lights.. but over the years i was slowly cluttering my homes (and my life) with a plethora of stuff from auctions (in the days before eBay), car boot sales and charity shops, thrifty style crafted through an appreciation of art means that for every gem found there are quite a few impractical rejects.. as William Morris said, have nothing in your houses that you do not know to be useful or believe to be beautiful - or better still, useful AND beautiful.. Morris's declaration is as interesting now as it was then, the handcrafted (the arts and crafts movement) as a reaction to industrialisation - perhaps now, with the over-saturation of technology and gadgetry in our lives, more people will appreciate the hand-crafted and the handmade once again - and let's hope that it will not inspire a new wave of the home-homemade as seen in the 1970's, which gave us macrame plant holders, crocheted cushions and string pictures for art! i've been a bit of a fan of Art Deco and the Bauhaus style for a while, the strong geometric forms and limited palette of colours, and similarly their design ethos appreciated the quality of materials and the high craft of construction.
on another but not dissimilar note, whilst talking to a colleague this week, she reminded me that labour-saving devices, such as the washing machine, conversely mean that we are made busier than ever, not washing once or twice a a week, but almost obessively every day of the year, thus clothes wear out more quickly because they are often poorly constructed and cannot withstand the strong detergents and heavy machine washing.. so, we have to buy more clothes more often... and of PCs, there is hardly a job in the country that doesn't require the use of one to make us more efficient in our work, despite the fact they create more work for us to do...contemporary living makes for more work and less free time as we strive to maintain standards of perfection.. and so for me, the old style habits of flea-bargaining and thrift-shopping still remain..i could mention Kirsty's Handmade Home for new ideas and inspiration on creating stylish, practical interiors on a budget (like many of the TV style shows that have preceded it), but I'm not entirely convinced by Kirsty's style sensibilities, and maybe, like Louis Armstrong said of jazz music, if you have to ask what [it] is, you'll never know.. The Sensual Home by Ilse Crawford, which i bought for a knockdown price of 60p from a charity shop, is an interior design book with a difference, in that it doesn't tell you how to make things or what items to buy, or what colour goes with what, or what style of appliance or furniture is in vogue (all styles will date, some better than others), but more intellectually (and rather beautifully) it illustrates the poetics of lived-in spaces, the experience played through the senses, a sensitivity towards materials, the quality of light, aroma, the balance of colour, texture, shape, form and surface, all as a means to create one's own unique style philosophy for the home....
notes to self
It is now time to take stock of my first open weekend as part of the Harleston & Waveney Art Trail. I received lots of praise for my paintings and my visitors left some very nice comments in my guest book. I must admit I was not completely prepared on saturday morning - donning marigold gloves (last minute tidying), greeting my first guest on the dot of twelve noon (note to self: successful artists operate as a business, are always on amber alert, there are no sleep-ins or late starts). As a past buyer of my work, my first visitor said I that was an inspiration to her, and yet it is patrons such as her that make what I (try) to do so much more an uplifting and worthwhile venture. Today, I had two more guests arrive shortly after noon. I am deeply ashamed to admit that I was dressed in the usual sunday morning slumber wear, seated at the kitchen table bagging up and labelling my handmade cards unaware of the time - but one of my idols, the artist Antoni Tapies, painted in his carpet slippers using a house broom as a giant brush - and so I like to see my minor clothing oversight as one of my little artistic idiosyncracies.Anyhow, as a means for my work to be accessible to more people over the duration of the Art Trail, I had decided to spend an evening creating some small handmade artist cards - the four seasons theme returns - and at £5 each surely they are a knockdown price for original artworks... I have made about twenty so far, here are just four of them..
Spring, new growth, a small shoot emerges from moss-laden undergrowth...
Summer (usually!) brings warmth and aridity, the golden sun, seed pods, a scorched earth...
Autumn, ploughed fields, fallen leaves...
Winter, frost, ice and snow, proud pine trees...I have quite enjoyed creating this series of small collages, creating within the confines of a small folded square of cream paper, but sometimes it seems too frivolous and easy an activity to be regarded as serious art - but if I sell them then I will be encouraged to make more handmade cards in my more whimsical moments (it saves on framing too). However, I feel I must finish off three more paintings for next weekend, since the main two walls downstairs were barren with only two large pieces on show with other smaller works dotted about - and the room in which I work, with all its artistic clutter, did not show the other works at their best. However, I have learnt three important things this weekend:Make more time for preparation - cards, invites, labels, hanging pictures!Provide visitors with as much related information as possible (as above) - they may be unsure what questions to ask and are greatly helped by knowing what they should be looking at.It is not really necessary to make excuses for the apparent state of my house/studio/dress/hair - I am an artist after all!