tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76480889219671260402024-03-14T02:32:22.030-07:00PhotoworksSian Bonnell's Photoworks Fellowship at the British School at Romephotoworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18254740740969074082noreply@blogger.comBlogger44125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7648088921967126040.post-54860725680280406872011-10-09T05:48:00.000-07:002011-10-09T05:48:40.729-07:00Three months of Roman light in one image...<br />
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Many thanks to <a href="http://www.pinholephotography.org/">Justin Quinnell</a> who gave me one of his three month cameras which I attached to the mezzanine in my studio at the beginning of April on my first morning in Rome.</div>
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...And there it stayed, until the end of June...<br />
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Three months of beautiful Roman light in a funny old beercan...</div>
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Justin opened the can, processed the contents and sent me the final image this morning.<br />
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If you are in Brighton on Tuesday 11th October, I will be in-conversation with John Gill to talk about the Fellowship and the new work I made at the British School at Rome. It would be lovely to see you there. For details and further information, please click <a href="http://www.photoworks.org.uk/programme/talks-and-events/33">here</a>.<br />
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<a href="http://www.photoworks.org.uk/programme/talks-and-events/"></a>photoworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18254740740969074082noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7648088921967126040.post-25658583785166276032011-08-01T05:07:00.000-07:002011-08-01T15:19:13.634-07:00Readjusting..<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jqFQ2_mHBUo/TjbBhawBGVI/AAAAAAAAA1w/qH30ZHe9wrs/s1600/home.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jqFQ2_mHBUo/TjbBhawBGVI/AAAAAAAAA1w/qH30ZHe9wrs/s400/home.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635904763561318738" /></a><br /><br />I got back a month ago and doesn't it all feel such a long time ago now? <br /><br />Of course, the minute we touched down not only did the control tower at Gatwick get struck by lightening but the heavens opened and there was absolutely no doubt that we were indeed in England..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0GKzdw03RVE/TjaYtwCWH-I/AAAAAAAAAzY/C-aMcYTrnvg/s1600/rain.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0GKzdw03RVE/TjaYtwCWH-I/AAAAAAAAAzY/C-aMcYTrnvg/s400/rain.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635859895457030114" /></a><br /><br />Amazing how everyday events conspire to take over...My not blogging these last few weeks could be viewed that I was actually still in Rome (oh how I wish..) rather than the reality of my horrendous trawl through loads of stuff which was laying in wait for my return..<br /><br />The BSR during that last week had a strange air of finality around it, as everyone artists and scholars alike were busy packing and tidying up studios and rooms. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dicUzajGTfQ/TjadfkkWTCI/AAAAAAAAAzg/j-UVXhuHOf0/s1600/corridor.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dicUzajGTfQ/TjadfkkWTCI/AAAAAAAAAzg/j-UVXhuHOf0/s400/corridor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635865149418392610" /></a><br /><br />Knowing that there was still so much that I hadn't seen or experienced, I felt that rather than racing around Rome, blindly ticking things off my list; I keep the list for next time (there will be a next time - I am determined!!) Instead, I did the things which I would have kicked myself for not doing, the day before I left...<br /><br />The Museum of Modern Art (it was next door, for heaven's sake!) <br />Throwing a coin into the Trevi fountain<br />Riding on the number 19 Tram <br /><br />It's the very simple, everyday things which I am missing now:<br /><br />A decent cup of coffee<br />Saying 'Buongiorno!' to all you meet - you cannot do it properly without smiling<br />The view as you open the door from the top of the steps of the BSR<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OBRlGjClln4/Tja-zADU7HI/AAAAAAAAA1g/UZcybjA16e4/s1600/steps.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OBRlGjClln4/Tja-zADU7HI/AAAAAAAAA1g/UZcybjA16e4/s400/steps.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635901767097314418" /></a><br /><br />The blossom in the streets <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eOzWX7Qj6Ns/Tja_KQPNgUI/AAAAAAAAA1o/OosUI1PtWWc/s1600/street5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eOzWX7Qj6Ns/Tja_KQPNgUI/AAAAAAAAA1o/OosUI1PtWWc/s400/street5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635902166579118402" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z4cXsNhdhdY/Tja57Cxp9XI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/cKZxsdOH81Y/s1600/street2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z4cXsNhdhdY/Tja57Cxp9XI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/cKZxsdOH81Y/s400/street2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635896407709316466" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qhJ8OvEme5c/Tja5s7f6f7I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/oDtmlQIRs6A/s1600/street1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qhJ8OvEme5c/Tja5s7f6f7I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/oDtmlQIRs6A/s400/street1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635896165237686194" /></a><br /><br />Going up onto the roof and listening out for the bells on a Sunday evening, starting at 6.45pm with St Peter's bonging and then all the others radiating out over the city <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r_dl9EYuDdg/Tja6zf5LC1I/AAAAAAAAA04/04TudHeCqwE/s1600/roof5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r_dl9EYuDdg/Tja6zf5LC1I/AAAAAAAAA04/04TudHeCqwE/s400/roof5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635897377598147410" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJe14sImKig/Tja6zTn6qZI/AAAAAAAAA0w/fmTVRpj7V-U/s1600/roof3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJe14sImKig/Tja6zTn6qZI/AAAAAAAAA0w/fmTVRpj7V-U/s400/roof3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635897374304545170" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YWrQG01F3-I/Tja6zEhOQVI/AAAAAAAAA0o/wtzrKp0i-uU/s1600/roof2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YWrQG01F3-I/Tja6zEhOQVI/AAAAAAAAA0o/wtzrKp0i-uU/s400/roof2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635897370249937234" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UQnMxf5CtQc/Tja6zMEla_I/AAAAAAAAA0g/3hZ_Wm_OXEM/s1600/roof1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UQnMxf5CtQc/Tja6zMEla_I/AAAAAAAAA0g/3hZ_Wm_OXEM/s400/roof1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635897372277304306" /></a><br /><br />The cake and gelati displays in the shops<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KXgSCMWjDCY/Tja8T9VGuvI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/1kpF7P-6vPk/s1600/cake5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KXgSCMWjDCY/Tja8T9VGuvI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/1kpF7P-6vPk/s400/cake5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635899034767375090" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-esAzmIHvSCk/Tja8T_DZD1I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/vuMvccsRbDI/s1600/cake4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-esAzmIHvSCk/Tja8T_DZD1I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/vuMvccsRbDI/s400/cake4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635899035229949778" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R3_C1TPZNsU/Tja8TlsF7sI/AAAAAAAAA1I/8yYNyQyMOHY/s1600/cake3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R3_C1TPZNsU/Tja8TlsF7sI/AAAAAAAAA1I/8yYNyQyMOHY/s400/cake3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635899028421340866" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j7xf0OaX91A/Tja8TsTKVCI/AAAAAAAAA1A/hUnPhG41I2Q/s1600/cake2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j7xf0OaX91A/Tja8TsTKVCI/AAAAAAAAA1A/hUnPhG41I2Q/s400/cake2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635899030195819554" /></a><br /><br />Walking through the streets<br /><br />But what I am missing most of all are my friends - the staff, artists and scholars of the BSR..photoworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18254740740969074082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7648088921967126040.post-65759515606562563872011-07-10T04:11:00.000-07:002011-08-01T08:22:25.149-07:00The Cult of F and the Camera SegreteYou are probably wondering why you haven't heard from me for the last fortnight or so? As well you might!<br /><br />I finally managed to escape from the clutches of the henchwomen of the C of F after I had inadvertently bearded them in their lair, <span style="font-style:italic;">the Camera Segrete</span> on the 40's corridor..<br /><br />Having worked out that it was far too obvious to advertise their headquarters with a number like the ides (15 to the rest of you) I had been doing quite a bit of detective work and realised that there had been a trail of clues all along..<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KNWv0cidhYg/ThmNqSIGwJI/AAAAAAAAAww/xxyfZSgxKHs/s1600/cult%253F.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KNWv0cidhYg/ThmNqSIGwJI/AAAAAAAAAww/xxyfZSgxKHs/s400/cult%253F.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627684966936002706" /></a><br /><br />I must admit, I was a bit surprised that a tertiary research institution such as the BSR would actually have plastic citrus and fake bananas decorating its corridors..<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tnK-riZgtkk/ThmOU4Bn67I/AAAAAAAAAw4/OcQLvH8gwHo/s1600/bananas.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tnK-riZgtkk/ThmOU4Bn67I/AAAAAAAAAw4/OcQLvH8gwHo/s400/bananas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627685698663869362" /></a><br /><br />...and I was intrigued by the tree collection around the corner..<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bMWTwOABM0c/Thml6ejtZuI/AAAAAAAAAxA/H40LjnEPECo/s1600/trees.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bMWTwOABM0c/Thml6ejtZuI/AAAAAAAAAxA/H40LjnEPECo/s400/trees.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627711633429980898" /></a><br /><br />I decided to enlist the help once again of St Anthony - I discovered that he had been sending me strong signals for ages, which I hadn't been noticing. <br /><br />I found this picture hanging right bang next to a door with a strange sign on it...<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vc75wq--qIs/ThmmfafitbI/AAAAAAAAAxI/q2pQWf4YngY/s1600/st_ant_upsatirs.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vc75wq--qIs/ThmmfafitbI/AAAAAAAAAxI/q2pQWf4YngY/s400/st_ant_upsatirs.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627712267993920946" /></a><br /><br />(Just how has St Anthony been communicating with me these last three months.....?<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qLMTYQ-4wo0/ThmpNB3bVXI/AAAAAAAAAxY/WGsoP7Urihg/s1600/more.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qLMTYQ-4wo0/ThmpNB3bVXI/AAAAAAAAAxY/WGsoP7Urihg/s400/more.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627715250680452466" /></a><br /><br />And what exactly is in the middle of this painting????)<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iX5c9IiSR1I/ThmopeGjDQI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/2qQMDjcxifo/s1600/st_ant_upsatirs_2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iX5c9IiSR1I/ThmopeGjDQI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/2qQMDjcxifo/s400/st_ant_upsatirs_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627714639784774914" /></a><br /><br />And here is the sign hanging on the door next to the umbrella picture<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NbbPBP4svzU/ThmrS2y78VI/AAAAAAAAAxg/wp7EisszdU4/s1600/hq.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NbbPBP4svzU/ThmrS2y78VI/AAAAAAAAAxg/wp7EisszdU4/s400/hq.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627717549811298642" /></a><br /><br />notice the pink nun's feet...(another clue!)<br /><br />Anyway just as I was taking note of all this - the door swung open and the High Priestess grabbed me then and there and I was dragged inside...<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JceVxb4WBVU/Thmu3xKDyWI/AAAAAAAAAxo/JPYEdk01w1g/s1600/hq_1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JceVxb4WBVU/Thmu3xKDyWI/AAAAAAAAAxo/JPYEdk01w1g/s400/hq_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627721482487712098" /></a><br /><br />it was terrifying.<br /><br />The room looked like an ordinary linen room..<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fs13wmJxTbk/ThmwMCXV8VI/AAAAAAAAAxw/rgOtUX2BkjU/s1600/hq_2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fs13wmJxTbk/ThmwMCXV8VI/AAAAAAAAAxw/rgOtUX2BkjU/s400/hq_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627722930215842130" /></a><br /><br />...but I soon found out that it hid a terrible secret<br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gn64BTFE7ss/Thm1yfdvpNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VwvBGEOwCrs/s400/hq_6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627729088420488402" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e5EuuWldFLQ/Thmyusp2OAI/AAAAAAAAAyA/xbTjj5YCI7E/s1600/hq_4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e5EuuWldFLQ/Thmyusp2OAI/AAAAAAAAAyA/xbTjj5YCI7E/s1600/hq_4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e5EuuWldFLQ/Thmyusp2OAI/AAAAAAAAAyA/xbTjj5YCI7E/s1600/hq_4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w8RyS5lObps/ThmzdLeKMoI/AAAAAAAAAyI/dVBt2JLPCe4/s1600/hq_5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a></div><br /><br />We haven't seen very much of David Beckham of late, have we?<br /><br />I know why.<br /><br />Or Johnny Depp..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qckdVKClrzk/Thm648FlvbI/AAAAAAAAAyY/KWYe_w7rkX8/s1600/hq_9.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qckdVKClrzk/Thm648FlvbI/AAAAAAAAAyY/KWYe_w7rkX8/s400/hq_9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627734696741158322" /></a><br /><br />(You'll notice that there is quite a lot of camera shake in that image - the reason being that poor Johhny was utterly terrified at the time and made the picture go all blurry...)<br /><br />I kept hearing strange sounds - like muffled screams - coming from the wall by the window..<br /><br />I looked up to see these hands where the sounds were coming from..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cIVkxBmxxFg/Thm9pjrN8oI/AAAAAAAAAyo/Uk4gHRlFD2o/s1600/hands.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cIVkxBmxxFg/Thm9pjrN8oI/AAAAAAAAAyo/Uk4gHRlFD2o/s400/hands.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627737731024941698" /></a><br /><br />they looked deceptively like advertisements for expensive watches but they were in fact, David and Johnny calling desperately for help. <br /><br />I of course, was powerless to do anything as I was by this time bound, gagged and slung in the corner of the room. It didn't take long for me to understand just exactly what was going on...<br /><br />Very deep ancient roman magic - that's what! <br /><br />Before my very eyes I watched as Johnny and David were metamorphosed.. <br /><br />...into<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CO1CiPLX2wA/ThnBCqOqIrI/AAAAAAAAAy4/fjFi6kBXiBc/s1600/j%2526D.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CO1CiPLX2wA/ThnBCqOqIrI/AAAAAAAAAy4/fjFi6kBXiBc/s400/j%2526D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627741460815815346" /></a><br /><br />The walls were plastered with kittens, puppies and bunnies<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7rY2qRoqQZU/ThnCxsF5c2I/AAAAAAAAAzA/QCnqniUJXcQ/s1600/hq_4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7rY2qRoqQZU/ThnCxsF5c2I/AAAAAAAAAzA/QCnqniUJXcQ/s400/hq_4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627743368281420642" /></a><br /><br />There was one wall with a few gaps on it...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3eaQ-jUKWlM/ThnDEaIZZuI/AAAAAAAAAzI/Qq3yZrioILk/s1600/hq_5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3eaQ-jUKWlM/ThnDEaIZZuI/AAAAAAAAAzI/Qq3yZrioILk/s400/hq_5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627743689877579490" /></a><br /><br />I realised quickly just what my fate might be - it didn't help that they were feeding me on these strange little round brown biscuits and weird substances out of tins..<br /><br />I got worried as the longer I remained captive the nicer the food became...On looking down at my feet, I got a bit of a surprise...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fXPfciVkdlo/ThnEiLMnZyI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/vA0T887hUWs/s1600/feet.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fXPfciVkdlo/ThnEiLMnZyI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/vA0T887hUWs/s400/feet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627745300776445730" /></a>photoworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18254740740969074082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7648088921967126040.post-82575354926795565792011-06-25T09:55:00.000-07:002011-06-25T11:02:24.618-07:00Collaboration with St Anthony IVI rather thought that St Anthony had given up on our collaboration but I just wasn't noticing properly..I expect my mind was elsewhere for a while, finishing work off etc. <br /><br />Anyway, I got a little nudge recently when I almost fell over this <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NX-rEcEq_Aw/TgYbohRHmoI/AAAAAAAAAvg/oWXzAgLmHHw/s1600/boot.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NX-rEcEq_Aw/TgYbohRHmoI/AAAAAAAAAvg/oWXzAgLmHHw/s400/boot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622211567757531778" /></a><br /><br />not only was it perfectly positioned along the single yellow line but it was totally incongruous, being seafaring footware bang smack in the middle of Rome (where believe me, no-one would be seen dead wearing such an article!)<br /><br />I immediately knew that St Ant was back...I began to look out for other signs<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5NPJsKg_y4Y/TgYdFkjxHxI/AAAAAAAAAvo/q4fQl74BTfY/s1600/bike.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5NPJsKg_y4Y/TgYdFkjxHxI/AAAAAAAAAvo/q4fQl74BTfY/s400/bike.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622213166368890642" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_ngThWfboAg/TgYdRaxZGUI/AAAAAAAAAvw/1f1QFMHxox8/s1600/bike_1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_ngThWfboAg/TgYdRaxZGUI/AAAAAAAAAvw/1f1QFMHxox8/s400/bike_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622213369900112194" /></a><br /><br />I didn't feel I could add much to either of these as it was doubtful that even if they were reunited with their owners - who would want them? <br /><br />St Anthony has been finding me all sorts of odd things recently though<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GApweR8_i7I/TgYd6mE09FI/AAAAAAAAAv4/riYxzlDBfRo/s1600/glove_2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GApweR8_i7I/TgYd6mE09FI/AAAAAAAAAv4/riYxzlDBfRo/s400/glove_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622214077309056082" /></a><br /><br />(he does seem to have a thing about road signage at the moment..)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hwpNxOV8thU/TgYeOK_VPTI/AAAAAAAAAwA/pqiThQZQCu0/s1600/glasses.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hwpNxOV8thU/TgYeOK_VPTI/AAAAAAAAAwA/pqiThQZQCu0/s400/glasses.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622214413635632434" /></a><br /><br />These are no good without their sides (or lenses)...<br /><br />I'm not sure what I can do with any of these - apart from just take notice of them...<br /><br />Right now, I'm packing (which I really hate) and over the next two (last) days I must think of something to do with the items he found for me here at the BSR - already my umbrellas have multiplied<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QVW3hW7-bls/TgYgh_STB-I/AAAAAAAAAwI/L-Y2-Xw6SXY/s1600/umbrellas.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 325px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QVW3hW7-bls/TgYgh_STB-I/AAAAAAAAAwI/L-Y2-Xw6SXY/s400/umbrellas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622216953114593250" /></a><br /><br />And this is the last sock - found today...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W1PJ50tu33o/TgYgzSf3-6I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/ScqXA5BjAxE/s1600/last_sock.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W1PJ50tu33o/TgYgzSf3-6I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/ScqXA5BjAxE/s400/last_sock.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622217250329590690" /></a><br /><br />Sock grotto..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BNgG9UjPNhQ/TgYiBvsjL_I/AAAAAAAAAwY/XBY1i3Xsxd0/s1600/grotto_sock.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BNgG9UjPNhQ/TgYiBvsjL_I/AAAAAAAAAwY/XBY1i3Xsxd0/s400/grotto_sock.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622218598197178354" /></a><br /><br />..had to be done really...(umbrella one tomorrow..)photoworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18254740740969074082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7648088921967126040.post-7633155476068132502011-06-24T13:04:00.000-07:002011-06-24T14:38:38.056-07:00So little time...So much gelato...Well, it has been busy this last couple of weeks which is why it's been a bit quiet on the blog front and then I got laid low for a few days with what turns out was probably heat stroke! I wouldn't wish it on anyone - the only way to be, was horizontal and I'm not going to say any more than that. Everyone here was so kind, supplying me with flat coke, painkillers and crackers..<br /><br />Last week was rather special as we went on a day trip to Caprarola to the Farnese Summer Palace..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IK3cL4O208M/TgTyip3_tRI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/yfdH3qH7c5I/s1600/ThePalace4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IK3cL4O208M/TgTyip3_tRI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/yfdH3qH7c5I/s400/ThePalace4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621884912035411218" /></a><br /><br />I had to get this picture from the website..The palace is on the top of a hill in the north of the Lazio Region which Rome is part of. This is the view across from it..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c2n4VL1c6yM/TgTzQ7VxOII/AAAAAAAAAsY/GyBwp79ybm8/s1600/caprarola_3_sb.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c2n4VL1c6yM/TgTzQ7VxOII/AAAAAAAAAsY/GyBwp79ybm8/s400/caprarola_3_sb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621885706997676162" /></a><br /><br />The day had a lovely end of term kind of air to it; the Mostra was up, most of the Scholars had presented their papers and just us all heading off into the countryside in a coach was enough to get me searching for my packed lunch (even though I knew we had a wonderful lunch ahead of us in a splendid lakeside restaurant nearby)..I was amazed that no-one started singing!<br /><br />I know if I was doing this properly, I would have all the information to hand about the Farnese dynasty and the architects etc but there are other sites where you can find all that stuff out. Here are some images in the order of going through the building, beginning with the staircase up to the formal rooms. This is a small selection of my response visually to it. You will see for yourselves how fabulous the place is and just how staggeringly wealthy the family was...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qtelwepdH5k/TgT1-tdLyhI/AAAAAAAAAsg/w6jFqJWJP9g/s1600/caprarola_13_sb.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qtelwepdH5k/TgT1-tdLyhI/AAAAAAAAAsg/w6jFqJWJP9g/s400/caprarola_13_sb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621888692567919122" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ER4ItCg_Z4E/TgT9fS7lBKI/AAAAAAAAAvA/mkLenXPyHwU/s1600/cararola_14_sb.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ER4ItCg_Z4E/TgT9fS7lBKI/AAAAAAAAAvA/mkLenXPyHwU/s400/cararola_14_sb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621896948964721826" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yx0uY-WpibA/TgT20JNvGZI/AAAAAAAAAso/pks5V6hSKig/s1600/caprarola_16_sb.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yx0uY-WpibA/TgT20JNvGZI/AAAAAAAAAso/pks5V6hSKig/s400/caprarola_16_sb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621889610552383890" /></a><br /><br />This grotto was in this first room <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9JHar1nK5Ck/TgT2-cvHCcI/AAAAAAAAAsw/zA66dGuUVtE/s1600/caprarola_17_sb.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9JHar1nK5Ck/TgT2-cvHCcI/AAAAAAAAAsw/zA66dGuUVtE/s400/caprarola_17_sb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621889787591330242" /></a><br /><br />Some more views of the frescoes and the view out over the town...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iwkvkhmvBqg/TgT3bfzq52I/AAAAAAAAAs4/lGsN7MSAE44/s1600/caprarola_19_sb.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iwkvkhmvBqg/TgT3bfzq52I/AAAAAAAAAs4/lGsN7MSAE44/s400/caprarola_19_sb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621890286631970658" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DUn7SKQ5LAE/TgT3nqjDwoI/AAAAAAAAAtA/WDa4Q3ZcSzQ/s1600/caprarola_18_sb.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DUn7SKQ5LAE/TgT3nqjDwoI/AAAAAAAAAtA/WDa4Q3ZcSzQ/s400/caprarola_18_sb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621890495673516674" /></a><br /><br />Each room got more and more spectacular<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jrF8vGfpc8c/TgT35aBtF9I/AAAAAAAAAtI/e4CQ9p6kFIg/s1600/caprarola_20_sb.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jrF8vGfpc8c/TgT35aBtF9I/AAAAAAAAAtI/e4CQ9p6kFIg/s400/caprarola_20_sb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621890800476297170" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-09RLTy1lF78/TgT4KIKgbHI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/7hFTvuij77U/s1600/caprarola_24_sb.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-09RLTy1lF78/TgT4KIKgbHI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/7hFTvuij77U/s400/caprarola_24_sb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621891087739153522" /></a><br /><br />Kevin and Cordelia marvelling at this little ante room..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qZ8ebxY1esQ/TgT4YM7I1zI/AAAAAAAAAtY/xr6ll3RxHhI/s1600/caprarola_28_sb.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qZ8ebxY1esQ/TgT4YM7I1zI/AAAAAAAAAtY/xr6ll3RxHhI/s400/caprarola_28_sb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621891329535039282" /></a><br /><br />The whole place had you gasping until this one, for me, the piece de resistance...(hmm I ought to have done that in Italian..)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-34eMMqC8yMY/TgT4zP7oHRI/AAAAAAAAAtg/YBg3ERwXfeM/s1600/caprarola_29_sb.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-34eMMqC8yMY/TgT4zP7oHRI/AAAAAAAAAtg/YBg3ERwXfeM/s400/caprarola_29_sb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621891794198863122" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-msRUW99auBY/TgT5T-6xOjI/AAAAAAAAAto/ncSrrgev-Dw/s1600/caprarola_31_sb.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-msRUW99auBY/TgT5T-6xOjI/AAAAAAAAAto/ncSrrgev-Dw/s400/caprarola_31_sb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621892356567546418" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cUnszq-gAsY/TgT5e_tpanI/AAAAAAAAAtw/e3JN5pSmZjI/s1600/caprarola_32_sb.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cUnszq-gAsY/TgT5e_tpanI/AAAAAAAAAtw/e3JN5pSmZjI/s400/caprarola_32_sb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621892545759505010" /></a><br /><br />After this was the garden!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CyRKrGX5MJc/TgT5wqwsV6I/AAAAAAAAAt4/NSGAGBFqFug/s1600/caprarola_35_sb.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CyRKrGX5MJc/TgT5wqwsV6I/AAAAAAAAAt4/NSGAGBFqFug/s400/caprarola_35_sb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621892849372780450" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0VqOi9Ohmf8/TgT6AGa4yWI/AAAAAAAAAuA/V-cjR-36PQg/s1600/caprarola_36_sb.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0VqOi9Ohmf8/TgT6AGa4yWI/AAAAAAAAAuA/V-cjR-36PQg/s400/caprarola_36_sb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621893114495551842" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F459Xqdk65k/TgT6OEQTJ9I/AAAAAAAAAuI/h9n7UI082qw/s1600/caprarola_37_sb.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F459Xqdk65k/TgT6OEQTJ9I/AAAAAAAAAuI/h9n7UI082qw/s400/caprarola_37_sb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621893354432440274" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yCYP7HcFfsw/TgT6ho-VUsI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/vrfhwUGpIEM/s1600/caprarola_39_sb.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yCYP7HcFfsw/TgT6ho-VUsI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/vrfhwUGpIEM/s400/caprarola_39_sb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621893690706711234" /></a><br /><br />I felt as though I had wandered into a Peter Greenaway film..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ylZKzPvfHc/TgT60YQ6VLI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Osz9wuaesRU/s1600/caprarola_40_sb.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ylZKzPvfHc/TgT60YQ6VLI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Osz9wuaesRU/s400/caprarola_40_sb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621894012638745778" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fk6dSIKR_y8/TgT7F8O66jI/AAAAAAAAAug/vCm_92YF5ls/s1600/caprarola_43_sb.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fk6dSIKR_y8/TgT7F8O66jI/AAAAAAAAAug/vCm_92YF5ls/s400/caprarola_43_sb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621894314351847986" /></a><br /><br />Afterwards we all had a splendid lunch by a lake..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwFPUcT8Luw/TgT89yL8y7I/AAAAAAAAAu4/coRFNA2NQzg/s1600/lunch_2_caprarola.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwFPUcT8Luw/TgT89yL8y7I/AAAAAAAAAu4/coRFNA2NQzg/s400/lunch_2_caprarola.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621896373239335858" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pFuQ0O57HGw/TgT-FfIN5cI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/DEced2BLq64/s1600/IMG_3322.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pFuQ0O57HGw/TgT-FfIN5cI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/DEced2BLq64/s400/IMG_3322.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621897605073987010" /></a><br /><br />It was a fabulous treat after all the stresses of preparing work for presentation of all kinds as well as wonderful to be away from the city and the quite oppressive heat..<br /><br />Now that we are counting the days, my weekend rule has rather slipped and I have been busy trying out gelato all over the place. Favourites so far: Raspberry with sage (delicious), Fig with ricotta and almond (yummy), Cassata (I know it's old fashioned but you can't beat a good one) and I have noticed Licorice, I haven't plucked up the courage to try that one yet - the gelateria of that flavour is rather posh and covers the ice cream up with lids; we were debating what colour it would be - I think it has to be black..I'll let you know...<br /><br />Sadly my ice cream research all took a nosedive this week (when I got poorly) but I mean to make up for it on my last 3 days... <br /><br />Some of us (mentioning no names) are almost mainlining ice cream<br /><br /> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ptonv4Bhf2c/TgT_8d4uGlI/AAAAAAAAAvY/2vyCF2LMmNc/s1600/IMG_3340.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ptonv4Bhf2c/TgT_8d4uGlI/AAAAAAAAAvY/2vyCF2LMmNc/s400/IMG_3340.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621899649144986194" /></a><br /><br />This was his second!!<br /><br />We made him walk home..photoworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18254740740969074082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7648088921967126040.post-31005024536320914202011-06-15T05:19:00.000-07:002011-06-15T14:40:29.942-07:00Supreme MagicAfter the excitement of the Mostra opening, one always experiences a bit of a dip, more releief really that the work is up, stayed on the walls and no-one threw rotten tomatoes at you. So it was a nice weekend but very quiet; I ended up doing my laundry on Saturday.<br /><br />Sunday though, was a very special day. Rosslynd had heard about an event that happens every year at the Pantheon for Pentecost, when rose petals are thrown down from the oculus into the church. So Rosslynd, Peter, Alice and I set out early on Sunday as we were very keen to experience this.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0m1Tmmf7Xic/Tfhhi4WaCBI/AAAAAAAAAqI/iZE1FE6TIS8/s1600/par_1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0m1Tmmf7Xic/Tfhhi4WaCBI/AAAAAAAAAqI/iZE1FE6TIS8/s400/par_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618347787014506514"></a><br /><br />Even at 9am there were masses of tourists inside the Pantheon and everyone was being turfed out for the preparations for the mass at 10.30am, so we had some time to kill and went to Cafe St Eustachio for coffee and buns..<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-plwGbF505dg/Tfhm2p9WvFI/AAAAAAAAAqY/OL262Qp42FY/s1600/coffee.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 347px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-plwGbF505dg/Tfhm2p9WvFI/AAAAAAAAAqY/OL262Qp42FY/s400/coffee.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618353624306859090"></a><br /><br />This cafe is claimed to make probably the best coffee in Rome, I think they could be right...<br /><br />There was again, the most enormous scrum of people waiting to get into the Pantheon and not for mass (it is a church!) I was actually beginning to wonder if this was a good idea after all.. It took an age for the service to get going and was very interesting to experience a Roman Catholic mass again. The last time had been about 30 years ago at a funeral in Newcastle.<br /><br />First of all, it really is pure theatre; and it is so clever, as it is a theatre form which is totally inclusive for all levels of society. The Church of England could learn quite a lot from this, as so much of CofE works on excluding whole swathes of different people through their forms of worship (but that's for another time...).<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ueNUH8UXeYg/TfhqNJMeP3I/AAAAAAAAAqo/TBC3gka99sA/s1600/pentecost_2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ueNUH8UXeYg/TfhqNJMeP3I/AAAAAAAAAqo/TBC3gka99sA/s400/pentecost_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618357309183770482"></a><br /><br />Anyway, what was brilliant (and I mean intelligent brilliant) was that they started off with a marching band which was totally democratic and fun as it was proper oompah and then they sang Ave Maria with the oompah (which made me cry, I get moved at the smallest things) then there was plainsong and straight away you know that you are being messed around with emotionally just through the music.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b3IXmK2VTWk/Tfhp-5bqrZI/AAAAAAAAAqg/nRwO12qGwMQ/s1600/pentecost_1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b3IXmK2VTWk/Tfhp-5bqrZI/AAAAAAAAAqg/nRwO12qGwMQ/s400/pentecost_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618357064434363794"></a><br /><br />Then the mass started properly and the setting then was a 16th Century Mass (might have been Palestrina but of that ilk) and intensely beautiful. That's how you get got..<br /><br />And when I say theatre - I really mean it - check this out, the priest was talking about the Holy Spirit when this happened..<br /><br /><iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/dF9dxmHvMOE?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /><br />Thank you to Peter for letting me show his video.<br /><br />Also the other really weird thing is that you find yourself responding (in song and in words) as those responses have been early learnt and ingrained...(for those of you who haven't seen my proposal for this fellowship, I underwent RC catechism at the age of 7..) As anyone knows who goes to Mass, there is a building sequence until the Communion, which is the climax. On this occasion though it continued to build. Everyone knew what was going to happen but I think we all expected something different - I had imagined that the petals would be pink but they weren't<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yx-29QA63RA/TfhwqE_LJ8I/AAAAAAAAAq4/p3GuW-l2FPI/s1600/roses_1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yx-29QA63RA/TfhwqE_LJ8I/AAAAAAAAAq4/p3GuW-l2FPI/s400/roses_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618364403340224450"></a><br /><br />and that they would float down gently and settle on the floor like feathers or snowflakes that is, silently<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aak_t202Nig/Tfhwd8c21eI/AAAAAAAAAqw/IMNNH_dSgPg/s1600/roses_2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aak_t202Nig/Tfhwd8c21eI/AAAAAAAAAqw/IMNNH_dSgPg/s400/roses_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618364194890372578"></a><br /><br />but as each one landed it made a sharp thwacking sound and not only that, when they landed on you, they were literally slapping you!<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ktfRVQk4TnA/Tfhxay4joUI/AAAAAAAAArA/FYxBFpXtNjs/s1600/roses_3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ktfRVQk4TnA/Tfhxay4joUI/AAAAAAAAArA/FYxBFpXtNjs/s400/roses_3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618365240294220098"></a><br /><br />And the most surprising thing - at each thwack/slap - molecules were released, so that the whole place became filled with the scent of roses; as well as all that, there was the music. It was all quite overwhelming and intensely beautiful.<br /><br />Here's a video which Rosslynd made - I thought I had video'd it but discovered that I had forgotten to press the button<br /><br /><iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/n21U7e__9z0?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /><br />Very soon there was a carpet of crimson on the floor<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u1Tu8w4Wbbk/TfhyUL6HjQI/AAAAAAAAArI/bbocZvo98jE/s1600/roses_4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u1Tu8w4Wbbk/TfhyUL6HjQI/AAAAAAAAArI/bbocZvo98jE/s400/roses_4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618366226264198402"></a><br /><br />and everyone was laughing and delighting in it all (very like my one experience of going skiing)<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oPSKQ2SnBVs/Tfh0XOpP_cI/AAAAAAAAArQ/1lVf4k0AodA/s1600/roses_5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oPSKQ2SnBVs/Tfh0XOpP_cI/AAAAAAAAArQ/1lVf4k0AodA/s400/roses_5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618368477561617858"></a><br /><br />I got covered<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4sxZ36q20Io/TfifIc3EKvI/AAAAAAAAArg/PlNJvd6H1oM/s1600/roses_9.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4sxZ36q20Io/TfifIc3EKvI/AAAAAAAAArg/PlNJvd6H1oM/s400/roses_9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618415502679616242"></a><br /><br />It was deeply serious but incredible fun all at the same time..huge pomp <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UVJ_yH6GHRw/TfkgB3bSVRI/AAAAAAAAAr4/ZnGtuq8BO8M/s1600/roses_10.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UVJ_yH6GHRw/TfkgB3bSVRI/AAAAAAAAAr4/ZnGtuq8BO8M/s400/roses_10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618557226551760146" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-57r7KRw8CqU/TfkgrtA2_kI/AAAAAAAAAsA/1QcczjDem4I/s1600/band_2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-57r7KRw8CqU/TfkgrtA2_kI/AAAAAAAAAsA/1QcczjDem4I/s400/band_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618557945311067714" /></a><br /><br />If you know the Pantheon, you will know that it is terribly high and the Oculus is much wider than you imagine, approximately 9 meters diameter I think. Anyway it turns out, that it was all done with the help of the fire brigade!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u_6z0HolQZU/TfkbDjEwdSI/AAAAAAAAAro/U5d9J2II_1k/s1600/brigade_1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u_6z0HolQZU/TfkbDjEwdSI/AAAAAAAAAro/U5d9J2II_1k/s400/brigade_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618551757890155810" /></a><br /><br />Here's Peter thanking one of them after the service<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rtiVKFrm064/TfkbS4s1dqI/AAAAAAAAArw/7Dbv7FkybuI/s1600/brigade_2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rtiVKFrm064/TfkbS4s1dqI/AAAAAAAAArw/7Dbv7FkybuI/s400/brigade_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618552021393438370" /></a>photoworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18254740740969074082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7648088921967126040.post-59043505390883767032011-06-13T02:27:00.001-07:002011-06-13T05:41:35.474-07:00Fountains & Drains<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-14T9x2vNLoQ/TfUq0q6bQQI/AAAAAAAAAn4/cclmsqyNhYs/s1600/group_sm.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-14T9x2vNLoQ/TfUq0q6bQQI/AAAAAAAAAn4/cclmsqyNhYs/s400/group_sm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617443194575470850" /></a><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Clockwise from bottom left: Kevin Mackay, Joanna Bryniarska, Sue Russell (Deputy Head of BSR) Varda Caivano, SB, Rosslynd Piggott, Katherine Lapierre, Jacopo Benci (Fine Art Director, BSR), Geraldine Wellington (Residence Manager, BSR), Diana Taylor and Richard Gaspar </span><br /><br />This is the Fine Art cohort attempting to do louche on the BSR steps - five minutes before our opening..<br />Someone, Richard I think, suggested we channel Bullingdon Club; we failed happily...<br /><br />I should have mentioned before, that we owe our title <span style="font-style:italic;">Fountains & Drains</span>, to the very lovely Peter Partner who was here at the end of April. It was something he had said in a passing conversation with Rosslynd (about the school in bygone times and Rome) and the moment she told us, we knew that we had the perfect title for our show. Thank you Peter!<br /><br />I decided to test my SAR shoes (Swanning-About-Rome) I have been saving them for this very occasion..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PH0syVaQwjg/TfXlq5-8U1I/AAAAAAAAAqA/XWGIDczKcGg/s1600/shoes.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PH0syVaQwjg/TfXlq5-8U1I/AAAAAAAAAqA/XWGIDczKcGg/s400/shoes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617648635496649554" /></a><br /><br />(£4 in a Plymouth charity shop - bargain!) they were fine for the first two hours but torture after...<br /><br />The opening was really well attended <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ehoO_A3dPkg/TfXXYIJQYNI/AAAAAAAAAoA/qCzalnGvMTQ/s1600/general.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ehoO_A3dPkg/TfXXYIJQYNI/AAAAAAAAAoA/qCzalnGvMTQ/s400/general.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617632919717699794" /></a><br /><br />The man in the hat is Joseph Kosuth<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fSgCrIVcpUk/TfXZbriSF0I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/DrpT9Tt_g_Y/s1600/rog_val.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fSgCrIVcpUk/TfXZbriSF0I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/DrpT9Tt_g_Y/s400/rog_val.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617635179780773698" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CtWGTiwEWQs/TfXaB0z1L5I/AAAAAAAAAoY/dXX0Exdgckw/s1600/soph_nick.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CtWGTiwEWQs/TfXaB0z1L5I/AAAAAAAAAoY/dXX0Exdgckw/s400/soph_nick.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617635835105324946" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zhciTsuIrqw/TfXic-NafwI/AAAAAAAAApg/8hbrcIiXUXQ/s1600/cordelia.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zhciTsuIrqw/TfXic-NafwI/AAAAAAAAApg/8hbrcIiXUXQ/s400/cordelia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617645097578036994" /></a><br /><br />And here are some of the artists with their work..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pOzwdeBYVrg/TfXita-83FI/AAAAAAAAApo/ZhS9FFKRL8Q/s1600/ros.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pOzwdeBYVrg/TfXita-83FI/AAAAAAAAApo/ZhS9FFKRL8Q/s400/ros.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617645380179909714" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GGymxBAomYE/TfXi9xLqgzI/AAAAAAAAApw/726s0Za6hTw/s1600/katherine.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GGymxBAomYE/TfXi9xLqgzI/AAAAAAAAApw/726s0Za6hTw/s400/katherine.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617645661016720178" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PETgcLy1toQ/TfXjw7ePqSI/AAAAAAAAAp4/Ryy9TK6Qu1A/s1600/di.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PETgcLy1toQ/TfXjw7ePqSI/AAAAAAAAAp4/Ryy9TK6Qu1A/s400/di.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617646539952335138" /></a><br /><br />luckily the weather stayed fine <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rir4YQPHhyE/TfXaWd2qZgI/AAAAAAAAAog/eDAxCfXZAbw/s1600/mostra_garden.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rir4YQPHhyE/TfXaWd2qZgI/AAAAAAAAAog/eDAxCfXZAbw/s400/mostra_garden.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617636189720438274" /></a><br /><br />Thank You to Peter Fane-Saunders for these pictures of the evening.<br /><br />Afterwards we held our own party in the dining room although on a much, much smaller scale than the one we attended at the German Academy, (more school disco or family party in your parents' front room) it was very British and rather fab!<br /><br />Here are some general views of the show which I took on Saturday, it's on until 18th June and if you are in Rome then we would love to see you!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EPRQqbUMWko/TfXhBBSu3iI/AAAAAAAAAo4/yfVMSCXXxGk/s1600/view_6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EPRQqbUMWko/TfXhBBSu3iI/AAAAAAAAAo4/yfVMSCXXxGk/s400/view_6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617643517857685026" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OQgDxMxrKVk/TfXhgHoU0wI/AAAAAAAAApI/Qk6VVh0zFNA/s1600/view_4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OQgDxMxrKVk/TfXhgHoU0wI/AAAAAAAAApI/Qk6VVh0zFNA/s400/view_4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617644052134810370" /></a><br /><br />Here's Kevin, he was doing the same thing for his blog - I can't get the link to work but the address is:<br /> www.kevinmckayart.com and it is all filed under 'Rome Diary'<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BHVVe19r830/TfXh3g6vCJI/AAAAAAAAApQ/T7hNXZd8MWk/s1600/view_3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BHVVe19r830/TfXh3g6vCJI/AAAAAAAAApQ/T7hNXZd8MWk/s400/view_3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617644454059903122" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bGg1A94umLc/TfXiHLUH5CI/AAAAAAAAApY/1S7BgLJa13w/s1600/view_1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bGg1A94umLc/TfXiHLUH5CI/AAAAAAAAApY/1S7BgLJa13w/s400/view_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617644723138716706" /></a>photoworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18254740740969074082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7648088921967126040.post-17863807844195940002011-06-11T10:34:00.001-07:002011-06-11T14:30:12.859-07:00Checking out the competition...On Thursday a few of us went along to the German Academy open studios and party. We were joined by Kamathi Donkor who has just been awarded the Derek Hill Scholarship and John Gill who is Chair of the Fine Art faculty at BSR who also arrived at the same time. Kamathi had come for a pre-visit prior to taking up his scholarship in October. <br /><br />I think it is a brilliant idea for new scholars to visit beforehand to get a taste of what happens here and it was lovely to meet him; I think he will be in my studio when he comes, it's a lovely studio and we all wish him the very best for his time here, we know he is in for a real treat... <br /><br />It was wonderful to see John and to drag him out with us - he is always very much in demand by everyone (the Academics got in quick and introduced him to a couple of episodes of BL earlier in the evening..)<br /><br />The German Academy was incredible - really beautiful studios in a lovely setting with grounds <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q7WqHF_mvHw/TfPR_n5NkJI/AAAAAAAAAnI/sMw7r0Lb5tk/s1600/german_2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q7WqHF_mvHw/TfPR_n5NkJI/AAAAAAAAAnI/sMw7r0Lb5tk/s400/german_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617064051232051346" /></a><br />Here they are on the left of this image..<br /><br />I wouldn't normally show myself on the blog but we really are beginning to feel a weird kind of end of term feeling - strange how this always manifests itself in an increase of photo activity..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UuKLwlVd7Vg/TfPZ5sCEz2I/AAAAAAAAAnw/Au33o-3FZWA/s1600/me_di_rich.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UuKLwlVd7Vg/TfPZ5sCEz2I/AAAAAAAAAnw/Au33o-3FZWA/s400/me_di_rich.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617072745356775266" /></a><br /><br />That aside - I was very pleased to see that standards were being upheld regarding German male attire...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iCPZtXRu2Bs/TfPTAg0b9JI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/UlIj9Bxe4LM/s1600/leider.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iCPZtXRu2Bs/TfPTAg0b9JI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/UlIj9Bxe4LM/s400/leider.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617065166024471698" /></a><br /><br />And it was interesting to see what was being produced in the studios. Here's something that caught my eye..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w8DS492iQ1c/TfPWlD0EfEI/AAAAAAAAAno/itdJG_7iU5M/s1600/ipray.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w8DS492iQ1c/TfPWlD0EfEI/AAAAAAAAAno/itdJG_7iU5M/s400/ipray.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617069092428348482" /></a><br /><br />Again, happily our overall feeling was that one could be almost too scared to make a mess in these studios, as they were so perfect in design and pristine - there is something rather special about our rather lived-in and knocked-about-the-edges studios which positively encourage mess-making, mud-pies and creativity.<br /><br />The after-show party was held in a different part of the grounds. The scale of it was incredible..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DccY92yDhjY/TfPTqmaJ36I/AAAAAAAAAnY/YD9GmPi_zyc/s1600/german.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DccY92yDhjY/TfPTqmaJ36I/AAAAAAAAAnY/YD9GmPi_zyc/s400/german.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617065889079353250" /></a><br /><br />..and they had the most enormous buffet. <br />You could eat anything as long as it was meat (and bread)!! I did look for vegetables but gave up quite quickly when I discovered that the only veg was chips.. <br /><br />We still had a really good time<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb_vPbsagcg/TfPVLzg9T6I/AAAAAAAAAng/pOyiBURHV5Q/s1600/german_us.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb_vPbsagcg/TfPVLzg9T6I/AAAAAAAAAng/pOyiBURHV5Q/s400/german_us.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617067559044861858" /></a><br /><br />The next night (last night ) was our own opening, I'll tell you all about that tomorrow...photoworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18254740740969074082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7648088921967126040.post-31731812634726400792011-06-07T09:09:00.000-07:002011-06-07T10:05:00.165-07:00More from the cult of F...Well, although you haven't heard much of late about any cult activity - it doesn't mean that it hasn't been going on..I can tell you categorically of at least two missions which I heard of within the last four weeks; at level P (for Prunella - that's actually pretty serious...). <br /><br />I have been noticing that all the corridors in the BSR have cupboards in them<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a1CbFe-ZIUg/Te5SSSr_qRI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/R79NaPSyjQg/s1600/corridor.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a1CbFe-ZIUg/Te5SSSr_qRI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/R79NaPSyjQg/s400/corridor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615516259585075474" /></a><br /><br />and what's more<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sAnHn8e8sBw/Te5SfMXY4gI/AAAAAAAAAmY/i1z2pUFILIg/s1600/corridor_2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sAnHn8e8sBw/Te5SfMXY4gI/AAAAAAAAAmY/i1z2pUFILIg/s400/corridor_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615516481226334722" /></a><br /><br />they are all locked<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8su7w7ojy80/Te5SqzOLKXI/AAAAAAAAAmg/Q7j7MLuYovE/s1600/corridor_3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8su7w7ojy80/Te5SqzOLKXI/AAAAAAAAAmg/Q7j7MLuYovE/s400/corridor_3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615516680635230578" /></a><br /><br />with padlocks..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0ok6nIj6AxA/Te5S7Zy8RyI/AAAAAAAAAmo/IzKs7sDx8ZQ/s1600/locks.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0ok6nIj6AxA/Te5S7Zy8RyI/AAAAAAAAAmo/IzKs7sDx8ZQ/s400/locks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615516965867898658" /></a><br /><br />what's that all about??<br /><br />And while I am trying to puzzle that one out, I have been on a serious hunt for the C of F HQ...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-soQaycwQnSA/Te5T2izsYCI/AAAAAAAAAmw/9tqwi-QVeps/s1600/13.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-soQaycwQnSA/Te5T2izsYCI/AAAAAAAAAmw/9tqwi-QVeps/s400/13.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615517981899251746" /></a><br /><br />I thought I had found it but it turned out just to be someone's room.<br /><br />So I did some more serious lateral thinking and realised that 13 is far too contemporary to be Roman so<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DptTGO085uE/Te5UO7oOqUI/AAAAAAAAAm4/0IqPXmf6CUc/s1600/ides.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DptTGO085uE/Te5UO7oOqUI/AAAAAAAAAm4/0IqPXmf6CUc/s400/ides.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615518400878913858" /></a><br /><br />this has to be it! You can't get more Roman than the ides now, can you?<br /><br />Anyway, I can't tell you any more as I have been sworn to secrecy as a new cult member. I accidently stumbled across some Agents while I was doing my detective work around the place, they have been following me for weeks and are now threatening me with all sorts (licorice - much worse than vegemite...)photoworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18254740740969074082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7648088921967126040.post-45494822399330391762011-06-06T13:27:00.001-07:002011-06-06T13:30:10.591-07:00Mostra Preparations..<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cyzzYG4du-o/Te04UtpugBI/AAAAAAAAAmI/s2GyX_GMyKE/s1600/Image_bsr.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cyzzYG4du-o/Te04UtpugBI/AAAAAAAAAmI/s2GyX_GMyKE/s400/Image_bsr.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615206238904025106" /></a><br /><br />Tomorrow my prints for the show are being made, fingers crossed they come out ok. <br /><br />Please consider yourselves invited to the Mostra on Friday!<br /><br />More news soon...photoworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18254740740969074082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7648088921967126040.post-63899764935794224982011-06-05T02:34:00.000-07:002011-06-05T04:48:11.186-07:00Severed limbs and other stuffI've had to abandon the nun's shoes this last week as it is so hot here. If I wear them in this weather, they begin to compete with my sons' trainers (you really don't want to know) and I have to leave them outside my windows.. My main problem now is<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MtZa7lQy4PA/TetQrnUUNbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/i2EAnfpzcIA/s1600/nunsfeet.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MtZa7lQy4PA/TetQrnUUNbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/i2EAnfpzcIA/s400/nunsfeet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614670070666245554" /></a><br /><br />...being delicious to mosquitos. I would like to know though, why they prefer my left leg? This was taken a couple of weeks ago - I look like Spotty Muldoon now..<br /><br />Yesterday - Saturday (so, melon & carrot and mango & peach - can recommend both) I took myself off to EUR. EUR is the area of Rome developed by Mussolini, it is enormous. The reason I went was to visit the Museum of Folklore which was right up my street.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--U1P7EI4SHo/TetYxUYda7I/AAAAAAAAAkA/XfhB02rmjso/s1600/eur_1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--U1P7EI4SHo/TetYxUYda7I/AAAAAAAAAkA/XfhB02rmjso/s400/eur_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614678964755590066" /></a><br /><br />At first it looked a little dull with lots of old carts and wooden handlebars <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dJGyqWhFP8w/TetrIb7ZxuI/AAAAAAAAAmA/vLT4d-gWAPI/s1600/cart.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dJGyqWhFP8w/TetrIb7ZxuI/AAAAAAAAAmA/vLT4d-gWAPI/s400/cart.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614699153127491298" /></a><br /><br />Although I quite liked this one..<br /><br />Then you get upstairs and it's a lot more interesting. It reminded me of the Bygones museums which we had to visit at school (at the time, those visits seemed interminable but now I really wish I had taken more notice of them) with lots of implements for the farm or the house<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AZCbQVULSdk/Tetg_yZrxII/AAAAAAAAAkQ/yV2MJZnhrN4/s1600/jelly_2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 355px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AZCbQVULSdk/Tetg_yZrxII/AAAAAAAAAkQ/yV2MJZnhrN4/s400/jelly_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614688009424979074" /></a><br /><br />I can never resist a jelly mould now, can I?<br /><br />And stuff for hunting<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AGLDTR4uKkY/TethayEpvqI/AAAAAAAAAkY/KthMeYorFUs/s1600/decoy_2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AGLDTR4uKkY/TethayEpvqI/AAAAAAAAAkY/KthMeYorFUs/s400/decoy_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614688473193234082" /></a><br /><br />And my favourites, decoy ducks!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kPfGXuGE06c/TethqyM12UI/AAAAAAAAAkg/tD1BgpnMh6s/s1600/decoy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kPfGXuGE06c/TethqyM12UI/AAAAAAAAAkg/tD1BgpnMh6s/s400/decoy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614688748105488706" /></a><br /><br />I liked this apparatus for selling water on the streets<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rOeN6Is5Th0/Teto-ILU8GI/AAAAAAAAAlo/AREbk80klcE/s1600/water.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rOeN6Is5Th0/Teto-ILU8GI/AAAAAAAAAlo/AREbk80klcE/s400/water.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614696777003626594" /></a><br /><br />They had lots of silver votives, I have always liked these - I first saw some in Greece where they are called Tama (I think, or something very like) and are used to say prayers for either yourself or your loved ones for healing bits of you<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CxHddZ-hAM0/TetaInCZHrI/AAAAAAAAAkI/qZimpveQ1hY/s1600/votive_1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CxHddZ-hAM0/TetaInCZHrI/AAAAAAAAAkI/qZimpveQ1hY/s400/votive_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614680464411926194" /></a><br /><br />And these weird ones - which really caught my fancy..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A25F_x4tpxo/TetjBRGVOtI/AAAAAAAAAkw/W9z6a6ftq5o/s1600/votive_4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A25F_x4tpxo/TetjBRGVOtI/AAAAAAAAAkw/W9z6a6ftq5o/s400/votive_4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614690233868434130" /></a><br /><br />I love the attention to detail - those bloody stumps and the painted toe and fingernails! Or do you think those red tips are actually from where the nails have been ripped off - they really are gruesome aren't they? There does appear too to be some Stigmatic action going on as well..<br /><br />I wonder if one of these would stop those mozzies from going for my leg?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpsGWuK2A6Q/TetkJZKWraI/AAAAAAAAAk4/1NYHkKTup88/s1600/leg.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpsGWuK2A6Q/TetkJZKWraI/AAAAAAAAAk4/1NYHkKTup88/s400/leg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614691472983371170" /></a><br /><br />What do you think that this is for??<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Diar-UcwPQE/TetlxNnB56I/AAAAAAAAAlA/tlZLZorsWg0/s1600/votive_5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Diar-UcwPQE/TetlxNnB56I/AAAAAAAAAlA/tlZLZorsWg0/s400/votive_5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614693256588814242" /></a><br /><br />Or this?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MGdnoIGkZwk/TetmCYFKzwI/AAAAAAAAAlI/k2iolAHaWiU/s1600/votive_6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MGdnoIGkZwk/TetmCYFKzwI/AAAAAAAAAlI/k2iolAHaWiU/s400/votive_6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614693551457357570" /></a><br /><br />I was excited to discover these amulets<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CEVp2H_cglw/Tetp64SAu-I/AAAAAAAAAl4/oIa4HD0gbyE/s1600/amulet_3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CEVp2H_cglw/Tetp64SAu-I/AAAAAAAAAl4/oIa4HD0gbyE/s400/amulet_3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614697820708715490" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_6j-4xMXjmQ/Tetp6tSK-1I/AAAAAAAAAlw/UCIQzJQmkT8/s1600/amulet_2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_6j-4xMXjmQ/Tetp6tSK-1I/AAAAAAAAAlw/UCIQzJQmkT8/s400/amulet_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614697817756597074" /></a><br /><br />Amazingly similar to the Ashby Amulets which I will be photographing this week<br /><br />There were some old billboards for advertising stuff too - these are for watermelons<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E8v_CTp1FTE/TetnVYKPLZI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/sDDNneoQcXs/s1600/melons_1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 321px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E8v_CTp1FTE/TetnVYKPLZI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/sDDNneoQcXs/s400/melons_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614694977407757714" /></a><br /><br />Some things never change..photoworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18254740740969074082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7648088921967126040.post-4723063738905658572011-06-03T00:33:00.000-07:002011-06-03T03:32:38.190-07:00Tourists, Gelati, a good example of a bad photo and ApperativiAs part of the family tradition of superstition (it's not just me), my sister Mandy has made me promise to throw a coin into the Trevi Fountain for her. I have made several attempts to go there but have been beaten back each time by the hordes of tourists; I really hate crowds<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-suRgkGpzhU8/TeiXEXKG8GI/AAAAAAAAAiY/aMnzzT2YkOw/s1600/trevi.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-suRgkGpzhU8/TeiXEXKG8GI/AAAAAAAAAiY/aMnzzT2YkOw/s400/trevi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613903036709007458" /></a><br /><br />I know that the best time to do this would be very early in the morning when it will be quiet. I did this in my first week here when I went to see the Spanish Steps<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IFfC2AmcxcI/Teib2HsuU8I/AAAAAAAAAig/9-0BqdACQ90/s1600/spagna.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IFfC2AmcxcI/Teib2HsuU8I/AAAAAAAAAig/9-0BqdACQ90/s400/spagna.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613908289599198146" /></a><br /><br />it certainly doesn't look like that later in the day..<br /><br />The trouble with the Trevi is that I really ought to just get up early on a weekday and visit it but my weekdays are pretty much organised with studio, library, museums etc and weekends are the best time for just wandering about and discovering things. <br /><br />Take last weekend, I discovered quite by chance a cat sanctuary on Piazza Vittorio Emmanuelle!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pEKYoirC7yQ/TeiedeN8sDI/AAAAAAAAAio/QNGCR1-SSLg/s1600/cats_4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pEKYoirC7yQ/TeiedeN8sDI/AAAAAAAAAio/QNGCR1-SSLg/s400/cats_4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613911164682285106" /></a><br /><br />Admittedly, you'd have to know that you were looking at a cat sanctuary (lucky I just told you..) and you probably have to look a bit hard for the cats - here's some help...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lMG6zsZZwqY/Teig4gyZALI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_n28oXODfYM/s1600/cats_2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lMG6zsZZwqY/Teig4gyZALI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_n28oXODfYM/s400/cats_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613913828251730098" /></a><br /><br />[Actually, thinking about this, I realise that this is key material for my research! These are just the sort of pictures that your Mum would like (I'm a mum and I like them...) and they also illustrate a good example of a bad photograph (basically anything that your mother would like)...Hmmm]<br /><br />This is another reason why I like Rome so much - Romans really love their cats and look after them - there are at least three cat sanctuaries that I know of..<br /><br />Ellen sent me a photo of one that she found in a burial ground<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--tvaXNRYtKw/Teii6MMiP8I/AAAAAAAAAi4/-73752F9iA4/s1600/roma%2B155.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--tvaXNRYtKw/Teii6MMiP8I/AAAAAAAAAi4/-73752F9iA4/s400/roma%2B155.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613916056107237314" /></a><br /><br />Anyway, that was a slight digression as I found the sanctuary whilst on my way to Fassi's ice cream parlour nearby, it's been going since the 1920's<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_CFSTRBfok/TeijqBjppmI/AAAAAAAAAjA/ZCaYFQ2SS0w/s1600/fassi_1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_CFSTRBfok/TeijqBjppmI/AAAAAAAAAjA/ZCaYFQ2SS0w/s400/fassi_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613916877885122146" /></a><br /><br />(Is it just me or have I only just noticed the very large male gamete swimming up that woman's arm??)<br /><br />It was very hot last Sunday and I have discovered that the absolutely best way to cool down is to have a gelato!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yRbMhnn9vo4/TeikHeFY-jI/AAAAAAAAAjI/IZGwFI5Ptrw/s1600/fassi_2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yRbMhnn9vo4/TeikHeFY-jI/AAAAAAAAAjI/IZGwFI5Ptrw/s400/fassi_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613917383759034930" /></a><br /><br />This one's nut, strawberry and rice pudding (I can really recommend rice pudding as a flavour). I try and limit my ice cream intake to weekends and public holidays (luckily there was one yesterday - so, cherry ripple and pannacotta - I don't recommend pannacotta) and am realising that there are very few weekends left until the end of June - even if I were to drop my weekend rule - that would still only be 25 days (including today)...that's 25 ice creams...or 6 if I just stick to my weekend rule..<br /><br />The other really nice thing to do is to go to the Art Bar for an Apparativo..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s7lsVwVOGIM/TeimLNHcF3I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/IN_DnmZcSWk/s1600/art_bar_2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s7lsVwVOGIM/TeimLNHcF3I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/IN_DnmZcSWk/s400/art_bar_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613919646946957170" /></a><br /><br />That was my first visit, Ellen, Sam and Alice very sweetly took me out with them the day that George went home and I was feeling low. The Art Bar is quite handy being just next door to the BSR in the Contemporary Art Museum. We had Campari Soda and Alice had Aperol which is a totally wild colour. Everything looked so pretty - amazing that you get all these free nibbles with your drinks too (including a spoon for the peanuts - so sensible! Why don't we do that??)<br /><br />It's great to do something special like this every now and again or when one is feeling a bit jaded (hard to feel jaded in Rome though) or if you have just done something pleasant - Ellen and I went again last week<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1_nbgH40Ijo/TeinQQybX2I/AAAAAAAAAjY/igWk7tLQ9Gs/s1600/artbar_2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1_nbgH40Ijo/TeinQQybX2I/AAAAAAAAAjY/igWk7tLQ9Gs/s400/artbar_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613920833343545186" /></a><br /><br />It had been her birthday and she had some birthday money so we did some special shopping (handbag!! So much nicer than supermarket shopping - which is a topic for another day). <br /><br />Actually I'm a bit surprised that they let any of us lot from next door in, as everyone else there is really dressed up. It's great for people watching and quite good for a spot of bird watching too...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eAB3xq8i9BQ/Teir-ZnjaAI/AAAAAAAAAjo/t_XRTrtZz9Q/s1600/art_bar_birds.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eAB3xq8i9BQ/Teir-ZnjaAI/AAAAAAAAAjo/t_XRTrtZz9Q/s400/art_bar_birds.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613926024034347010" /></a>photoworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18254740740969074082noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7648088921967126040.post-9484162858476761652011-06-01T07:24:00.000-07:002011-06-07T06:14:45.520-07:00Ashby in AbruzzoThis has been a busy week! On Sunday Celia Davies from Photoworks arrived and it was great to spend the day with Celia on Monday, going over the project and discussing the work. Incredibly helpful and illuminating.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p2D5D3sQpyw/TedssIMLmPI/AAAAAAAAAfk/UfXMueoJifw/s1600/ashbylaunch_13.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p2D5D3sQpyw/TedssIMLmPI/AAAAAAAAAfk/UfXMueoJifw/s400/ashbylaunch_13.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613574965909231858" /></a><br /><br />On Tuesday we waved her off to the Biennale in Venice while major preparations were taking place for the launch of the book 'Ashby in Abruzzo' and for the celebrations of Abruzzian culture prior to the donation of the images to the Abruzzo community by the BSR. This is because since the recent earthquake at L'Aquila so much was destroyed.<br /><br />Valerie and her team in the Library have been working for quite some time to prepare the launch and it turned into a really splendid event and magical evening..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4Gf-DcvNnNc/TedtnUIbAgI/AAAAAAAAAf0/UB_uxvYFG9E/s1600/ashbylaunch_5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4Gf-DcvNnNc/TedtnUIbAgI/AAAAAAAAAf0/UB_uxvYFG9E/s400/ashbylaunch_5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613575982726971906" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDMmj-13u1g/TedtceLlJ4I/AAAAAAAAAfs/TTChzYGHPVA/s1600/ashbylaunch_4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDMmj-13u1g/TedtceLlJ4I/AAAAAAAAAfs/TTChzYGHPVA/s400/ashbylaunch_4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613575796446013314" /></a><br /><br />We were all invited too and were requested to dress appropriately, Peter, Raphael and Michael did us all proud....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WLQsBrD0JRQ/Tedt3Uik8hI/AAAAAAAAAf8/ay5VkQWSpi0/s1600/ashbylaunch_3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WLQsBrD0JRQ/Tedt3Uik8hI/AAAAAAAAAf8/ay5VkQWSpi0/s400/ashbylaunch_3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613576257714582034" /></a><br /><br />I was intrigued with all the preparations beforehand - especially the deep fat frier set up outside my studio...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4igwGioZUhU/TeduaZPi_kI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QYa2DwNlLgU/s1600/ashbylaunch_1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4igwGioZUhU/TeduaZPi_kI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QYa2DwNlLgU/s400/ashbylaunch_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613576860272361026" /></a><br /><br />Valerie made a splendid exhibition of some of the Ashby images along with a couple of his photograph albums and his field camera<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aofhAnoUgn8/TedvbVGg1eI/AAAAAAAAAgU/3ov-o2pFyKs/s1600/ashbylaunch_9.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aofhAnoUgn8/TedvbVGg1eI/AAAAAAAAAgU/3ov-o2pFyKs/s400/ashbylaunch_9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613577975852226018" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SgSygL429es/Tedvj_KEMYI/AAAAAAAAAgc/4YzwNTf3U_A/s1600/ashbylaunch_12.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SgSygL429es/Tedvj_KEMYI/AAAAAAAAAgc/4YzwNTf3U_A/s400/ashbylaunch_12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613578124580368770" /></a><br /><br />I really like the movement of the people in his photographs...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-22JSDFe4uVc/TedvMe03oHI/AAAAAAAAAgM/EHVI6lL814w/s1600/ashbylaunch_14.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-22JSDFe4uVc/TedvMe03oHI/AAAAAAAAAgM/EHVI6lL814w/s400/ashbylaunch_14.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613577720764538994" /></a><br /><br />There followed a presentation from various dignitaries in the lecture theatre including Christopher<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8KgKE2LEZzc/Ted3kywlB4I/AAAAAAAAAgk/fSgpwljvbAA/s1600/ashbylaunch_16.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8KgKE2LEZzc/Ted3kywlB4I/AAAAAAAAAgk/fSgpwljvbAA/s400/ashbylaunch_16.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613586934525134722" /></a><br /><br />all in Italian - and I found that I can understand now much more than I realised (just wish I could speak it better..)<br /><br />Then there was some music from Abbruzzo<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-44yi-pC7WEY/Ted4soHKerI/AAAAAAAAAgs/9qgXuDvdenY/s1600/ashbylaunch_17.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-44yi-pC7WEY/Ted4soHKerI/AAAAAAAAAgs/9qgXuDvdenY/s400/ashbylaunch_17.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613588168617654962" /></a><br /><br />with amazing singing from Rosaria Angotti and fantastic piano accompaniment from Emanuela Longo.<br /><br />With that, everyone went up to the cortile for the most amazing buffet<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RPRFv-RDGYw/Ted5k8cG6uI/AAAAAAAAAg0/5Lcbi0XogGs/s1600/ashbylaunch_18.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RPRFv-RDGYw/Ted5k8cG6uI/AAAAAAAAAg0/5Lcbi0XogGs/s400/ashbylaunch_18.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613589136146885346" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EPqKKJgQCjI/Ted6HKgJB8I/AAAAAAAAAhE/zvpw_VWxOf4/s1600/ashbylaunch_25.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EPqKKJgQCjI/Ted6HKgJB8I/AAAAAAAAAhE/zvpw_VWxOf4/s400/ashbylaunch_25.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613589724037449666" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fauzZk2zMSo/Ted6fKIG_bI/AAAAAAAAAhM/1U9TTY9ljS8/s1600/ashbylaunch_24.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fauzZk2zMSo/Ted6fKIG_bI/AAAAAAAAAhM/1U9TTY9ljS8/s400/ashbylaunch_24.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613590136253513138" /></a><br /><br />I love the way they presented everything <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p6LQaB1In18/Ted6xTFUURI/AAAAAAAAAhU/lH0a4W6up6c/s1600/ashbylaunch_20.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p6LQaB1In18/Ted6xTFUURI/AAAAAAAAAhU/lH0a4W6up6c/s400/ashbylaunch_20.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613590447895367954" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HY95KddMkyc/Ted69VKKoFI/AAAAAAAAAhc/ZD5dOcxdFoA/s1600/ashbylaunch_21.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HY95KddMkyc/Ted69VKKoFI/AAAAAAAAAhc/ZD5dOcxdFoA/s400/ashbylaunch_21.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613590654611005522" /></a><br /><br />I couldn't get close to the savouries - but no-one was around the sweetie section and it all looked so pretty<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-56LucdlpIMc/Ted7OggTymI/AAAAAAAAAhk/Lry5RSfmtCA/s1600/ashbylaunch_22.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-56LucdlpIMc/Ted7OggTymI/AAAAAAAAAhk/Lry5RSfmtCA/s400/ashbylaunch_22.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613590949714446946" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WaGdUCrBIfs/Ted7Xe0ax7I/AAAAAAAAAhs/05W-vZSZ06k/s1600/ashbylaunch_23.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WaGdUCrBIfs/Ted7Xe0ax7I/AAAAAAAAAhs/05W-vZSZ06k/s400/ashbylaunch_23.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613591103880742834" /></a><br /><br />You can imagine how lovely it was to be mingling in the warm evening with the sound of the fountain playing and as the sun went down the magic of candlelight. <br /><br />I suddenly found myself in a ghostly conversation with Thomas Ashby (my exposures had to be long ones because of the time of day) causing the same movement of people in my pictures, an echo back to his images, all that time ago..<br /><br />Click on these below and you will see..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t5e4kLXl1-E/Ted80h4EnZI/AAAAAAAAAh8/n3NdUH7TnEM/s1600/ashby_7_web.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t5e4kLXl1-E/Ted80h4EnZI/AAAAAAAAAh8/n3NdUH7TnEM/s400/ashby_7_web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613592702429207954" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZIM4B7QlGTA/Ted8hLXzptI/AAAAAAAAAh0/dtH5UBOAOZs/s1600/Ashby_1_web.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZIM4B7QlGTA/Ted8hLXzptI/AAAAAAAAAh0/dtH5UBOAOZs/s400/Ashby_1_web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613592369970783954" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1KaOCehmSlw/Ted9ZTiX8wI/AAAAAAAAAiM/1SbvcGSjwBY/s1600/ashby_4_web.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1KaOCehmSlw/Ted9ZTiX8wI/AAAAAAAAAiM/1SbvcGSjwBY/s400/ashby_4_web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613593334235263746" /></a><br /><br />even the studio corridor was lit!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fd8pl3X-Dts/Ted9DK21KBI/AAAAAAAAAiE/oDaV5PVsvaQ/s1600/corridor_1_web.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fd8pl3X-Dts/Ted9DK21KBI/AAAAAAAAAiE/oDaV5PVsvaQ/s400/corridor_1_web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613592953948022802" /></a><br /><br />It was wonderful and a real privilege to see and be part of the BSR, on form and at its very best..photoworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18254740740969074082noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7648088921967126040.post-91219389259858625122011-05-29T07:49:00.000-07:002011-05-29T09:09:48.642-07:00Ciao Belli to the CoR XXSadly the students on the City of Rome Course who have been with us for the last two months, finished on Thursday this week. They were great to have around and I had some wonderful conversations with them all. Many of them were incredibly helpful with my research too, so thank you CoR. I shall miss you! (Not least, as you were my main sock source...) <br /><br />I did a quick scout around on the roof on Friday and this was all I could find..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DhbWpB5EW9s/TeJiswT1CiI/AAAAAAAAAec/wWkFoOTLd3Y/s1600/last_sok.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DhbWpB5EW9s/TeJiswT1CiI/AAAAAAAAAec/wWkFoOTLd3Y/s400/last_sok.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612156606678895138" /></a><br /><br />There was also a dusty old pair of boxers but I think St Ant and I have to draw the line somewhere..<br /><br />The School seems strangely empty now and suddenly too there is some pressure as one realises that we are two thirds through and there is just one month left to go. There is one advantage though to having fewer people around and that is that we can now comfortably put things in the fridges - so less chance of repeating the episode a month ago of the forgotten fish..<br /><br />Already it is beginning to feel as though things are beginning to wind down. On Wednesday night it was the American Academy Open Studios opening, so a few of us went along..<br /><br />This is the entrance with one of the studios behind. Incredibly flash...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KMNlv3rQ0vA/TeJmCOym43I/AAAAAAAAAe0/p2WpItraxA0/s1600/AAIR2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KMNlv3rQ0vA/TeJmCOym43I/AAAAAAAAAe0/p2WpItraxA0/s400/AAIR2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612160274173191026" /></a><br /><br />They have a lot more artists there, nineteen to our eight and they also had Chuck Close and William Kentridge in residence..<br /><br />It was a beautiful evening<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HKFsawoI_9M/TeJoFbXUztI/AAAAAAAAAe8/VqSjisj_pjI/s1600/AAIR3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HKFsawoI_9M/TeJoFbXUztI/AAAAAAAAAe8/VqSjisj_pjI/s400/AAIR3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612162528111283922" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-69kUeNgEzDM/TeJoPXCnt8I/AAAAAAAAAfE/b8VoItRXF8A/s1600/AIR4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-69kUeNgEzDM/TeJoPXCnt8I/AAAAAAAAAfE/b8VoItRXF8A/s400/AIR4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612162698749392834" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HTEjIqEGI3A/TeJocWGWwcI/AAAAAAAAAfM/-3nxZtpDtDQ/s1600/roofgarden.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HTEjIqEGI3A/TeJocWGWwcI/AAAAAAAAAfM/-3nxZtpDtDQ/s400/roofgarden.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612162921834922434" /></a><br /><br />And a beautiful setting high up on the Janiculum Hill with incredible views over the city. There were loads of people there and they seemed to have a never-ending source of refreshments<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-688-zOe4abI/TeJpBX2k2nI/AAAAAAAAAfU/RF6Zz7CVtgo/s1600/AAIR.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-688-zOe4abI/TeJpBX2k2nI/AAAAAAAAAfU/RF6Zz7CVtgo/s400/AAIR.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612163557960768114" /></a><br /><br />We enjoyed (quite a few glasses of) their Prosecco..<br />Thank you to Kevin for these images as I stupidly, didn't bring my camera out with me. I must say though, that having experienced an evening of such splendour - we all decided that we very much prefer everything that we are experiencing at the BSR, not only does it feel more real but it is actually a whole lot more fun ( I bet you have to be on your best behaviour all the time at the AAR..)<br /><br />All this week again, has been spent hard at work in the studio, I love it... <br /><br />Here's a couple of views of this week's activity..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EQIHqg6AR5w/TeJj00rMnaI/AAAAAAAAAek/D1RPdgDWb5M/s1600/view_1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EQIHqg6AR5w/TeJj00rMnaI/AAAAAAAAAek/D1RPdgDWb5M/s400/view_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612157844801232290" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_JK-Al1tn3w/TeJkAFy0cPI/AAAAAAAAAes/kNYIfuttDrE/s1600/view_2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_JK-Al1tn3w/TeJkAFy0cPI/AAAAAAAAAes/kNYIfuttDrE/s400/view_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612158038375166194" /></a>photoworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18254740740969074082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7648088921967126040.post-66076231756077542342011-05-25T00:29:00.000-07:002011-05-25T01:13:00.653-07:00Marmite/Vegemite Ban!The conversation over breakfast this morning has been dominated by the announcement of the ban of Marmite AND Vegemite in Denmark! <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tH4X_WdSbeg/Tdy3CCMbZgI/AAAAAAAAAeU/Mhp4nWptFYQ/s1600/ban.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tH4X_WdSbeg/Tdy3CCMbZgI/AAAAAAAAAeU/Mhp4nWptFYQ/s400/ban.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610560481373414914" /></a><br /><br />It led to a long discourse on what the ban of these foodstuffs might mean? Would visitors to Denmark be banned from entering the country if they were carrying it for their own consumption - so that it could be like some kind of soft drug law? Will there now be sniffer dogs trained to detect traces around a person - could it be smuggled in one's socks? You could even disguise tubes of Marmite/Vegemite and pretend they were toothpaste (could give one a bit of a surprise first thing in the morning)..<br /><br />Or if there is a complete ban, then it opens the floodgates for black (or rather brown) market activity... Already we are preparing our own Cartel, calling a truce on Marmite-Vegemite wars and joining together in common pursuit of dark, salty sticky stuff to spread on our toast all over the globe..photoworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18254740740969074082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7648088921967126040.post-13811212299359083022011-05-24T12:32:00.000-07:002011-05-24T13:05:34.610-07:00News from PurgatoryI realise that I haven't shared with you my recent visit to the Museum of Purgatory...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D6npOw4Y1Pg/TdwKK7H7h5I/AAAAAAAAAd8/YCzd6htFV7I/s1600/purg_1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D6npOw4Y1Pg/TdwKK7H7h5I/AAAAAAAAAd8/YCzd6htFV7I/s400/purg_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610370418582718354" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pPJpkpuBfVU/TdwKaoVfFwI/AAAAAAAAAeE/NJAx5Et-xY4/s1600/Purg_2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pPJpkpuBfVU/TdwKaoVfFwI/AAAAAAAAAeE/NJAx5Et-xY4/s400/Purg_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610370688417208066" /></a><br /><br />It is a very small museum and a lot of the exhibits are quite similar - usually involving a burned hand or fingerprints.. It was very dark inside and the people looking after it were actually very nice and not creepy at all, as you might expect. <br /><br />I think I might try my own version of a message from Purgatory - possibly indenting my hand into some room temperature lard - having perhaps first smeared it in warm marmite - for that burnt kind of aesthetic? <br />What do you think? <br /><br />Then I can wipe my hand on some starched fabric so that it looks like a greasy apparition from the other world..<br /><br />That museum made me feel very uncomfortably at home - reminding me of things from my childhood that I thought I had forgotten....photoworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18254740740969074082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7648088921967126040.post-38446746856349255812011-05-23T01:51:00.000-07:002011-05-23T04:27:25.499-07:00Rapture and other stuffWhat happened to the Rapture then? <br /><br />A few of us were all on our way on the day, bouncing into the City centre on a 116 bus - it's incredibly bumpy over the cobbles - at around 6pm, the time when it was meant to happen (I do wonder if we weren't already in rapture as Rome is so beautiful - although the 116 bus does remind you that you are firmly on the ground and our driver was incredibly grumpy). <br /><br />Amazing though, how everyone was talking about it and taking it so seriously - I was listening online on Radio 4 and it was all over the news - and then, nothing; not mentioned again, at all. That's the media for you..<br /><br />Speaking of news - here's an update on the bike front - it's gone! Well, I can only think that one of two things happened<br /><br />1. Whoever owned the bike saw us putting rubber gloves all over it and took umbrage and moved it <br /><br />or <br /><br />2. (Which I prefer to believe) that St Ant did his stuff and re-united it to it's owner and so, the collaboration continues.. (Bykeulike??) <br />Result!!<br /><br />Having been working away all week in the studio, I did reward myself by joining the CoR course on a visit to Tivoli on Saturday. We went to the Villa Adriana - Hadrian's Villa which is a hymn to conspicuous consumption and total excess but is also incredibly beautiful.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A0G38sQQYtY/TdonEFRrLpI/AAAAAAAAAdc/C3sRn8LJM7I/s1600/adriana_4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A0G38sQQYtY/TdonEFRrLpI/AAAAAAAAAdc/C3sRn8LJM7I/s400/adriana_4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609839236932644498" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6bGAsf2W2N8/Tdom0_ZoPFI/AAAAAAAAAdU/iQgRu9vWQtE/s1600/adriana_1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6bGAsf2W2N8/Tdom0_ZoPFI/AAAAAAAAAdU/iQgRu9vWQtE/s400/adriana_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609838977657355346" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v1AHir_DaIA/TdonXLJ33lI/AAAAAAAAAdk/a9cvyNnwzX4/s1600/adriana_3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v1AHir_DaIA/TdonXLJ33lI/AAAAAAAAAdk/a9cvyNnwzX4/s400/adriana_3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609839564928048722" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V6B-6p-6Uq0/TdonklVK-rI/AAAAAAAAAds/BW58h0M70NA/s1600/adriana_2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V6B-6p-6Uq0/TdonklVK-rI/AAAAAAAAAds/BW58h0M70NA/s400/adriana_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609839795293059762" /></a><br />Hmmm...I didn't notice that bottom when I took the photo - I was too busy looking at what was in the water - why do they do that?? (This is very Italian - putting contemporary stuff in with incredible and wonderful ancient work) <br /><br />Must be catching though - here's the male cohort of the CoR giving an academic appraisal to a statue of Venus..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GxunxTOOfH8/TdopKWd8hAI/AAAAAAAAAd0/3NBvz9oOocY/s1600/bb.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 333px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GxunxTOOfH8/TdopKWd8hAI/AAAAAAAAAd0/3NBvz9oOocY/s400/bb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609841543649985538" /></a><br /><br />(I blame that Robert...)<br /><br />The one thing which has surprised me when visiting these ancient sites though is the scent which hits you. It is an overwhelming mixture of mint and rocket - which I romantically imagine has been seeded time and again in these places since roman times. Impossible really to convey but quite intoxicating. Even at the Villa Adriana once we were well inside, the mint smell was there but when we arrived there had been a very strong smell of sulphur which was quite unpleasant (perhaps an emanation of Hadrian's recreation of Hades, which no-one has found yet?)<br /><br />Something else which was also a little disconcerting, was that I was experiencing this visit through the context of a film which a few of us had watched recently one Saturday, called 'Angels over America'. This is a film which features Mormons (in the guise of Meryl Streep) quite heavily in it (favourite line from Meryl in asking someone for street directions - "I'm sorry your'e psychotic but get a grip") anyway they all end up at one point in heaven - which is the Villa Adriana..This is a very weird association to have to deal with..<br /><br />Which brings me to the subject of Mormons. I didn't want to tell you about this but I do have to mention that the strangest thing about the BSR, is the Academics' obsession with Mormons and in particular their heavy addiction to something called 'Big Love'. Most of the artists here are untainted but I have sadly (despite fighting this very hard) lost the battle - since I found myself watching one of the episodes from Series 2 with them last night. I have to say, it was utterly bonkers but completely gripping..photoworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18254740740969074082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7648088921967126040.post-26333062322525275212011-05-18T23:49:00.000-07:002011-05-19T00:11:40.492-07:00Work in progress..With our Mostra (Exhibition) coming up imminently, we are all feeling some urgency in getting work made. It's a bit of a juggling act really; I suppose I could just show some existing work (there is no pressure from anyone either at Photoworks or BSR to show new work at all) but for most of the artists here we all feel it would be good to show something new. It's a funny thing the creative process. I always find that although I might have a clear proposal for a body of work that I want to make, the environment around me at the time always throws up things which can intrigue, surprise and delight. Consequently I end up working on two or three things which are quite different but which each complement each other. This is happening now and I am finding the whole process very exciting. <br /><br />Here are a couple of views of the studio...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dkomwl9K6GM/TdTBk-XSEZI/AAAAAAAAAdE/CqQS31TDH4U/s1600/studio_18_May.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dkomwl9K6GM/TdTBk-XSEZI/AAAAAAAAAdE/CqQS31TDH4U/s400/studio_18_May.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608320276943212946" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LywSW0wUpVw/TdTBtNlK38I/AAAAAAAAAdM/jqFgT_QBQb0/s1600/studio_18_May_2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LywSW0wUpVw/TdTBtNlK38I/AAAAAAAAAdM/jqFgT_QBQb0/s400/studio_18_May_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608320418466947010" /></a>photoworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18254740740969074082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7648088921967126040.post-47650700013053239622011-05-18T00:42:00.000-07:002011-05-18T01:17:27.800-07:00Collaborating with St Anthony IIIHere's the bike I mentioned before - I was worried it might have gone..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-73SjmS3YGQw/TdN5H10TIUI/AAAAAAAAAcU/fvGYB5WxTAM/s1600/bike.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-73SjmS3YGQw/TdN5H10TIUI/AAAAAAAAAcU/fvGYB5WxTAM/s400/bike.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607959136618881346" /></a><br /><br />But it was still there and looking a bit sorry with all the bits of rubbish in its basket. It seemed totally the right thing to do to cheer it up a bit and at the same time make something that would please St Ant. I had some help..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JGP4hlWWW7U/TdN7KgQ5jmI/AAAAAAAAAcc/xE9xFRs_vko/s1600/helpers.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JGP4hlWWW7U/TdN7KgQ5jmI/AAAAAAAAAcc/xE9xFRs_vko/s400/helpers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607961381396123234" /></a><br /><br />from Raphael and Alice who proved to be brilliant grotto builders and together we made this..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pK4NU3bI4s0/TdN70h0QvqI/AAAAAAAAAck/d6-ISQ6pBxg/s1600/grotto_2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pK4NU3bI4s0/TdN70h0QvqI/AAAAAAAAAck/d6-ISQ6pBxg/s400/grotto_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607962103367384738" /></a><br /><br />we quite liked the symmetry of the back of the mirror and the chinese lantern..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WkWjM8D80e0/TdN9kNBIizI/AAAAAAAAAc0/KXgx5blPGc8/s1600/grotto_3_ringed.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WkWjM8D80e0/TdN9kNBIizI/AAAAAAAAAc0/KXgx5blPGc8/s400/grotto_3_ringed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607964021929577266" /></a><br /><br />On the way home, I found this..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x5uogA6JlVA/TdOACdDNCFI/AAAAAAAAAc8/ScvMr2ozfbQ/s1600/wrist.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x5uogA6JlVA/TdOACdDNCFI/AAAAAAAAAc8/ScvMr2ozfbQ/s400/wrist.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607966740652558418" /></a><br /><br />Hmmm...photoworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18254740740969074082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7648088921967126040.post-39172497641418815472011-05-16T23:48:00.000-07:002011-05-17T01:43:09.078-07:00Tempting fate..I hate to admit it and despite my attempts at insouciance, I am actually a bit superstitious myself. This last Friday was the 13th May. I don't actually know where it comes from but when I was at school, everyone had a thing about not wearing green on Friday 13th; I never have until now...I was a bit surprised at myself, as I actually found myself hesitating before putting my (green) cardigan on!! <br /><br />Anyway, I decided that I should tempt some fate - so armed with green clothing and all the geen objects that I could find (the schoolgirl superstition also involved not touching green things either..)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sm4f1XH-kMA/TdIg5Lm1VkI/AAAAAAAAAak/z_fpttJBwEw/s1600/tempting_fate.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sm4f1XH-kMA/TdIg5Lm1VkI/AAAAAAAAAak/z_fpttJBwEw/s400/tempting_fate.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607580652769990210" /></a><br /><br />I really didn't want to put that (green) umbrella up in my studio<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nlHXF9VruvU/TdIiEHUj8dI/AAAAAAAAAas/jXINsdSGops/s1600/tempting_fate_2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nlHXF9VruvU/TdIiEHUj8dI/AAAAAAAAAas/jXINsdSGops/s400/tempting_fate_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607581940109799890" /></a><br /><br />I made myself hold it up for 13 seconds too..<br /><br />and nothing happened at all, after that.......all day!<br /><br />Later on a whole lot of us went off to Otricoli in Umbria in the evening. We had been invited by Count Enrico Floridi to attend the Festival of San Vittore. Every year on 13th May, they hold a recreation of the martyrdom of San Vittore, a local saint who, although martyred in Egypt in the 2nd century, had his body transferred in the 14th century to Otricoli in Umbria (about an hour and half’s drive from Rome), where its arrival by boat is recreated. There are also Roman remains nearby and the wonderful Sophie Hay, an archeology specialist based at the BSR, who actually worked on this site gave us a tour of them<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DB3Yl4PRv_c/TdIqukpXR7I/AAAAAAAAAbM/imp7Pk35in4/s1600/otricoli_3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DB3Yl4PRv_c/TdIqukpXR7I/AAAAAAAAAbM/imp7Pk35in4/s400/otricoli_3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607591465629206450" /></a><br /><br />It was magical..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DUfY1POpU5I/TdIoXCj9CpI/AAAAAAAAAa8/udHN88_lT1M/s1600/otricoli_1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DUfY1POpU5I/TdIoXCj9CpI/AAAAAAAAAa8/udHN88_lT1M/s400/otricoli_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607588862319463058" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nf8fuWiO-WI/TdIqRuh757I/AAAAAAAAAbE/4H1ZqJB9Q48/s1600/otricoli_2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nf8fuWiO-WI/TdIqRuh757I/AAAAAAAAAbE/4H1ZqJB9Q48/s400/otricoli_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607590970066200498" /></a><br /><br />and wonderful to be in the countryside again..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GNDJL8Rjidc/TdIq_chJtJI/AAAAAAAAAbU/dp_V-s5oIWA/s1600/otricoli_6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GNDJL8Rjidc/TdIq_chJtJI/AAAAAAAAAbU/dp_V-s5oIWA/s400/otricoli_6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607591755505054866" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ku3AwLLyF0Y/TdIrQ9y8riI/AAAAAAAAAbc/koOG0M4oSBo/s1600/otricoli_7.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ku3AwLLyF0Y/TdIrQ9y8riI/AAAAAAAAAbc/koOG0M4oSBo/s400/otricoli_7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607592056495844898" /></a><br /><br />After that we met with the Floridi family - who were delightful and so kind, giving us Aperitivi on their terrace, looking out onto the hill town of Otricoli as the sun went down..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qiwg7kXgE9k/TdIs3bbxxII/AAAAAAAAAbk/aZWS9acmIaw/s1600/otricoli_10.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qiwg7kXgE9k/TdIs3bbxxII/AAAAAAAAAbk/aZWS9acmIaw/s400/otricoli_10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607593816798381186" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xkFNNXdOGTA/TdItDB14gSI/AAAAAAAAAbs/xZmR3g7RrAM/s1600/otricoli_11.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xkFNNXdOGTA/TdItDB14gSI/AAAAAAAAAbs/xZmR3g7RrAM/s400/otricoli_11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607594016086982946" /></a><br /><br />We then went with them to the old town and had the most amazing rustic dinner in one of the restaurants there. The whole town was beautiful and lit with candles all along the streets. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--DosEiiVzy0/TdI0rKc-2HI/AAAAAAAAAcM/YTAFyXyVa6c/s1600/lights.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--DosEiiVzy0/TdI0rKc-2HI/AAAAAAAAAcM/YTAFyXyVa6c/s400/lights.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607602402174621810" /></a><br /><br />Apparently poor San Vittore was martyred more than once as every time they tried to kill him he wouldn't die... We missed a bit of the ceremony but caught up with the procession as they brought him back to the church..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-30QNiWae2g8/TdIxDqxbFcI/AAAAAAAAAb8/nT7n1sGBmJY/s1600/san_v_3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-30QNiWae2g8/TdIxDqxbFcI/AAAAAAAAAb8/nT7n1sGBmJY/s400/san_v_3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607598425120642498" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-01iXrc9j1pw/TdIyEmOhX4I/AAAAAAAAAcE/OCPx-AMGjqA/s1600/san_V_1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 249px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-01iXrc9j1pw/TdIyEmOhX4I/AAAAAAAAAcE/OCPx-AMGjqA/s400/san_V_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607599540592009090" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xeWmr0avFyc/TdIu7HjsdYI/AAAAAAAAAb0/zD-wU4eRcqg/s1600/otricoli_8.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xeWmr0avFyc/TdIu7HjsdYI/AAAAAAAAAb0/zD-wU4eRcqg/s400/otricoli_8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607596079205610882" /></a>photoworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18254740740969074082noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7648088921967126040.post-91646669653444187102011-05-15T23:39:00.000-07:002011-05-17T01:58:14.143-07:00Collaborating with St Anthony IIInterestingly, now that I have accepted that the sock situation is probably going to be a little limited, or as I like to think - exclusive - St Anthony hasn't let me down, since he is going great guns on the umbrella front..<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y_GgG_9diq4/TdDHvTXP0mI/AAAAAAAAAaE/v-krLFzX3GU/s1600/umbrellas.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y_GgG_9diq4/TdDHvTXP0mI/AAAAAAAAAaE/v-krLFzX3GU/s400/umbrellas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607201151541826146" /></a><br /><br />..I'm sure I shall think up something to do with them... <br /><br />The other thing that I am beginning to notice increasingly though, is a number of mechanically challenged bicycles - I have got my eye on one on the route to Flaminia Metro station..It is tethered at the moment but there's probably nothing to stop me enhancing it with a couple of umbrellas and my five socks now, is there?<br /><br />However, I am rather pleased with the way that the sock situation is developing. This blog has now become a sort of Agency for people who through no fault of their own, have been forced to go sockless (or worse socked but mismatched!) St Ant (I think we're familiar enough now) and I, now find ourselves in this public service role for the retrieval and repatriation of sock to owner...I think we should have a name to call ourselves; what do you think? Sokulike perhaps or Fiveleftfeet??<br /><br />This has all come about since last week, when Joey (Bryniarska lovely Sainsbury Scholar) had checked out my blog, she was looking for a decent carciofo recipe (<span style="font-style:italic;">how cool is that?!</span>) But also discovered at the same time that the recently featured half sock was actually hers. Obviously, I returned it but that was the day that St Ant found me the black (completely clapped out) umbrella - so I did feel it was a fair swap...Anyway, Joey very generously, said that she had two other odd socks and would I like those..<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uLDQyom6A5U/TdDLcXuI4zI/AAAAAAAAAaM/D1iH0up75NE/s1600/2_new_socks.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uLDQyom6A5U/TdDLcXuI4zI/AAAAAAAAAaM/D1iH0up75NE/s400/2_new_socks.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607205224340579122" /></a><br /><br />I gratefully accepted and what do you know - I then found another one which had been hanging around the laundry room for over two weeks...(dangerous with me and St Ant on the loose..)<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UAGTaaCHeyE/TdDQa2H0KUI/AAAAAAAAAaU/PvWJTUIgT2w/s1600/new_sock.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UAGTaaCHeyE/TdDQa2H0KUI/AAAAAAAAAaU/PvWJTUIgT2w/s400/new_sock.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607210695699736898" /></a><br /><br />Now I've got five..<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7bpnF7bJsno/TdDSdg5hElI/AAAAAAAAAac/WZiFGOCWB40/s1600/5_socks.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7bpnF7bJsno/TdDSdg5hElI/AAAAAAAAAac/WZiFGOCWB40/s400/5_socks.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607212940565484114" /></a>photoworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18254740740969074082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7648088921967126040.post-8921581990952927752011-05-14T21:56:00.000-07:002011-05-14T23:01:45.462-07:00Florence, frescoes and grottosThe last few days have been a flurry of activity and assimilation after the trip to Florence and Arezzo. I got seriously carried away by the Grotteschi which are the decorations made by renaissance artists on buildings - mostly interiors, mainly on ceilings so far that I have seen (Vatican Museum, Uffizzi Gallery)..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U2J_aE6-QhY/Tc9f6XtTaII/AAAAAAAAAYc/4ycWXHmsXzs/s1600/grotteschi_2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U2J_aE6-QhY/Tc9f6XtTaII/AAAAAAAAAYc/4ycWXHmsXzs/s400/grotteschi_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606805517500639362" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4AgfLWw79Uw/Tc9et6nav1I/AAAAAAAAAYU/SXwk79aERhU/s1600/groteschi_1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4AgfLWw79Uw/Tc9et6nav1I/AAAAAAAAAYU/SXwk79aERhU/s400/groteschi_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606804204021268306" /></a><br /><br />I really like the symmetry (with my own research intentions for coming here) of their history. When the ancient Roman sites were first discovered, a lot of it was under ground and could only be seen by climbing down with torches and candles. The Renaissance artists became fascinated with the frescoes and artworks which they saw when climbing down into the excavations. The roman sites became known as grottos and the artists recreated and reinterpreted much of these on their own walls and ceilings, calling them Grotteschi. They also became fascinated with the idea of grottos and made their own too. I saw a few when I was in the Boboli Gardens in Florence<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_LGcE5z3wiQ/Tc9jM7NiNtI/AAAAAAAAAY8/m8jDqKbAbPs/s1600/grotto_5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_LGcE5z3wiQ/Tc9jM7NiNtI/AAAAAAAAAY8/m8jDqKbAbPs/s400/grotto_5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606809134803597010" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kUvFkx_joyo/Tc9jWoC3ItI/AAAAAAAAAZE/nEL-scxpntw/s1600/grotto_4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kUvFkx_joyo/Tc9jWoC3ItI/AAAAAAAAAZE/nEL-scxpntw/s400/grotto_4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606809301457248978" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Av9rWD83xfI/Tc9h9sFh4CI/AAAAAAAAAYk/M6laCpWZiuc/s1600/grotto_1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Av9rWD83xfI/Tc9h9sFh4CI/AAAAAAAAAYk/M6laCpWZiuc/s400/grotto_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606807773533823010" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ho0LOnH-_FE/Tc9iLJBhsiI/AAAAAAAAAYs/8PZzan4U7cw/s1600/grotto_2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ho0LOnH-_FE/Tc9iLJBhsiI/AAAAAAAAAYs/8PZzan4U7cw/s400/grotto_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606808004639961634" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HMM6iu2NISs/Tc9iU8dVl5I/AAAAAAAAAY0/a9eK2aL6NHc/s1600/grotto_3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HMM6iu2NISs/Tc9iU8dVl5I/AAAAAAAAAY0/a9eK2aL6NHc/s400/grotto_3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606808173065639826" /></a><br /><br />We also saw tons of frescoes not only in museums like San Marco (which is one of my favourite places on Earth) but in the fabulous churches such as Santa Croce (another favourite)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1A84DKJm94Q/Tc9kXKQgslI/AAAAAAAAAZM/2nBC7V8zPeE/s1600/santa_croce.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1A84DKJm94Q/Tc9kXKQgslI/AAAAAAAAAZM/2nBC7V8zPeE/s400/santa_croce.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606810410152931922" /></a><br /><br />And also at Santa Croce is this fabulous cloister, which I have loved since 1986 when I first saw it..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XvbciXnhpTQ/Tc9ldyPTlCI/AAAAAAAAAZU/_CI2kAf6Q3o/s1600/cloister_3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XvbciXnhpTQ/Tc9ldyPTlCI/AAAAAAAAAZU/_CI2kAf6Q3o/s400/cloister_3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606811623476139042" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d7WR_t2xCdU/Tc9loqrZVaI/AAAAAAAAAZc/AWBaFquDRng/s1600/cloister_1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d7WR_t2xCdU/Tc9loqrZVaI/AAAAAAAAAZc/AWBaFquDRng/s400/cloister_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606811810425034146" /></a><br /><br />In Arezzo we revisited after 24 years the Piero frescoes of the Story of the True Cross in the church of San Francesco - the last time we saw them was on our honeymoon and they were just about to be restored, so what we could see was quite dark and covered in scaffold. So it was wonderful to see them fully restored and glorious..you can't take photographs but here's an image I found on the web to give you an idea, with the beautiful Cimabue crucifix in front..<br /><br /> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hkMwUav061E/Tc9r5boXQCI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/eoaEuzcd34o/s1600/cappella.jpeg.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hkMwUav061E/Tc9r5boXQCI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/eoaEuzcd34o/s400/cappella.jpeg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606818695513325602" /></a>photoworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18254740740969074082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7648088921967126040.post-4911886168194274592011-05-11T13:11:00.000-07:002011-05-13T13:25:13.386-07:00The Rome Earthquake Prediction!George and I arrived back late last night and bumped into Peter in the kitchen - we mentioned that we had noticed loads of people in the park (it's normally empty and a bit scary - although I gather now that I'm actually quite safe at night there and it is the likes of George who have to watch out!). Anyway, Peter explained that owing to a prediction made some time ago by Raffaele Bendandi (who died some years ago) stating that an earthquake would wipe out the whole of Rome on May 11th 2011, this was why the park was full of people because no-one felt safe in a building..<br /><br />All day everyone here has been on the look out for signs of seismic activity. We were not disappointed, when just two hours ago at dinner - this happened...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qYzc_Jt7kbc/TcrxEj8gr8I/AAAAAAAAAYE/PmRsweNp1IA/s1600/earthquake%253F.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qYzc_Jt7kbc/TcrxEj8gr8I/AAAAAAAAAYE/PmRsweNp1IA/s400/earthquake%253F.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605557746886815682" /></a><br /><br />The glass really <span style="font-weight:bold;">was</span> moving and very mysteriously too (although I have never had a better excuse than this for camera shake...) I would guess that it was probably 0.00005 on the richter scale... although I probably should be a bit more careful as, as I write, it is still 11th May..photoworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18254740740969074082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7648088921967126040.post-86287696046797653642011-05-07T12:46:00.001-07:002011-05-15T13:37:56.256-07:00Bernini's sculptures & roman hair-do'sGeorge arrived late last night - so lovely to see him! We had a great day, I showed him all my favourite places so far and then spent the afternoon in the Villa Borghese Museum. If you have never been to Rome and are thinking of going, then a visit to this should be near the top of your list. We were completely blown away by the Bernini sculptures. I couldn't take pictures as it is forbidden but here are a couple I found on the web..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ugCj7h66pCk/TcWmiFffc0I/AAAAAAAAAW8/mUm8Dr1K830/s1600/Bernini%2B-%2BApollo%2Be%2BDafne.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ugCj7h66pCk/TcWmiFffc0I/AAAAAAAAAW8/mUm8Dr1K830/s400/Bernini%2B-%2BApollo%2Be%2BDafne.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604068415852475202" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1XpyxOP8UfI/TcWnZmo5KgI/AAAAAAAAAXE/_X-Qyaa_QW0/s1600/bernini_proserpina3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1XpyxOP8UfI/TcWnZmo5KgI/AAAAAAAAAXE/_X-Qyaa_QW0/s400/bernini_proserpina3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604069369643084290" /></a><br /><br />A whole lot of Stendahl moments..<br /><br />Mixed in at the Borghese are ancient Roman sculptures which reminded me of the other really wonderful sculptures I had seen last week at the Vatican Museums. What impressed me was the attention to detail in these pieces and in particular the heads..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a3x5gLPwEUQ/TcWp5TzVAzI/AAAAAAAAAXM/7esZjOcyjsE/s1600/heads1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a3x5gLPwEUQ/TcWp5TzVAzI/AAAAAAAAAXM/7esZjOcyjsE/s400/heads1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604072113365648178" /></a><br /><br />Then I started to look a bit closer (around the same time as I was stalking the pilgrims) and got completely taken by this man <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x0MjmZ-WlWs/TcWqfNJaVDI/AAAAAAAAAXU/4u8Gqg37hFw/s1600/hair1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x0MjmZ-WlWs/TcWqfNJaVDI/AAAAAAAAAXU/4u8Gqg37hFw/s400/hair1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604072764414252082" /></a><br /><br />And what about Roman hair styles? Get a load of these...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t9M-KVujHt0/TcWq7IDkaNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/gjxlqdhiUTw/s1600/hair2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t9M-KVujHt0/TcWq7IDkaNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/gjxlqdhiUTw/s400/hair2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604073244083906770" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XLPobp1cukU/TcWrJlPFuVI/AAAAAAAAAXk/sYmfQAz2S-I/s1600/hair3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XLPobp1cukU/TcWrJlPFuVI/AAAAAAAAAXk/sYmfQAz2S-I/s400/hair3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604073492435024210" /></a><br /><br />Bad hair day?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oHXJZpQrHWo/TcWrvZ7fWRI/AAAAAAAAAXs/rvc8vy14ESM/s1600/bad%2Bhair.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oHXJZpQrHWo/TcWrvZ7fWRI/AAAAAAAAAXs/rvc8vy14ESM/s400/bad%2Bhair.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604074142235056402" /></a><br /><br />Roman twilight zone..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-US89oXWJREw/TcWsg5L5eSI/AAAAAAAAAX0/v0DAl1hpFqU/s1600/xfiles.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-US89oXWJREw/TcWsg5L5eSI/AAAAAAAAAX0/v0DAl1hpFqU/s400/xfiles.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604074992438966562" /></a><br /><br />And could this be the site of some female archeologists' disco?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYbuHQSdUiM/TcWt7qkbENI/AAAAAAAAAX8/Z_PgnT6_ToM/s1600/vatican1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYbuHQSdUiM/TcWt7qkbENI/AAAAAAAAAX8/Z_PgnT6_ToM/s400/vatican1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604076551883395282" /></a><br /><br />Off to Florence early tomorrow for the Uffizzi and San Marco and on to Monterchi, San Sepulchro and Arezzo for a pilgrimage of our own, to see the Piero's.. <br />Back Tuesday nightphotoworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18254740740969074082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7648088921967126040.post-63719808660171175532011-05-06T04:55:00.000-07:002011-05-15T13:41:05.243-07:00Open studios & health tips from Pliny the Elder<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h5j6EeVHdBw/TcPll-4LlpI/AAAAAAAAAV0/bWSmnbCx-d0/s1600/fair.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h5j6EeVHdBw/TcPll-4LlpI/AAAAAAAAAV0/bWSmnbCx-d0/s400/fair.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603574802075588242" /></a><br /><br />Last night was the opening for the Road to Roma Art Fair. Today and yesterday as a side project there has been an open studio event for interested visitors from the art fair to come and see the work being produced in all the foreign academies here. It's been very good to have a pause and take stock a bit, especially as there is only another five weeks until our exhibition here which opens on June 10th. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--PEvm_UebPY/TcP4uyzqeII/AAAAAAAAAWU/ajNhUg6Zdfo/s1600/open1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--PEvm_UebPY/TcP4uyzqeII/AAAAAAAAAWU/ajNhUg6Zdfo/s400/open1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603595844175165570" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JCZQNL_KLfM/TcP45nbAJXI/AAAAAAAAAWc/aLYd4rQ2NHM/s1600/open2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JCZQNL_KLfM/TcP45nbAJXI/AAAAAAAAAWc/aLYd4rQ2NHM/s400/open2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603596030097499506" /></a><br /><br />Consequently while waiting for visitors to arrive it wasn't possible to make work, so I took the opportunity to continue my research away from the library. I have been reading some of Pliny the Elder's Natural History; it's quite a large work in 10 volumes. The one I need apparently is book 30 in volume 8 so while I am waiting for that, I have been going through the others. It's lovely to read, especially his books on gardening and vegetables and remedies for diseases. <br /><br />Here's an example: <br /><br />'I find that a heavy cold clears up if the sufferer kisses a mules muzzle' NH30.31 <br /><br />And how about this one from NH24.59<br /><br />'...Care must be taken even with happy treatment, not to administer hellebore on a cloudy day; for to do so is followed by unbearable torture.' <br /><br />A nice context then, in which to walk through the ancient city yesterday evening, on the way to the art fair opening...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-glcrXh5ODpw/TcPuLL8IdzI/AAAAAAAAAV8/BR3w94wj9RM/s1600/forum1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-glcrXh5ODpw/TcPuLL8IdzI/AAAAAAAAAV8/BR3w94wj9RM/s400/forum1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603584237330003762" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u30wFhrNP0I/TcPubQ_6y6I/AAAAAAAAAWE/GhjJ9ojaAjo/s1600/forum2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u30wFhrNP0I/TcPubQ_6y6I/AAAAAAAAAWE/GhjJ9ojaAjo/s400/forum2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603584513565969314" /></a><br /><br />...And the light was beautifulphotoworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18254740740969074082noreply@blogger.com0