Just for a picture really

Another Yunmee Kyong:

I went to my first life drawing class with Mike Stewart yesterday. It was like starting all over again. With it being once a week, I'm going to have to practice during the week or else I'm going to keep making the same mistakes - poor proportion was this week, massive upper body and weedy legs. The model was Tess again.

Looking at the world from 2"6'

I love sitting on my back step. 
Even without a cigarette in my hand, it can make me breathe deep just looking at the different shapes of the leaves.
From this low angle the spikes of the crocosmia and irises spear up from cushions of hardy geraniums and blue pillows of forget-me-nots.  And now the bluebells are unfurling and aquilegia shooting out of their airyfairy leaves.  From, what, 30" up, I can almost feel them growing -
Is this what it's like to be 2?  One day you can see the end of the garden and the next you're surrounded by green?
Apparently our environment is in the worst 3% in the country - so maybe I shouldn't breathe so deep.
And, aquilegia is 'famously' poisonous!
Ho hum.

Bam Bam

Bam Bam
Originally uploaded by camelgeese

I got this from Yuko Shimizu - it's Yunmee Kyong and she is on flickr as camelgeese.

Gang aft agley

The hurdle at which my hopes for a quick purchase of a Cannon IXUS 850 IS fell:

One of the thoughts rattling my head just about every time I indulge myself / see an H&M advert is Fair Trade. And since my beautiful new shoes were made in Vietnam and H&M are currently advertising dresses for £7.50ish, my head is bouncing so much I need to find an outlet, an answer for when I get told, as I have been more than once and not just by my left shoulder angel, "well if you don't buy them, the people who make them will earn nothing."

Here it is:

In England 77.5 minutes of minimum wage work= the price of that H&M dress ( I know that is before deductions, but there are limits to my obsession for detail) If it was put up to £18.75 and everyone in the process got the increase of 250%, it'd take 3 hours 15 minutes - a morning.

It is a couple of years since I read the article in the Guardian, but I can't imagine things have improved - certainly dresses aren't getting dearer - a woman making dresses in India for export does not earn enough in a morning to pay to travel to work. Imagine she needs to make 50 units a day to earn the #5 needed to keep herself and her 3 children. Imagine that she cannot physically do that, the best she can do is 25. So her 3 children have to work as well. Put up her wages so that she is paid #5 for 20 units, even if her pay increase means that her 3 children are out of work, they can now go to school, because she is earning enough to keep her family.

So how do we let the shops know that we are willing to work a morning for a frock so that a woman can earn enough to keep her family alive? That, I don't know.

At 6.30 am, the light is dim enough for some outdoor pictures to work:

but not others:

these are white and gold narcissi!

I just think that this looks kinda-magic.

Why was I taking photos at 6.30? Because I have taken my dark curtains down to wash. The blackbirds were awake at 5ish and so was I.

To name or not to name?

Why do we label the world?  And do we all do it?  Little Bits is very Sierra preoccupied at the moment and she is busy labeling.  Do all children do it endlessly or is it only when adults give them attention for asking or for attempting labels?

I once asked the name of a bird when I was in Sarawak ( I wasn't 2 I was 27) - it looked a bit like a European Starling, iridescent and was told it didn't have one, then I was told it was a paddy bird - both the answerers were Science teachers, neither seemed interested in what the bird might be.  I remember this because I presumed it was because they were not interested in birds. 

I can't name cars.  That's not quite true - I can name about 4 makes of car with 70% reliability, give or take 20% - depending on whether I can see the Jaguar or the Mercedes rings or the VW or the RR flying lady. 

I don't drive so maybe I don't need to label them, but I had an infatuation with the Renault Megane a couple of years back that nearly made me learn.  Summer and the roof down, whooshing down the motorway.  But I am a passenger, I like to look around, pursue random thoughts, close my eyes and stretch. 

The sun is out again today.  I went out to feed the birds and was hit by the scent of hyacinth.   And now it is time to walk the dog, and blossom is starting to cloud the branches and aubretia cushion the walls, like this: 

and I am still sans camera!

68 people support the Tories!

Ok - what am I missing?  Is it any surprise that 'top business men' and managers of private health care organisations prefer Conservative ideas to Labour ones? 
So 68 people who ( and I know I'm stereotyping) are unlikely to depend on the State pension, the National Health Service or State education, think that they should be allowed to be run down and no doubt will agree with the wonderful alternative suggested today making cuts in public spending by not filling job vacancies in the public sector. 
I've already gone about 'year on year efficiencies, so nuff said

Bother Spring Cleaning

Celandines in Miggy Woods and no camera.
I hung washing out for the first time this year,  and then I felt a bit moleish (Bother Spring Cleaning) and we went up Miggy Woods - without a coat and hot in a jacket.  It is still amazingly muddy underfoot, but the air is dry and warm and the park was swarming compared to a couple of weeks ago. 
The pond was encircled by fishermen but I think it must be too shallow where I sit, and the frogspawn still is.  Angel played runnning races with a young staff cross, I think her owner was worried at first that we might get upset but since Angel was chasing Holly (who was white in a red harness) most of the time I think he got the idea we didn't care.  Then he put her on her lead and complained she pulled too much - why do people with bit dogs put them in harnesses so that they can pull instead of nose halters so they can't?  Is it a macho thing?
I tried to do another page today but can't get the tool bar so can't load pictures.  I went on help but didn't get any.

I know!

I know I don't have to spend five more years with Gordon Brown as PM - I've lived all my life in this democracy and voted since I was 21.  Is that the kind of slogan that is going to persuade more people to vote for anybody.
That is what I think is important - getting more to vote. I don't care who for, I just care that people don't care.
Having a democracy is like having an education system for all, too taken for granted to be valued.

Gggrrrrrr

If there's going to be a month of this drivel, I am going to stop listening to Radio 4 altogether.

Total change of topic - as well as putting in some links, I've also added some side pics and two new pages. THEN I  found draft.blogger.com, the blogger in draft new templates,and had a lovely time redesigning the look.

Here's a new look Angel.  The pink rinse is the broken camera, the doleful look is, "Can't I have some?"      Why do dogs carry things round with them?             She has a piece of rope which she has now 'found' three times.  The first time she found it, she carried it home then took it out a second day and left it, very definitely and carefully in the snow.                            The second time she found it a week later in a different place and it again got carried home and was again taken with us on a walk and left behind.        Yesterday, she found it in the gutter across the road after weeks of absence and took it round the Allenbys with us, brought it home, took it with us last night (tried to bring it in, but took it out again) and carefully carried it to the gate and then left it in the garden this morning.I wonder how long it will last this time?

Why am I writing?

I can't remember if I said, but when I wondered if it was OK to walk round, Susan said, "Why would anyone make a picture if they didn't want other people to see it?"
So, why do I write

novels

poems

this?

I've told two people about this blog.  I don't know if either of them have looked at it, I don't know how or if you can tell if it has been viewed but I'm beginning to think that I no longer write just to express, but that I do want to communicate.

Pompous, pompous, pompous.

One of my favourite blogs to look at:http://www.drawger.com/yuko/ which I found at another of my favourites:http://bibliodyssey.blogspot.com/, perhaps instead of writing drivel I should tidy up my blog and put my favourites down the edge.

My favourite pictures

None of these are from the first day because this is not about progress but the ooh factor and these surprise me with my achievement.  Can you feel me slapping myself on the back?

This is a ten minute study from the third day.  What got me were the two shapes I could see: one made by her legs

and the other her body and arms.

Louisa showed me how to mix a neutral acrylic wash for this one - I felt I really understood mixing and using a palette by the time she had finished.  She showed me how to clean up dribbles and by the end I was slapping paint anywhere.  One of the others said it was 'gestural' which is what I was after - big sweeping confident strokes.

and this is what I did in 3 or so minutes (not counting colour mixing time) at the most on Wednesday afternoon after I'd wrecked one and Louisa had used the second for a proportion demonstration.  I'm pleased cos it's daring and not fidgetty.

Ten minutes worth.  I like the way I have done less than in my other sitting ones and the way she seems to twist.  The way her head sat on her neck and her neck on her shoulders was lovely and I think I got that.

Life Drawing

Why does life drawing mean 'drawing people with no clothes on'?  Anyway that is what I have been doing this week - 6 hours a day for 3 days.
No pics of course because I am still camera-less. It was very tiring not just because

• I'm not used to concentrating to someone else's schedule any more
• Standing still at an easel gives you either a bad back, sore feet or cramp in your calves
• Working at an easel makes your arm ache

but because you have to think so much too. The teacher, thank goodness, believed in challenge laced with instruction and advice, so tired I might be but really stimulated and enthused too so I've signed up for a five week course.  Not with the same tutor, she doesn't do it, what she does do is at http://www.axisweb.org/artist/louisaparker. It starts straight after the Easter holiday, so I will still remember what she said to weigh the new bloke against.
There was a range of styles among the people, one more beginner and several who'd done some and then one who was studying fine art and another who made a living drawing so there was a lot to look at once I'd realised it wasn't rude to look at other people's pictures.  The downside to that is that people do tend to want positive comments from you, although that does make you look hard at the pictures.
Sat on the step last night I had this idea linking the bible with life drawing - not as in 'velvet Elvis' but in the making of marks on paper to represent what is much larger than that.  Whether it is in words trying to grapple with something that is more than verbal labels (ask me to describe the skin of Terri yesterday and how it was similar to and  differed from that of Leslie the day before or Alan on Monday and I couldn't do it in words and that is one little thing) or trying to describe 3 (or 4) dimensions in two, it is the struggle to do it that is, complete with frustrations and failures and back tracking, rewarding and illuminating.  One of the people had this searching line travelling through his drawing so that you could see him working out what he was doing - thinking on paper, Louisa called it, so that you could see him searching for the form.  I found the whole thing a battle between what I 'know' and what I see and kept setting myself agendas force/weight/solidity or tension/muscles/skin to try and find a flank to fight on.