Just recently life has seemed full of stuff needing done by yesterday. There were things I wanted to write about - exhibitions, great days out, glorious weather, usual stuff - but right there and then my mind felt too worn to bother. Daft, really, but how it was.
However, I think I'm just about out of that phase now. I've got past the book fair, I've finished the 25 prints for this year's 20:20, my head is starting to function again. Alright, there's still the sort of the 20:20 to go, but that's a group activity - it can get quite pressured, but it's fun too. Though goodness knows how we'll find the space to sort - still, again, that's a group problem.
So. A fortnight ago (already) I took a week down south, and the weather promised terrible but then delivered pretty good, which, if the forecast is going to be wrong, is the way round you want it. I trod the usual deep grooves on my first trip into Bath, and on the second, having no particular end in view, took a much shallower groove right along Walcot Street. It promotes itself as a street full of independent, artisanal traders, and more or less delivers on that while also not feeling ultra hip'n'trendy or crafted into being. It's shabby here and there but (in a good way) not what you'd call chic. So I wandered along having a lovely, relaxed, sunny time, discovering a set of new local-trader-inspired (ok, so they're a bit self-regarding, but hey) and old gargoyles here
However, I think I'm just about out of that phase now. I've got past the book fair, I've finished the 25 prints for this year's 20:20, my head is starting to function again. Alright, there's still the sort of the 20:20 to go, but that's a group activity - it can get quite pressured, but it's fun too. Though goodness knows how we'll find the space to sort - still, again, that's a group problem.
So. A fortnight ago (already) I took a week down south, and the weather promised terrible but then delivered pretty good, which, if the forecast is going to be wrong, is the way round you want it. I trod the usual deep grooves on my first trip into Bath, and on the second, having no particular end in view, took a much shallower groove right along Walcot Street. It promotes itself as a street full of independent, artisanal traders, and more or less delivers on that while also not feeling ultra hip'n'trendy or crafted into being. It's shabby here and there but (in a good way) not what you'd call chic. So I wandered along having a lovely, relaxed, sunny time, discovering a set of new local-trader-inspired (ok, so they're a bit self-regarding, but hey) and old gargoyles here
and a previously unspotted wall advert there (actually that was a bit beyond Walcot Street)
as well as discovering and rediscovering all sorts of other interesting ventures. I also found information about an exhibition I would like to visit but won't (although at least for practical reasons, like it being 200 miles away and not on for long enough) and a new (to me, at least) small-shop-sized gallery (Lane House Arts) showcasing work by Zsolt Dudas. And I popped in to see an exhibition at Walcot Chapel - it is purely an exhibition space these days, set back from Walcot Street in a little oasis of calm. It's a lovely spot, sun-dappled gravestones and all.
On show were two artists, Kitty Hillier - whose work is acrylics painted on plywood, chiselled back to reveal the interior - and Fiona Campbell, a sculptor using wire, copper and other materials. The artists went well together, with a shared strand of the natural world running through their work. My favourite title was one of Kitty's - Some Days are Darker than Others. Yup, ain't that the truth.
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