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posted by [personal profile] 1ngi at 09:48pm on 29/06/2013 under , , ,
“All art is unstable. Its meaning is not necessarily that implied by the author. There is no authoritative voice. There are only multiple readings.” D.B.

The above clip of the exhibition doesn't really do justice to the scale but it's the best I could find.

A lot of column inches have been written about the V&A retrospective of Bowie's work and I'm not sure can do justice adding any more. So perhaps I try and keep this personal.

I went on Tuesday afternoon after a 6 hour journey and then spent nearly 3 hours wandering around the gallery, so I was bit knackered after that. However I am SO glad I made the effort and I have come home feeling in awe yet again of Bowie's creative zeal.
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A glass case on a table in a draughty Elizabethan pile.

Inside, reverently laid open, is a large leather-bound notebook. The writing is tiny, much of it in green ink, some in blue. Crossings out and bits of paper pasted over unwanted paragraphs reveal refinements and the moulding of ideas.

As I lean over the case, my breath stops as I recognise some of the words.

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posted by [personal profile] 1ngi at 01:20am on 18/07/2012 under
I'm sure you've read this before. It is something my Grandad has held on to all his long life and shares with all and sundry at times when he wants to offer comfort. He sent me a copy on a card last birthday. I know it has become something of a cliche but I have to admit I do love it.

Go placidly amidst the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexatious to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.

Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

Exercise caution in your business affairs; for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals; and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here.

And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be, and whatever your labours and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul. With all its shams, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful.

Strive to be happy
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posted by [personal profile] 1ngi at 03:50pm on 22/02/2012 under , ,
Sitting below the cloud base of EU panic and austerity induced trouncing of hard-won liberties, I sometimes see occasional beams of sunshine.

A just and enviromentally secure world... )
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posted by [personal profile] 1ngi at 10:16pm on 20/12/2011 under , , ,
During some long-overdue book unpacking I came across an old notebook in which I found the following quote that I had scrawled into it (7th Sept 2010 apparently).

Happiness is the consequence of personal effort. You fight for it, strive for it, insist upon it, and sometimes even travel around the world looking for it. You have to participate relentlessly in the manifestations of your own blessings. And once you have achieved a state of happiness, you must never become lax about maintaining it, you must make a mighty effort to keep swimming upward into that happiness forever, to stay afloat on top of it...

...I'm putting this happiness in a bank somewhere...

...This is a practice I've come to call "Diligent Joy." As I focus on Diligent Joy, I also keep remembering a simple idea my friend Darcey told me once - that all the sorrow and trouble of this world is caused by unhappy people. Not only in the big global Hitler-'n'-Stalin picture, but also on the smallest personal level. Even in my own life, I can see exactly where my episodes of unhappiness have brought suffering or distress or (at the very least) inconvenience to those around me. The search for contentment is, therefore, not merely a self-preserving and self-benefiting act, but also a generous gift to the world. Clearing out all your misery gets you out of the way. You cease being an obstacle, not only to yourself but to anyone else. Only then are you free to serve and enjoy other people.

I'd failed to note the author and had to google to remind myself, it's actually Elizabeth Gilbert from the much maligned Eat, Pray, Love.

I'd had something of a long dark night of the soul last night so to find this was welcome, as if I'd had the foresight to leave myself a blessing in case of future emergency. It must have touched me enough for me to copy it out into notebook from a book I actually own, and on reading it again, I still want to hug it to me.
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posted by [personal profile] 1ngi at 11:49pm on 12/10/2011 under , ,

The Dalai Lama was asked what surprised him most, he said:

"Man. Because he sacrifices his health in order to make money. Then he sacrifices money to recuperate his health. And then he is so anxious about the future that he does not enjoy the present; the result being that he does not live in the present or the future; he lives as if he is never going to die, and then dies having never really lived."

I'm watching my other half do this at the moment and I'm sure I do it a lot too. I know that my lovely spouse is working to provide for our life together, I just wish I could help my best beloved be in the moment more often. We both need this.

We've landed in this beautiful location and now trying to put roots down in the good earth. The chap sorting the unfinished barn out has come up with some wonderful ideas about how I could finish my studio. He turned up with a huge stack of books today including an out of print one called The Woodbutchers Art filled with amazing mad house pictures. I've been presented with an opportunity to have the studio I want that will cost lots less money than I was originally quoted for and it will be more sustainable (and money left over for an etching press - squee!). It requires me to imagine myself working in my studio and actually think about creating the environment I want to be in. The challenge for me here is that structurally, the building exists - well the walls and the roof does and there are holes for the windows and doors, and structures often drive interiors. If you are free-forming a construction then the interior will also be free-form but what I want is to put some of that free form into essentially a block built box with a pitch roof. Faffing over what kind of panelling or floorboards seems a bit, well, pathetic. I want to find some sense of 'soaring' here.

Perhaps I should look up pictures of where the Dalai Lama lives...
Mood:: 'wondering' wondering
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A lady who I met recently and who lives in a wood about three miles from us suggested I read up about Forest Gardening and Permaculture.

So I did. Well, I've had a really heavy chesty cold the last few days which has wiped me out so I've had a LOT of time to really get into the research you know. During this I also came across the fascinating subject of Perennial Vegetables.

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posted by [personal profile] 1ngi at 05:59pm on 20/06/2011 under

A dank green river Ouse in Bedford behind the council offices. Some 20 years ago now. Beneath the trees a swan and her mate were courting. It was the full balletic sweeping of outstretched wings and intertwining necks. It was the most expansive display of unison and timing. Along the path, hurrying to and from the town in our lunch hour, we passers by, stopped in our tracks to stand and stare.


Coming home on the train last week, dozing as it pulled into Llandrindod Wells. On the platform I noticed a woman who reminded me a great deal of my mother. Beside her stood another woman who looked a lot like my sister and with her was a small boy who I realised was actually my nephew. They got into the next carriage along with two family friends, they had all obviously been out for the day together.

As we pulled away from the station I barrelled my way into their carriage and beamed my hellos. After their initial shock and surprise came the hugs and the kisses and the hellos and the raucous laughter. We giggled all the way to Cynghordy when I got off. As the train left me, I waved and watched them all wave goodbye to me, my final view was of my mother waggling her fingers either side of her head and poking her tongue out at me. I got the giggles, tears streaming down my face and only sheep could hear me as I guffawed my way homeward down the lane.


The policeman told us that the road would be closed for at least half an hour due to an accident, so we got out the map and decided to try the scenic route to Brecon. We checked with my sister (who was with us that day) if that was ok. It was ok. We headed up the Epynt and took what turned out to be literally the scenic route. The mountain is utterly wild and kept so due to most of it being MOD land. As we drove round it trying to find the Brecon road we passed red flags flying with ambiguous notice boards that didn't completely explain if we could leave the car or not.

At the top of the ridge we were suddenly accosted by the immense view. All three of us said at the same time 'shall we stop?'. Sion pulled the car into the viewing car park and we all piled out of the car. The whole of mid-Wales was spread out in front of us and we stood and gasped and exclaimed. And we shivered in the wind. The metal plinth had a key to the peaks and showed us that to our left we could see as far as Aberystwyth on the coast and to our right was Builth Wells. When we drove away we kept passing beautiful wild vistas and I will, I will, I will go back and draw some. Especially the view of the little derelict house with the shabby red door amongst the trees beside the waterfall. I keep seeing it when I close my eyes.
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posted by [personal profile] 1ngi at 11:47am on 06/06/2011 under ,
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posted by [personal profile] 1ngi at 01:25pm on 13/12/2010 under ,
Toby Ord, 31, has in the past year given more than a third of his earnings, £10,000, to charities working in the poorest countries. He also gave away £15,000 of savings, as the start of his pledge to give away £1m over his lifetime.

I notice that thing biggest sacrifice he seems to be making actually, is not buying a house.

I like his How Rich You Are calculator on his website - does it by household after tax rather than using salary level as others do.

My answer: I couldn't do a third unless all my comfort zones were covered - for me the mortgage being paid off, and holidays seem to be very important. In fact I suspect where I am concerned, they are mental health reasons. I  think I could do 10%. However It would require an interesting conversation with my best beloved. I feel very comfortable about the idea of consuming less, and I actually love the creativity of Make Do and Mend. I'd be totally happy without a telly too (Siôn - I'm not about to chuck it out ;) But then I guess at heart I have counter-culture hippy leanings. And I don't have kids - which I think would be a massive factor for a lot of people.

Be interesting to know what my friends list think. Your views?


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