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That was the year that was: Mama's famous legs

Mama's famous legs

Dream

Original photograph courtesy Sanna Garton 

Vintage: Happy Days

Vintage: 1969

Other people's things

Of the passions with which the mind of man is agitated, it may be observed, that they naturally hasten towards their own extinction, by inciting and quickening the attainment of their objects. Thus fear urges our flight and desire animates our progress; and if there are some which perhaps may be indulged till they outgrow the good appropriated to their satisfaction, as it is frequently observed of avarice and ambition, yet their immediate tendency is to some means of happiness really existing, and generally within the prospect . . . .  But for sorrow there is no remedy provided by nature; it is often occasioned by accidents irreparable, and dwells on objects that have lost or changed their existence; it requires what it cannot hope, that the laws of the universe should be repealed; that the dead should return, or the past should be recalled.

Samuel Johnson, 'The Proper Means of Regulating Sorrow'.

Our love will remain

Hackney Marshes

30 November

And you will toss on the table this reversible display

Other people's stuff

Cathy/ Ann

From the archive: a dear and vanished outline

... if a passer-by who is ‘putting me on the right road’ shews me from afar, as a point to aim at, some belfry of a hospital, or a convent steeple lifting the peak of its ecclesiastical cap at the corner of the street which I am to take, my memory need only find in it some dim resemblance to that dear and vanished outline, and the passer-by, should he turn round to make sure that I have not gone astray, would see me, to his astonishment, oblivious of the walk that I had planned to take or the place where I was obliged to call, standing still on the spot, before that steeple, for hours on end, motionless, trying to remember, feeling deep within myself a tract of soil reclaimed from the waters of Lethe slowly drying until the buildings rise on it again; and then no doubt, and then more uneasily than when, just now, I asked him for a direction, I will seek my way again, I will turn a corner... but... the goal is in my heart...

Talking of the remembered steeple of the church at Combray...
 Marcel Proust, À la recherche, sublimely pedantic and precise in the   Scott-Moncrieff translation. 

From the archive: presentiment

is that long shadow on the lawn
Indicative that suns go down;
The notice to the startled grass
That darkness is about to pass. 




                                 E.D.

Bloody hell... (à la recherche 21)

Early days yet of experiments with graphic tablet, and I still haven't remotely got the hang of it - would take me a quarter the time to do a freehand drawing. Why bother? Not quite sure - I trust in the inspirational capacities of changing the variables, I love technology, I love drawing - why not bring all those things together? Hmmm....

Digital drawing.

À la recherche, 20 (sepia)

Indian ink wash and brush markers in Canson Montval sketchbook

For Carole

Digital drawing

Dead Man Talking

À la recherche, 19

Watercolour wash and brush marker on Canson Montval spiral bound sketchbook.