Ben got me the classic 1968 BBC, Kenneth Clarke's "Civilisation - a Personal View" DVD. I can't remember if I saw this in the US or in Japan, but I do remember being in absolute awe as a bright-eyed student. This long predates the home VCR machines, and I think I caught four or five episodes. TV documentaries have changed quite a bit since 1968 so it's a little awkward and difficult to follow, but the series is like a superb lecture with good visuals, and I'm doubly thrilled as I never thought I'd be able to see it again. Even as a kid I felt television had come of age, and I could look forward to a lifetime of worthwhile programs to enrich my life. I may have been misinformed, but it's wonderful they they've issued the series in a DVD. And here are some trivia: it was the first BBC program in color, and the David Attenborough was a BBC executive who planned the series.
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Once in a great while I hear from people who bought my scarves. Nearly a year ago, I heard one of my scarves spent Christmas in Italy, but most often these correspondences occur immediately after the pieces are delivered, not after they've been worn. So it's especially nice to hear, out the blue, that someone loves my scarf, that she loves wearing it! Here's an email I got from Mainz, Germany today. And if you haven't heard lately from someone who appreciates your work, consider this email as intended for all of us who make lovely things:
Good morning Meg,* * * * *
Hope you had a peaceful Christmas.
I am still in bed and looking on to a bright blue sky: the temperature is
-4.1 degrees and hasn't gone much above 0 for the last couple of days. Yet it is ever so much better than what we had before and over xmas: damp and + 5!!!!!!!!
Your scarf has come in very handy, I've worn it a lot and it keeps me warm.
Quite unbelievable when you consider the size of it.
Regards
Anneliese
My house really needs serious cleaning; I started counting the days before Ben goes back to work. Because I had planed the big cleaning for months, I've not been putting things away properly. Now, I can't find stuff, I have to walk around my stuff in practically every room, and I am so grumpy about my mess.
We had a semi-circle in the middle of the living room from the 24th to the 26th; I spent Christmas inside this semi-circle observing the color scheme for my next warp; Ben sat outside it while we watched the doco together. This is why we can't have dogs, or kids...
(There's my sellable pieces wrapped in Tyvak builder's screening material; all picture frames are Ben's; I bought three cardboard cases for my three terms of drawing, but the cases are bursting at the "seams" (folds) and I have to reinforce them before I can lift them off the floor; borrowed cookbooks, my notebooks and sketchbooks, and bubble wrap; finally, my lunch plate...)
Summer Blog-Lite will continue for another week; it's too sunny and summery to pretend to be serious, folks! I hope you are well.
5 comments:
What a scrumptoius rainbow...and how delightful to hear from someone who loves your work.
Best of the season to you, Meg! Make the most of the quiet days while you can.
It's so nice to hear other people let their house get in disarray too.
Steve and I watch a lot of documentaries together. we rent them from Netflix, mostly ones on art or artists. Real characters are so much more interesting than weak attempts of imitation.
You sounds invigorated by summer!
Love, Dana
Geodyne, would you believe, I might manage to include 24 colors in the warp, including a fair bit of supplementary? I'm either getting braver or more reckless!
Dana, you would have never thought I'm not exactly crazy about summer, would you? Yes, invigorating, definitely, but also restless and distracting. It's just too sunny and cheerful in Nelson.
The two are different points on the same spectrum, I think. It's to do with relaxing and being less careful.
Your latest comment, Geodyne, is one of those which I comprehend the words of, but I need to live it to really understand. So far I have been experimenting more, sometimes blindly when it's so far out of my comfort zone, and the more you do it, the easier it gets emotionally. But boy, it doesn't guarantee victory. In fact, the failures are hideous-er and pathetic-er and far more embarassing.
I guess you could say I'm in the reckless territory of late, because there are things I could have prevented if I only thought about it, but didn't. I guess to me reckless also means I'm in a seriously unthinking mode, for better or worse.
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