This year has been a fantastic year for my yoga practice. In January I was lucky enough to be able to take a space on Lou Kitchener's Yoga for the Mind course. This really set the ball rolling and has changed my life for the better, 100%. This was followed by several workshops including three with Lou that focused on the heart chakra, each in very different ways. And a yin yoga workshop followed by two evening sessions with Sarah Lewis. On top of that Jane Orrell taught a couple of classes at the ksdiy residential in Cumbria. And I am now looking forward to a week of early morning yoga classes again with Sarah followed up with some more yin yoga classes to ease me into autumn.
Yoga is such a sanctuary for me, when I go to a yoga class it feels like coming home. I have been so lucky to have had some amazing teachers over the years, special mention here goes to Joan Stonehouse, whose gentle humour, grace and kindness seem to be the very definition of a yogi. It is not that I am particularly "good" at it, and over the years I have realised that that really isn't what my yoga practice is about, what I learn from yoga is to be still within movement, to let my breath cushion every moment, to extend beyond my physical being whilst simultaneously drawing in to my centre. What I learn is that being is good, being present is good enough and that I belong, I belong to a long line of people who like to move, to stretch, to be, to note, to smile and to be soft within my effort. I know I still have much to learn but I am grateful for this amazing year and the amazing teachers who have given so much by sharing their knowledge, their wisdom, their growth and their journeys.
Lou Kitchener - http://www.yogahappy.co.uk/
Sarah Lewis - http://sarahsyogaspace.wordpress.com/
Joan Stonehouse - http://www.joanstonehouseyoga.com/index.html
Saturday, 23 August 2014
Just about catching up with myself. Last week I went out to Morston on the North Norfolk coast to have a look at the Blue Jacket Workshop http://bluejacketworkshop.co.uk/. One of the owners, Luke, had seen my work on my website as a result of me being a part of the local open studios event and has asked me to be a part of their annual textiles fair. I'll admit to some nerves, I'm very new to exhibiting and my work is made in a state of hope rather than absolute conviction. But I have been making some rust samples and some of them are lovely. And my visit allowed me to get a feel for the space and also to meet Saffron, Luke's lovely partner which has made me feel more peaceful and less anxious.
Monday, 18 August 2014
During the stay at the Merzbarn, our lovely hosts organised a couple of rural skills workshops. I missed out on learning how to scythe hay which I was a bit sorry about but made it to the rope-making session. A lovely old man showed us how to make rope out of the hay that had been cut a day or so before, and also fleece and nettles. I've been using this since, it's not so tricky and it's a kind of peaceful, meditative thing to do. The photo below is of wool rope that I made in Cumbria.
Sunday, 17 August 2014
I'm tripping over my feet with stuff going on at the moment, from birthdays and being, to magazine articles and prepping for exhibitions and the ongoing job of applying for the next thing to do. So, I am just going to post the last of my photos from Cumbria very quickly so that they are logged/blogged and I will have a record of my time there, which seems, now, so very long ago. Time flies when you're having fun.
Friday, 8 August 2014
Feiyi Wen gave a talk about her work and the effect of man on the landscape. The talks and projects on the ksdiy residency are still flickering away in my mind, shifting the way I see, think, feel about life, art, being. This picture is really an after-Feiyi shot, the sofa had been dumped at the top of a hillock where it was possible to get phone reception. It had been burnt at some point and the metal was rusted. Some of the upholstery fabric was very beautiful in it's decomposition.
Thursday, 7 August 2014
As an aside, because it is nearly two weeks since I got home from Cumbria and life at home goes on, I want to make a note of the film "Betty Blue", which I watched again last night after probably not seeing it for the best part of thirty years. I had forgotten so much of it. It's a strange adult fable for our time and I am sure that watching it in my youth, way back when, it had a profound subconscious influence on me, and my generation. It is a heart breaking film, but also intensely, extraordinarily beautiful.