On Friday the 13th of May I got up stupidly early, took the tram to the station, sat on a train bound for Manchester and made my way to the absolutely huge Paperchase store that they have there. Now I like stationary as much as the next girl, but that’s not my reason for making the trek, oh no! I was going to learn a new technique for making things, lino cutting.
I’ve seen lino cut prints before but I’ve never actually tried it before, so when I was sent a link to the Paperchase Project craft workshops it caught my eye immediately and it turns out I bought the first ticket.
The class takes place on the first floor, but you have to pass through a mezzanine level to get there. The lass who was teaching us introduced herself, but I’m afraid I forgot to write down her name, so if you work at the Manchester shop please tell me so that I can amend this! Continue reading
Dachau Gate prisoner entrance
A selection of doors from around the world, some inviting and some less so…
I’ve been a bit quiet again recently, sorry! But I’ve been making stuff for my brother’s wedding, dying my hair and working a bit too.
Have a look at what the weekend brought here:
More updates soon I promise!
So this week I’ve put together another gallery, with different ideas I get from the word ‘fresh’.
Below we’ve got fresh ingredients from street markets in SE Asia, a freshly chopped coconut in Fiji, fresh water fun, fresh faced, a refreshing blended iced green tea latte, freshly dyed skeins of silk, freshly made felt, fresh flowers as an offering and a freshly prepared (by me) meal.
More fibres are added in a pattern and worked onto the existing felt. The first bit can’t be fully felted or the top layer won’t take.
A trip to Paris one chilly, crisp January.
From the outside news reports the protests in Bangkok in February 2014 were more like riots, clashes with the police and sadly people died.
Inside, this was not the case everywhere. The protests were spread across a large area, with tents, music, food, I was given free water and invited to write on the pro-democracy walls.
A ten minute walk into the protest site I found these children dancing.
My trip to Laos was brief and, on the whole, brilliant, barring the scam fiasco of the last day in Luang Prabang.
I wish I’d managed to see a little more of the country and spend more time with the locals, but I didn’t quite realise how much time I’d spent in Thailand, not really doing much. But there you are, you learn and I’ll be planning the rest of the trip a little bit more than just ‘ah I’ll go there next…’
The main impressions that I have of Laos are:
- mountains, mountains and more mountains. Covered in forests and jungle, long twisting roads passing through linear villages with small children walking to school, even smaller children playing by the side of the road.
- the misty vistas that ideas of Asia bring to mind. Mountains looking like torn tissue paper, fading off into the distance.
- A father having a waterfight with his son as we drove past, the child giggling in delight.
- Friendliness of strangers (mostly) offering directions, tips for good food options.
- Resourcefullness and hard work ethic. People were selling items made from the shells dropped during the ‘American War‘, flowers and peace signs shaped from the metal and destruction brought by American bombers. I had no idea that Laos had been affected so badly, I’ll certainly be reading more about it in the coming weeks.
- Water, water everywhere…
In Luang Prabang the main feature of the surrounding landscape is the Mekong River, winding it’s way past the city, conjoining with the Nam Khan and in the evening you can sit and watch the sunset over the river.
This woman abandoned her fear and the world at large to sit and meditate over the waterfall on the French/Swiss border in 2012.
This week I managed to get a picture published on The Guardian’s website under the theme of ‘Leap‘. It’s the first picture I’ve submitted so I’m pretty pleased…