Showing posts with label Brynhild Parker. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Brynhild Parker. Show all posts

Saturday, October 9, 2021

Happy Thanksgiving weekend, Canadian friends, and otherSaturday offerings

Every Saturday on Twitter, the ELG, East London Group, posts this image of a wonderful painting by Brynhild Parker.

Every Saturday morning this appears in my timeline, and it's become part of my life really.  There's more to see and feel each time I see it.

She was active from the 1920s on, illustrated books and created posters, as well as exhibiting paintings. There's a current exhibit open in the UK of two other ELG  members, the  Steggles brothers. 

Most of the group were working class people from the east end of London, who were talented artists. 

They were windowcleaners, office workers, construction workers,  and had to take breaks in making art when they couldn't afford materials. But they developed major reputations and had some significant exhibits. Parker exhibited with them but was from an affluent art centered family, went to the Slade, different kind of life.  All are well worth looking up.

And here's excitement near home


It looks as if one of the Rose of Sharon seedlings has germinated. Unless it's something else. My current track record doesn't give me total confidence, but anyway something's growing next to the toothpick.

And here's some terrific harvest related crafting, snd I'd credit the maker if I knew who. That spiral piece is so beautiful.

This kind of work used to have religious significance as well as pagan origins, about thanks for the harvest and hopes to continue. Debra, can you shed more light?


Anyway, it's here to wish Canadian blogistas a happy Thanksgiving  weekend. 

And speaking of seasons, we're into Season five of the microseasons.



Just a few words is enough to get the feeling of the slow steady changes outdoors.


Indoors a bit of movement with the figure. It's off the hoop, gathered into a ball shape and stuffed.

Next I have to search for materials to mount the headpiece. I'm not thinking of a human body for this one, more of a pillar or something. Still considering the next bit.

So that's what's up chez Boud today. Happy weekend everyone.


Saturday, October 17, 2020

Saturday stream of consciousness

 This is how I start my Saturdays, with this lovely work

"Interior" by Brynhild Parker of the East London Group.

Courtesy of the East London Group Twitter account. They exhibit, document and preserve the paintings and their significance. You can learn more at Wikipedia.

 The ELG  were working class people in the East end of London, in the 1920s and 30s, who studied art after working hours, were hugely talented and developed a following. Walter sickert was one of their teachers, and some of the members made it to the Slade. A working class artist myself, I really love this group. They struggled to buy materials, some became illustrators and created commercial posters for big companies. They worked in various media, and Steggles' watercolors are just enviable. Their work documents their surroundings, many street scenes of places now gone, their occasional travels. 


The ELG account shows work daily, with a repeating work on Saturdays and another one on Sundays


This is what you can get from Twitter if you curate your timeline to suit yourself. Mine is full of art, history, medieval manuscripts, farms, pets, writers, comedians. Some political writers, some local police and library news. Like a lot of things, it's what you make it.

It also has good news, as in today's report of a kindergartner finding the lemur, stolen from the San Francisco zoo. There's video of him and his Mom crossing the street after school, suddenly seeing it and leaping around, getting the other kids to see.

Mom called police and animal  control, and the lemur was quickly found in a backyard playhouse, fed and taken home to his habitat. Smart five year old knew it wasn't just a funny looking cat. Police have also found and charged the man who broke into the lemur's habitat and stole him. The finder's family now has lifetime free passes to the zoo, and the school accepted the $$ reward.

In other news, as they say,  I have this full spectrum light on order, doctor recommended, which I'm going to use to try to avoid my December crash. I'm hopeful.


It was a friend's doctor who said this is the best at the moment, and since the maker's instructions are vague, I took notes of how to use it


Green soup, powerhouse soup, today. Broccoli, scallions, celery, carrot greens, pesto water from lemon balm pesto, red potatoes, garlic, onions. Old Bay seasoning. Good for a few days.







If I were serving this to guests, I'd do a little drawing on each bowl in cream. 


Very high end. But I have no guests and no cream. So I'll just eat it and like it.

Last note on high tech things: there's an international archaeology conference underway, and they now find their software is banning the word bone. Bit difficult to discuss important findings without mentioning it. Somebody never thought to add it to the whitelist, I guess, never dreaming it would be redflagged.

Years ago when this kind of software blocking was new, one of our unlamented NJ politicians, whose name will be partly withheld, called a press conference to show how up-to-date he was with protecting everyone's children from Awful Words. Which they probably hear all the time, but anyway.

So he has the computer fired up, press assembled, and he goes to unveil his website. Which wouldn't open. Flusterment ensues. Then one of the techies said, um, Sen. Z, your name is stopping it. Name was  Dick. Gleeful reporting happened.