Tea time

At the Vintage Fair yesterday I bought this little cup...

... which turns out to go with this little plate:

So great was the delight at having found a partner for the plate that a celebratory tea party was held, at which two very small cakes were shared out, perhaps in the hope that fairies, or plastic deer, would be tempted to come and eat them.

All the mismatched cups and plates were very happy and cheered up an unbelievably cold day.

No one mentioned the fact that the pin up lady was actually an ash tray.

Vintage and Handmade and Home Again

This weekend I dragged the family a couple of hundred of miles across the country so that I could attend the Vintage and Handmade Fair at Chipping Sodbury. Well, we had the added incentive that my husband's family live near there, so we were able to see them for a nice meal on Saturday, but the icing on the ... ice was the fair.

Taken from the car on the M4

 Ooh but it was cold, especially as I kept opening the car window to take photos on the motorway. Don't worry, I wasn't driving. I like to take photos out of moving cars, particularly of pylons looming up but I didn't catch any pylons this time, only a few nicely twisty trees.
     So the fair was brilliant. I felt as though my particular corner of the blogosphere had come to life, and I actually met Kitsch and Curious Elaine and Gary, which was absolutely delightful. Cathy, Elaine said you were there too, so I'm really sorry we didn't get to say hello to each other.
     I seem to have spent rather a lot of my pocket money and now I'm in that state of denial where I don't look in the bags I've brought home until the guilt has subsided and, also, by the time I do dare to look, there's the added benefit of having half forgotten what I splashed out on. There are the makings of projects in those bags, that much I know -- but is it too awful to think of cutting up cloth books to stitch the pictures onto something else?

Thank goodness for de-icer, that's all I can say.
     We were home by 4pm and making ourselves tea in our proper teacups, which is something we only do when we return, like hunters, from forays into the world. And we had slices of stollern, which was wonderful and actually tasted as though German frauleins had lovingly soaked the marzipan in schnapps or some such, even though it was only from Sainsburys.
     This is an odd little post, sorry -- the photos don't seem to go with the subject matter. I should be doing little plush rabbits and wheely dogs and my NEW reindeer (I feel more adventures of the plastic reindeer coming on...). But I thought I probably ought not to take photos inside the fair. So here are some of the things I already own instead.

One can never have too much trash, no?

My cards came from the printers

Yesterday my Christmas cards arrived from the printers. I'm happy.

Ssh!

They came at first light, hesitantly, through the trees... Something seemed to have drawn their attention over by the fallen tree. A fox?

 Led by the big stag, the whole herd crept slowly into the clearing...

David Gentleman

David Gentleman is one of my absolutely most loved artist illustrators. The other day I had one of those moments when two completely separate aspects of your life collide. I had decided to do a blog post about David Gentleman and was looking out the two relatively rare books I have with his illustrations (in addition to the wonderful but very well-known David Gentleman's Britain/Italy/Coastline series). They are both very slim volumes and were quite difficult to find amongst all my books but I managed to hunt them both out. One is The Shell Book of Roads from 1964, quite an early title.

 I hadn't looked at it for a long time and, flicking through the pages, I was amazed to see this watercolour of Sewstern Lane on the Leicestershire/Lincolnshire border:

This seems to have been drawn from almost the exact same place as the photo we used on the cover of a book we published recently at work:

The book is about regional boundaries which predate county boundaries by centuries (and which are usually to do with watersheds and other natural features of the landscape). Sewstern Lane lies on one such ancient boundary. If I had only known I possessed a much more evocative image of this place, I would have gone to almost any lengths to get permission to use it on the cover. It's too late now, alas.
     David Gentleman studied at the Royal College of Art under two other of my adored artists, Edward Bawden and John Nash (brother of Paul). I don't fully understand the process of artistic influence, which is surely a subtle and relatively subconscious thing, but Gentleman's style seems almost to be the child of those two stylistic 'parents' -- Bawden's energetic and humorous lines and Nash's sentimental lyricism. It's hard to show this in just one image for each, but a quick browse on Google Images would soon illustrate what I mean:

Edward Bawden The Pagoda at Kew and John Nash The Cornfield

Here's one more image from the Shell Book of Roads:

Fosse Way

Although David Gentleman always captures the spirit and character of every country he visits (his drawings of India were the first images of that country that have made me understand why people love to go there), I find his illustrations of England so true that it has the effect on me that I imagine poetry has on other people. I feel he shows places as they really are and yet at the same time he lets you in on why they're wonderful.
     My other interesting Gentleman book is a National Trust book made out of illustrations done for a Whitbread (Brewery) calendar for 1972:

This is a little temple on a cliff in Coleraine, Northern Ireland. Wouldn't you love to be there with the wind in the grass and the sea below?
     Such is my love for David Gentleman that the other day I did something completely out of character, which was to buy a Wedgwood collector's plate. It has an illustration by Gentleman on it, of Harlech Castle, and I just liked it:

 

I think he has a genius touch and the most extraordinary ability to render reality into two dimensions. I have one further example of his work, which I cut out of the Guardian when it was used in the Books pages. It's just stuck on the wall in the corner of my mad little space, but when I look at it, I could be in that tussocky field, waiting for the rain clouds to break.

Christmas cards done at last

I've finally found time to do the artwork for this year's Christmas cards. For the last few years I've had my own Christmas cards printed, because it makes me happy. I don't really sell them, but if I do sell any, I give the proceeds to the Alzheimer's Society. But it's just tiny print runs that I get made up. They look nice printed up on gloss-finish card.
     So I've got these two designs this year:

By doing my own cards, I feel I grab back a little bit of Christmas from big business.

Trying to draw more often

I'm trying to make myself draw more. I need to draw every day but I'm not. Here are three small efforts, in pen, pastel and pencil crayon.