Pitt Rivers

July 18, 2011

fishing net with shell weights and wooden floats

fish skin armour

bark paper pouch

I love visiting Pitt Rivers Museum. Having a large sweeping glance at the bright beauty of the Natural History Museum before delving into the twiddly darkness of Pitt Rivers.  There  is no way of seeing everything in one visit so I just wander about happily absorbing things in a non-linear fashion. There certainly appeared to be a theme for this visits photos though; I got very excited by what some might call the material processes and others might call making do with what we had. Photography is a bit hard in a darkened, glass filled space.

The brilliant Matthew Welton describes colour and light in gorgeous ways in The Book of Matthew


London Sundays

Snatches of summer in afternoon parks

are probably now as good as it gets.

Meeting beneath the clock that never works

then sloping off homewards as the sun sets

behind the bandstand must be the closest

anyone can come to finding again

the good, good feeling that will last and last

like a child’s holidays. Dusk comes. Then rain.


And love never really feels like some craze

that hits like gin, buzzes like benzedrine,

and smells as good as coffee. In some ways

all it has to be is something between

a half-funny joke and some old rumour

from somewhere around, that arrives unrushed

like boredom, wears on like a bad winter,

and which spreads through rooms like sunlight and dust.

Hooray for bike riding on hot days. Trees dappling the light in Alexandra Park.

Mmm light- soft light

July 18, 2011

my photo of Stratum by Susie MacMurray

A beautifully simple idea from Susie MacMurray, this has to be seen to be fully experienced. It is a delight to climb the steps into the space and see the light fall and bounce off the curves of the feathers. At the moment the installation holds something of the wonder and tension of freshly laid snow – it is blissful to behold and restrain from throwing yourself into it’s midst.  Susie writes about it here

The wood was soft and the coins went in easy with a rock. I wonder how long this has been happening and where else in the world there are penny trees