Holga taken on a previous trip to Newcastle . I dashed into the Side Gallery and saw a super exhibition of early documentary photography from the 1890s. They had blown up the glass plates quite large so I spent some time checking out the clothing of the women depicted. I’m sure I spotted a crocheted shawl..
To be honest the winter-is-coming-time-to-hibernate-vibe is taking me over. I’m checking out blankets knitted in sock yarn on Ravelry the kind of thing that will take a year to knit while I sit beside my metaphorical peat fire…
In the meanwhile a reminder if you want some autumnal cheer I’m sending an analogue postcard to anyone who signs up to my newsletter list. I have some postie plans for later in the year and you’ll get first shout on that if you sign up.
“Most of us, no matter what we say, are walking in the dark, whistling in the dark. Nobody knows what is going to happen to him from one moment to the next, or how one will bear it. This is irreducible. And it’s true of everybody. Now, it is true that the nature of society is to create, among its citizens, an illusion of safety; but it is also absolutely true that the safety is always necessarily an illusion. Artists are here to disturb the peace.”
― James Baldwin
I was sorry to hear of his death recently. My mother went to Edinburgh Art College with him in the dank and dour 1960′s Edinburgh. She remembers him as hard working unlike a lot of the wastrels who cluttered up the college. In the 1980s some farmily friends had to quickly downsize from a large West End flat to a cottage in the country. They had a huge painting by Bellany which they had bought from his graduation show. It was in ochres and of an old woman and I think in front of Port Seaton. At least in my memory the sea come into it somehow. It was in my parents hall for many years while the friends tried to find a buyer. Eventually it went to a private bank in London. I was sad then it had grown on me in the intervening years there was a quality about the face. The hard life etched onto it and the direct way he had painted it. I looked on google images to see if somehow it had become public but nothing. Instead a fishing boat which brings back memories of Port Seaton and Cockenzie walking along in the summer.