Phoenix 16/04/2013

I too have been thrashing about trying to make sense of today’s event at St Paul’s: here LIz, as usual coming from an unexpected angle, says it all for me.

the PHOENIX project

I went via St. Paul’s on my way to Tate Modern today, around lunchtime, the day before ‘the funeral’ (i”m not being coy, I just don’t have anything to add to the cacophony which has surrounded the death of Margaret Thatcher), I can only suppose that in these secular days we resort to some atavistic need when confronted with the reality of death.  Anyway, thousands of well dressed people were pouring out of the cathedral and I was momentarily confused.  I’d seen a huge number of BBC outside broadcast vans parked down the side and there were lots of police, some on horseback, but nothing to indicate that I had lost a day.  I glanced at an order of service booklet that a guest was holding to discover that this was a memorial service for the Test match special commentator, Christopher Martin-Jenkins, whose voice I remember well, and whose passing…

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Wild Weaving

Wild Weaving at the ABCD meeting, 6.4.2013

Sometimes the things we do in the ABCD book club can look a bit like playgroup offerings: after all, play is a way for the work to develop. It is interesting how inspiring an exercise like this can be, especially if it hadn’t occurred to you to string up a piece of card and weave anything, anyhow, into it. There is a Japanese weaving movement called Saori based on this principle: you weave your stories and your life into the work. Judith Staines came across an exhibition of Saori in Fukuoka last year, and met the women who started the movement, which is now global.