We just happened to see this notice on a rather nondescript door (actually that of the Catholic Church) and decided to go. We had, like the rest of the world, heard about the murder, a few days before we got here, of the two Scandinavian young women just over the mountains from here. People had expressed their devastation that this should happen in their country, and a young woman had come up to us n a cafe and said ‘n’ayez pas peur ‘. We certainly weren’t afraid, but wanted to be at the Manifestation to be held outside the city walls at sunset. Took a taxi simply to find the place and ahead of us was this lorry :
A good start. And it was indeed a heartwarming event.
As the sun went down behind the ancient walls I was reminded yet again of our common humanity and that the lorry was right: Love is the way.
So, we arrived in Taroudant after several hours on buses and were met by our French host Catherine together with friend Said. They showed us round, including the best fishmonger in the fish market , where to buy avocados ( off a giant barrow load) and whizzed us through the souks to the main square which is the beating heart of town. Eat at the Yassmin cafe, they advised, so a couple of hours later we did. Tagines there are cooked to order so we waited and watched the life of the Place, and at the very moment our food arrived, the police did too, wrestling a man into a back room of the cafe. All eyes on the Place ( lots) turned towards the Yassmin. Meanwhile we were a couple of mouthfuls into our tagines when rain seemed to come from a cloudless sky above, straight onto our plates.
All sorts of things ensued: we explained we couldn’t eat the food as we had no idea what had landed in them; the patron fairly reluctantly removed them though he said they had no more food, and then a police officer arrived to ask if we wanted to press charges on the person in the top terrace of the cafe who had, it appeared, spilt a bottle of water which had run down the awning into our plates. All eyes on the Place now turned towards us. No of course we didn’t want to press charges: we just wanted some food! This arrived eventually (a small plate to share). End of story, but quite a dramatic first day in Taroudant.
We told Catherine the next day and she said that the French would say we were like White Wolves (Louves Blanches), or as Lilli said, sticking out like a sore thumb. More elegant in French. ….
Here is a photo of the Yassmin- top terrace – bottle of water; table at the bottom – ours. Just to set the scene.
And ps, the man arrested was nothing to do with the water. We heard he was high on drugs and spent the night cooling off in a police cell.
It was some time in October , on a cold night and after a couple of glasses of wine, that we found ourselves not only planning but booking a trip to Taroudant, on the South side of the High Atlas Mts. but not in a straightforward way, no it seemed a good idea at the time to fly from Bristol to Malaga and make our way down by bus, boat and train. Which is what we did. Here we are looking a bit shell shocked having a picnic on some steps in Tarifa, from where the ferry to Africa departs.
Arrival in Tangier an hour or so later.
Arrival in Marrakech Station a couple of days later
And another bus to Taroudant.
Doing WordPress on my phone is driving me mad so I’ll be back later
When was the last time you sat down and wrote with ink and paper? Scribbled out a misspelled word or found spots of leaked ink upon your fingers from a malfunctioning pen?
At a time when our lives and lists, stories and notes have become part of a digital world we will spend a weekend together getting back in touch with the flow of the handwritten word. We will explore using experimental processes to get us moving and making marks.
Sgraffito with charcoal rubbed in
With full permission to get it wrong, to make a mess, we will return to the joy of what it is to write with our whole bodies and not just the tips of our fingers. Using handmade vegetable, oak gall and berry inks and a variety…
Originally posted on Amazing Space: Etching by Jenny Graham NATURE INTO PRINT July 3 – 5, 2018, 10 am to 4 pm Tutor : Jenny Graham Fee: £180 Using aspects of the natural world students will explore different aluminium etching techniques. Discussions about creative interpretation of the environment will be combined with practical exercises on…
Making Prints for Books is a 3 day intensive course combining printing with bookbinding, with Bronwen Bradshaw and Pennie Elfick. Dates: 10, 11 & 12 July
Concertina Book ‘Lauzerte’ with a series of etchings printed as a strip
The aim of this course is for participants to make a handmade book containing hand printed artwork and maybe words too. The facilities of the Dove print studio will be available for students to make book content, using drypoint and/or lino and woodcut, monoprint and collagraph, with plenty of guidance and tuition on hand to advise on choices and the techniques involved.
The idea of having 2 tutors is that one (PE) will teach the printmaking and the other (BB) will keep her hands clean and help with the bookbinding. We are hoping for a good take up on this course so that we can have 2 tutors, otherwise Bron will be…
Prussian Blue is one of the most used pigments in the etching studio here: a wonderful rich, reliable colour, and I’ve never, till now, stopped to wonder where it originated from. I found these fascinating revelations on facebook this morning, which wouldn’t let me share it, so I’m posting the link and hoping you will enjoy it as much as I did.
And here’s a link to a film I made, called Blue Remembered, which is about the 10 sorts of blue we have in the studio. And about a little dog called Blue, too.
And …it’s just occurred to me, I have another video about Blue, about the Indigo Dyers and Weavers of South West Japan. Here.
You can’t get enough Blue is what I think, in art or in music. Kind of Blue is my favourite jazz album of all time, introduced to me by a boyfriend in 1959. The album lasted, the boyfriend didn’t. The right way round.
A visit to the Redbrick Building in Glastonbury is always interesting and sometimes delicious! The Bocabar restaurant and cafe serve food and good coffee every day of the week; the events space hosts an exciting range of gigs; all sorts of regular courses take place in the upstairs spaces, alongside the studios where resident creatives work.
From 23rd November there will be an additional reason to go there: the artists who frequent Dove Studios are putting on a Christmas Exhibition in what I like to call the Staircase Gallery, running until January 8th. The show comprises work both by students and artists who attend printmaking classes at the Dove and also members of the Fingerprint group who work together in my studio once a week. There will also be work by artists more loosely associated with the Dove.
All types of media will be on display. Printmaking will predominate, but there will also be paintings, collage and textiles.
This promises to be a joyful, seasonal display of inspiring work, most of which is for immediate sale at very reasonable prices.
You are warmly invited to the preview, which is on Thursday 23rd November, 6 – 8 pm.
23rd November – 8th January
Opening times: daily 10 – 4 (closed Christmas Day, Boxing Day and New Years Day)
The Speaking Tree bookshop is hosting a display of ABCD books from our recent exhibition at ACEarts in Somerton. Gareth Mills, the owner of the Speaking Tree, is a great believer in the value of handmade, artists’ books, and wants to help promote them, and also work out how to make it easier to produce them, thus cutting costs and reaching more people. This display is a start – some, though not all, of the books are for sale.
Catch it if you can: it’s on for a couple of weeks from today.
Produced by Artichoke and commissioned by 14-18 NOW, PROCESSIONS marks 100 years since the first women in the UK won the vote. Somerset Art Works and artist Dorcas Casey deliver a programme of creative workshops leading to Somerset participation in the PROCESSIONS mass participation artwork in London on 10 June 2018.