A short hiatus is occurring as I am actually in transit.
I have no idea what is going to occur on this blog in the future. Art, librarianship, lectures and more exploration of the things around me, I hope, In the meantime the travels are being recorded at Contrary Towers.
Normality(ish) will resume shortly.
A blog to explore the interests of an original renaissance woman; arts, sciences, poetry, librarianship and everything in between.
Wednesday, 24 February 2016
Saturday, 6 February 2016
Travelling
The beauty sparkles from deep inside;
To catch the city pulse to see the light.
The unexpected shoots sideways,
To glow, to shine, diffuse across my mind
The lights have been my safe harbour;
The bustle of noise has been my home.
The planned voyage takes me further east,
To travel, to explore, my mind takes shape
The old and the new collide
In glass and metal and skin reflected.
Reflecting on both leave me in colour,
To imagine, I am free, your spirit is free
To catch the city pulse to see the light.
The unexpected shoots sideways,
To glow, to shine, diffuse across my mind
The lights have been my safe harbour;
The bustle of noise has been my home.
The planned voyage takes me further east,
To travel, to explore, my mind takes shape
The old and the new collide
In glass and metal and skin reflected.
Reflecting on both leave me in colour,
To imagine, I am free, your spirit is free
Sunday, 24 January 2016
Reconstructing the impossible: Diocletian and Split
Just no. And no again! |
What is it about art, sculpture and architecture that really makes me tingle passionately? Why is it such an obsession with me? This latest lecture from the combined British-Croatian and Split based Croatian-British Societies, given by Goran Nikšić, Conservation Architect, Head of the Service for the Old City Core of Split, provides the perfect answer. He is an architect unravelling a historic architectural mystery; romantic nineteenth century myths are less interesting than the late antiquity/Roman life he is actually uncovering. As he talked about his findings, my brain tingle awoke and once again, I was gripped by an art story.
Saturday, 9 January 2016
Revelations in glass
Eleanor Morgan |
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