Wednesday, 22 February 2012

February Ruminations.

Sharon cooked tortilla for lunch today. She used up the very last potatoes from our allotment and some eggs at least one of which was from our aging hens. While it was cooking I sat and listened to the wind. It sounded hostile, alien. In one of my special little sketchbooks, one that I keep for best, I wrote a poem:

February Ruminations.  

                                       February, I chew the cud.
                                       The wind in the bare thorns
                                       is bestial, raw.
                                       My bed is warm,
                                       but stale thoughts
                                       belch up like
                                       last night's beer.
                                       I wait for spring.
                                       Hoping it will come.
                                       I am never certain. 
                                       I have so little faith, 
                                       not even trusting
                                       the Seasons anymore.
                                       The sky is ash grey.
                                       A polystyrene box
                                       rattles past and 
                                       the bare stalk of
                                       a climbing rose
                                       taps on the window.

The tortilla, omelette variety, was delicious. It vanquished my hunger and my melancholy.

Thursday, 2 February 2012

The trees were clothed in green velvet.


Look snap my boots match the trees.





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Frabjous Day

I am taking part in an online class with Misty Mawn. One of the assignments was to get out and look more closely at the world arround us. We went for a walk in Belvoir woods, as you can see the shadows were long emphasising the shapes arround us. The perfume of the earth and distant woodsmoke, birdsong echoing arround us........not another human in sight made for a truly magical experience.
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Tuesday, 29 November 2011

The Green Man and Us.

Where does our inspiration for our Green Men designs come from? This is a question that Anne, one of our recent customers, asked me and it is a question that many people put to us so I thought it would be a good idea  to answer it as best I can in our blog. 


Hawthorn and Elder intertwined.


The biggest inspiration for us is the English Countryside. Even though it has been damaged and suffered insult and injury from generations of bad farming practices, poor planning, nasty buildings and pollution it is still beautiful. It still has  some wonderful woods, pastures, hills, brooks and rivers, mysterious springs, romantic ruins, tumuliand stone circles that make it a magical place. For us this magic is embodied in the figure of  the Green Man.

There are hundreds of places that I can think of that have the special Green magic. One is depicted above. In a field near our home there is this elder and hawthorn growing together. My younger son, Thomas is on the right hand side. Children sense and appreciate such places. Unfortunately  adults can't always tune in to them. It's a skill they need to relearn. Somehow the Green Man can give a focus to this process.



Another, and to me closely related source of inspiration, are the old churches that cover England. They frequently hold carvings of  Green Men. Above are photos of Green Men from churches in the Lincolnshire area that a friend sent us.

We also take leaves and other natural materials that we pick up on walks and work these into our designs. Here's an oak leaf I picked up last winter which became incorporated into one of our designs. Oak leaves, ivy leaves and holly leaves have been our particular favourites, along with their fruit. Evryone is aware of acorns and holly berries but not everyone notices the lovely little berries that you find on ivy.

After all the preliminary work of looking at shapes and images, we make a drawing which is the basis of our design. Here's one we did for  a special order for someone who wanted a smiling Green Man. We work mainly from the back of the pewter, hence the words are mirrored. Once we have the design at this stage we transfer it to the pewter.

The high grade of pewter we use has been difficult to source in recent years due to a decline in the metalworking trade in Birmingham, but we have now found a new supplier who can deliver the thin, finely rolled and finished sheet that we need for the repousse work. The repousse work is done with a variety of specialised tools with rounded ends. My favourite is an old brass ferrulled burnisher with a highly polished agate tip shaped like a claw which can produce a lovely shiny finish.

The final piece is produced painstakingly line by line, patinated and polished, and then mounted and framed.  A lot of work goes into it. It sometimes seems ridiculous how much time goes into our pieces. Whoever buys one gets a lot of our time for their money! But we love making them. It is a deeply satisfying process that I would not swap for the bigger financial  reward we could get from having them stamped out in the Far East.

Here's a recent Green Man by Sharon:


This has already been sold but we can do a similar one. Price £180.

Occasionally we are rewarded with the sight of a mysterious figure in the undergrowth  on our country walks. This one spotted near Belvoir Castle last summer.

Phil.

Tuesday, 4 October 2011

Jack the Giant finished at last!!





Hurrah, at long last Jack the Giant emerged yesterday from behind his foliage to show his true couours. My largest and most time consuming work in pewter yet! He has been waiting for a long time, foliage began unfurling in late July but work was halted when the workshop roof vanished leaving us open to the elements - not to mention all thr dust and rubble. For all that I believe he has gained a very noble and patient expression.
He was carried off to his new home last evening after putting him in a pewter coloured frame. His new owner plans to give him pride of place in her new garden room. Delighted to say she was thrilled!
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Thursday, 18 August 2011


Bold and cheerful aluminium jewellery.

I thought that I would post something bright and cheerful to counteract the grey drizzly day outside. I wanted to get out in my studio and finish a commission for a really big Green man in pewter - but dad, who has been itching to re do the roof out there, forced it on us this morning - now it is raining - I am trying hard not to be grumpy .............I know my dad can start a project then get sidetracked for a couple of years - lets face it - I am still waiting for the dolls house furniture he promised me when I was about 6!     ........... I really want my entire familly to leave me alone so that I can get all my orders up straight! 
 Hmmm anyone out there got any ideas how to turn the grumps arround and make it in to creativity?

Tuesday, 16 August 2011

Market Places, Public Places.

Traditional markets have declined in recent years for all sorts of reasons including the bad press they have received and their portrayal in the media as scummy places full of rogues. It is certainly true that markets have harboured dodgy traders but overall they have been vibrant places that have injected energy and excitement into many towns and cities. Nearly all the older towns of England are referred to as 'Market Towns' for good reason. Market days were special. They were not only days for shopping but for socialising. Pubs and cafes were buzzing, the streets were noisy with banter, greetings and gossip. You could take your goods and produce and be a seller yourself. Money taken would circulate locally. The markets also provided  great deal of informal employment  for young people and older people who did not have regular employment. To use modern jargon, they were 'inclusive'.

Compare this with modern shopping centres. They are privatised spaces the sole purpose of which is to relieve customers of their money. If they don't have money they are not wanted. Only chain stores can afford the rents for the shop units. Goods are probably made in China. The money taken is paid into the accounts of large businesses. There is no local input. There is no informal employment. They are dead places. Night comes, they are locked up. Security guards patrol.

I can't help making a connection between shopping in these modern hell zones with the current sorry state of our street life with all its anti-social behaviour that culminated in last weeks riots.

When we started to stand market thirty two years ago [!] in Leicester the town centre market was thriving. Nearly every trader had several people working for him or her. The traders and their employees all spent money on the market themselves. Bus routes converged on the market. Saturday  afternoons were wonderful. It felt like being at a big party. There was  tremendous bustle and noise. If you stopped and listened it sounded like chips being fried: thousands of words being exchanged. It was a public space full of lively interaction. We loved it. Apart from anything else it was a great social life. The three lads that we employed in succession later become close friends. They have fond memories of all the banter, the incidents that occurred, the characters that wandered about the market [including some with mental health problems that we gave informal support to]. It was  an important part of our friends' education. It was a situation in which money wasn't everything.

Where, now, can a young person acquire such a rich experience?  I don't know. Sadly markets such as Leicester are a pale shadow of what  they used to be. The lifeblood has been sucked from them by the decline of public transport, the decline of public spaces and the decline of town centres. I can't help thinking that this is linked to public behaviour and the ethos of our time which is that money is everything.

If we could revive our street markets and other public spaces I feel sure that England would become a happier place. I still stand market. It probably doesn't make sense from a purely economic view but there is still real life to be enjoyed there, real people having real conversations and I still love doing it.

Where do we stand?

Friday: Stamford Market opposite the museum [now closed due to 'cuts']
Saturday: Melton Mowbray opposite  Ye Olde Porke Pie Shoppe.
Sunday: Cambridge. Market Place next to the granite fountain and Cafe Mobile.

Visit. Hear me rant in person!