Friday, 28 October 2016

Love London.

Millennium Bridge. Oil on canvas by Celia Turner.



The Millennium Bridge links St Paul's Cathedral on the north bank with Tate Modern and Shakespeare's Globe in Southwark.

A shining example of the truth behind those famous words of Samuel Johnson....
"No, sir, when a man is tired of London, he is tired of life; for there
is in London all that life can afford."

Thursday, 27 October 2016

Art Deco and Modernist Carpets.

Spanish Dancer. Oil on wood by Celia Turner.
Based on carpet designed by Joan Miro c1930 for the Maison Myrbor, a gallery on the rue Vignon near the Champs Elysees.


Arts and Crafts.

I have always been intrigued by the debt we owe to William Morris. Morris was one of the most influential personalities on the British  cultural stage in the second half of the 19th century. Morris was one of the first to consider the carpet as an art form, rather than merely as a floor covering.
William Morris also advocated the 'total work of art', which extended from the design of  a building down to the cutlery and floor coverings.
The philosophy of William Morris and John Ruskin gave birth to the Arts and Crafts movement.

Art Deco and Modernist carpets are beautiful works of  art and can be seen in museums and collections all over the world, including the Victoria and Albert museum in London.
 I am working on a collection of paintings based on original carpet designs from the art deco and modernist era.

Wednesday, 26 October 2016

Emotive Intuition and Brexit.

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David Cameron announcing his resignation 24 June 2016.

During his resignation speech David Cameron said "We should be proud of the fact that in these islands we trust the people for these big decisions." In my opinion his body language told me a different story. My intuition, (another 70's trait) told me that he was absolutely gutted at the decision to leave the EU and was struggling to understand how people could have been so recklessly stupid. As he finished the speech he may well have said ," Right, you bunch of t******' now you can get on with it, I'm off."
The referendum was a massive political gamble and one that I don't think should have ever been undertaken. What is the point of politicians if such huge decisions are left to the masses of uninformed, angry, disillusioned, fearful, desperate voters who couldn't possibly have been  informed enough as to the consequences of such an overwhelmingly life changing decision?  The result of the referendum will have consequences which will last long after the deaths of the people who voted for it. Politicians and Prime Ministers should have that responsibility not the average man or woman on the street.
Politics is reckless. The British public wanted change, any change, a boot up the bum to the political elite, that mass of  nameless faces ruling from their ivory towers and they tuned into their emotive intuition. The problem being that when anger or fear are deployed as the driving motivators for political action, the capacity for discernment is muted, to say the least.The problems in Britain aren't really linked to the EU, the problems are more to do with social class, the haves and the have-nots,  These are the problems that should be addressed by our political parties, the politicians need to take care of their own back yards yet ironically the Brexit vote will take our politicians further away from the problems at home as they have to deal with the consequences of a vote that should never have taken place.
In the future I can imagine our grandchildren looking back at this time in our history with bemused horror.

And across The Pond will the voters tune into their emotive intuition and vote for Trump?

A little part of me thinks that one day Boris will become Prime Minister and stand up to say that it's all been a nonsense and a colossal waste of time and as Prime Minister he is going to cancel the whole silly ruddy idea that was Brexit.












Monday, 24 October 2016

Star Sign: Cancer.

The Crab


When I was a child I absolutely hated having the star sign of Cancer. Cancer being that horrible word that one hears whispered behind hands, accompanied by crossed brows. It was one of those words that was never really explained to me, like buoy. For years there was a picture of The Fighting Temeraire by JMW Turner hanging on the wall at the council house where we lived. I asked dad what that round thing was in the foreground and he told me it was a 'boy.' Totally nonplussed I told him it definitely wasn't a boy and was promptly clipped around the ear. The 'buoy' 'boy' thing frustrated me for years, if only dad had explained I could have been saved years of misery, staring at that bloody picture trying desperately to make out a boy bobbing around in that glowering sea.

The good news for me and any fellow crabs is that today, a three week cycle begins which will encourage us to share our ideas and create beautiful things, Mercury is in our solar fifth house, the sun is already in this sector meaning our need to be heard and seen as unique is stronger than usual. There will be a stronger focus on creative endeavours, children, romance, entertainment and pastimes. It's a great time for creative intelligence and expressing ideas in more innovative and dynamic ways. Spontaneous conversation or learning is highlighted. People are attracted to our minds and intelligence as well as our personality and this cycle lasts for a few weeks. So, fellow Cancerians, let's celebrate ourselves and have fun.
Let me know how you get on.

@artycelia




Thursday, 20 October 2016

Wednesday, 19 October 2016

Palm Trees.

Palm Trees. Oil on canvas by Celia Turner.


Crumbs, it is SO cold today. I am sitting here wrapped up in a vest, jumper, scarf and shawl and I'm still freezing.
I spent the morning getting the garden 'ready for bed' meaning tidying it up and cutting the grass before the weather gets too bad, I've brought the geraniums into the 'conservatory', loose term as it's more like a bombed out bus shelter clinging precariously to the side of the house, that's rented accommodation for you. I can now look forward to a few months of  involuntary slimming as there's no point paying for heating as any warmth simply seeps outside through the 'original' windows, which also took a battering during WW2.
This is the life of the impoverished artist. Still, all is not lost as I am going to rearrange my studio so I am surrounded by seascapes, lovely blues skies and glistening water, golden sands and lapping waves can lull me into a sense of  warm escapism as I wipe the dewdrops from my nose.

Thursday, 13 October 2016

Marmite is Toast.

It would seem that the kitchen staple, Marmite is to be a victim of Brexit.
Who would have been able to predict the demise of such a popular product ?
Perhaps more worrying however is that the same company supplies us with English Mustard.
How beautiful the irony.

I remain......a Remainer.
(And I prefer marmalade on my toast)

Wednesday, 12 October 2016

Vogue. Happy One Hundred Years.

Oil on card by Celia Turner


Vogue magazine was 'born' in 1916 during WW1 when shipping in the US magazine became impossible.
There are obviously thousands of iconic, fabulous photos taken by a myriad of amazing photographers.
A quick google search will provide lots of information about the models, photographers and clothes but for me, a much overlooked prize to be found among the glossy pages of Vogue are the articles themselves, always written in an artistic fashion, well-researched, relevant and thoroughly absorbing.
A stand-out article for me this year would be
Goodbye To All That?
by Cressida Connolly

Cressida reflects on an enduring love affair with the Continent, and why Brexit . more than any other political question. is an emotional issue.
Published in the June issue the article serves as a poignant reminder of days gone by, although Cressida could not have known this at the time of writing.

The painting above is my tribute to 100 years of Vogue.

Friday, 7 October 2016

The Artist's Way.

This is my battered old copy of 'The Artist's Way' by Julia Cameron. I bought this copy in 1994 and no matter how many times I shove it into the back of a cupboard it always gets retrieved.

It is my 'kick up the bum book.'

It enables me to reconnect with my inner and outer artist and to get moving forward with renewed vigour. It renews my faith in myself and who I am.

Describing oneself as an 'artist' can sound a bit, well, a bit poncey, pretentious, affected even but I have been painting and writing for a very long time , it's what I do. I have sold paintings at home and abroad, I have entertained children with my book, 'Mabel' and have had my research used in national newspapers and television documentaries.
I have stood in freezing conditions and the pouring rain while manning my pitch at London's Greenwich Market, I have sat in many a gallery while exhibiting my work.
My house is adorned with my artwork.
I am an artist.

Julia's book helps me recognise myself in a world where it is so easy to get lost.
If you are looking to discover or recover your creative self I would recommend The Artist's Way.

Charmed.

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Charming: Pleasing, delightful.
Using charm: Exercising magic power.

A woman's secret.
(Let's keep it that way)

Wednesday, 5 October 2016

Quote..

In times of turmoil, whether that be universal or personal, art and beauty can soothe the soul.

I don't want this little space of mine to be taken up with politics yet today I want to share the following quote:

'Yesterday we obeyed kings and bent our necks before emperors. But today we kneel only to truth, follow only beauty, and obey only love."
Kahlil Gibran.

I wonder if our little world, and our tiny little country will ever heed these wise words?

Kate Moss by Celia Turner.


                                                                 
                                                                    Oil on paper.


Oil on wood.





                                                         


Tuesday, 4 October 2016

The One And Only....

                                                              Marilyn Monroe
 "They've tried to manufacture other Marilyn Monroes, but it wouldn't work. It never will, she was an original and there will never be another."  Billy Wilder.
                                             
Bye Bye Baby

Sunday, 2 October 2016

Marilyn Can't Play Tennis and Her Golf's a Menace...

I can't play tennis


My golf's a menace

I just can't do the Australian crawl

And I'm no better at volleyball,
Ain't there anyone here for love?

I'm apathetic and non-athletic
I can't keep up in a marathon

I need some shoulders to lean upon.
I need a chappy to make me happy
And he don't have to be Hercules
Don't anyone know about the birds and bees?

Ain't there anyone here for love
Sweet love,
Ain't there anyone here for love?