If you’ve always dreamt about having your own solo show in beautiful Venice, Italy, this is your chance!
International ArtExpo is offering the opportunity to have an art exhibition in Venice, in the beautiful Scoletta near San Marco square. This new project is open to any kind of artist, in the fields of painting, sculpture, photography, video art, and performing art.
I studied the poetry of Gerard Manley Hopkins at school, then at university. But I owe my love for Hopkins to Richard Burton’s reading, here. Hopkins’ delight in toungue-twisting scintillation, and Burton’s race through the lines, are a wild combination! Hopkins thrilled at nature but being a priest (and a rigorous one at that), had to offer everything in life to God. Thank you GMH and RB xx
The silence was louder than the wind.
As I was walking up to Notting Hill Gate, I saw police directing traffic, the rain and the wind lifting people off their feet and I was filled with dread.
I couldn’t see what had happened. There was a tragic cycle accident here in 2009 and I feared the worst.
Everyone, coming up, thought the same: ‘I hope no-one was hurt’. We all said it out loud. And to the bobby behind the cordon.
How no-one was injured on a party night in the capital, I’ll never know, but I’ll always be grateful. The crushed tree, green and gorgeous, was beside the bus-stop and the busy pub. I hope they save it.
The elegance of the structure lifted by nature away from the building was powerful: suspended animation. It changed in 3-D as you walked towards it.
I crept up on it, fascinated and frightened by what I might eventually see..
The precariously-balanced sticks of metal, unreal.
Now, the tiny sculpture of a girl running along the rooftop, put in place years ago to soften the skyline, suddenly seemed to have meaning in the scheme.