This is another from Donna Wilson’s knitted woodland at the Yorkshire Sculpture Park.
I’ve not done much in the way of creativity this past week, but I’ve been keeping entertained with twitter and facebook. One of the things going around on facebook has been the meme about what was number one on the day we were born.
And now it turns out that Clara at I Want My Mummy has set that very topic for this week’s Monday Mixtape.
There’s a great website that finds the number one single and album for any given date during the past 60 years. Click here to access it.
The song that was number one on the day that I was born was Diana Ross singing “I’m Still Waiting”.
I think it’s a lovely song, but it’s not something that’s ever meant anything in particular to me. I can’t help feeling a bit disappointed that it’s not something a bit more interesting.
My sister’s was “Tiger Feet”, which is much more exciting, so I thought I’d include that as well (I love how the singer gets tangled up in his microphone flex at the start!).
What was number one on your birthday? Or on another special birthday or event? You might want to join in with the linky and share.
Over at I Want My Mummy, Clara’s hosting a Monday Mixtape on childhood crushes.
Mine was George Michael. In his Wham! heyday, I covered my bedroom wall with posters and thought he was the most gorgeous man alive. I still have a huge soft spot for him now, but less of a crushy thing and more like a very familiar old friend.
The pictures are my bedroom well somewhere in the mid 1980s. All indoor photos seemed to come out with an orange tinge back then.
Here’s a taster of Wham! so you can judge for yourselves…
Do you remember your first pop-star crush? Why not pop over to Clara and add them to this week’s Mix Tape?
A few more pictures from the Jaume Plensa exhibition at the Yorkshire Sculpture Park.
I love the presentation of the first two faces; I think this shows off the amazing countryside setting of the Yorkshire Sculpture Park, right through to the field behind being ploughed just as I was taking the picture.
The heads here, Nuria and Irma, are modelled on two ordinary girls, one of whom is the daughter of a restaurant owner near Jaume Plensa’s home.
The second set of faces are from the indoor exhibition, set in a very cleverly lit room and quite breathtaking – almost frightening – at first. They’re beautiful. Signs at the entrance warn us not to touch for fear of damaging them. Strangely, that seems to add something to their fragility.
This third set of heads, In the Midst of Dreams, is also incredibly stunning and yet very peaceful. They’re lit from inside, with words imprinted on each of the faces; Ignorance, Wrath, Desire, Anxiety. The words add a special dimension. They’re not immediately fitting with the first impression of peace and stillness, but they move us into the inner person instead of just looking at the external.
As we were coming out of the exhibition, a mother was talking to her children about what they’d seen, and she was obviously trying to move them towards being better able to articulate their views. One of them became slightly frustrated with her, “I don’t know, Mum; I just loved it.”
The thing that I’m falling for the most about being at the Yorkshire Sculpture Park is that I have the feeling that it’s just fine to just love something and not be able to explain why. Or to not like it at all and not know how to explain that either. But it doesn’t seem to require more of us than we’re able to give, and it really does feel that the art’s just there for us to take whatever we want to from it.
These pictures are for the ‘Faces’ theme on my 365 Project, and they’re just a very small part of the exhibition and the whole range of things to see and experience.
We’d wondered about the good sense of going along; the weather forecast had been decidedly dodgy, and neither of us had been to this type of open air concert before.
And Mike was a bit peturbed at the prospect of missing out on the first Dr Who episode of the new run.
But I was hugely glad that we did go. The weather was great and the second half of the concert took place under a very dark, starlit sky. People had taken along little lights and candles, and there was a lovely air of local people enjoying themselves together. That was made all the more special by the fact that Kate Rusby’s very local too and was very happy to be playing at home.
Kate and her band took us through traditional folk songs along with some of her own; delicate songs of love combined with humorous lessons on disrupted relationships.
The setting for the concert, at the edge of an open farm, was a delight. The huge stage was at the bottom of a bank, and I’d be pretty certain that everyone had an excellent view.
I loved it. The whole experience was quite magical. Even given that Mike’s one of those furiously organised people who insists on leaving as soon as the last song’s announced. So we listened to “Underneath the Stars” on our own in the car park and managed to beat the rush of people leaving.
“That was great, wasn’t it?” I asked him as we pulled out of the farm.
“Mmm.” He said.
With enthusiasm like that, I think we might make a Yorkshireman of him yet.