knitting, stitching and pairings

In spite of the weather warnings, I braved the journey to Harrogate on Sunday to visit the Knitting and Stitching show, at the harrogate international centre. The journey there was smooth, but the snow came six hours earlier than forecast so of course the whole town came to stand still, and on the way back, what should have been a 2 hour journey turned into a six hour feat.


However, I was glad I made it. Never having been before, I was overwhelmed at the amount of yarn, stitch, crafts, beads and all sorts of other curiosities and wonderments associated with knitting ans stitching in one huge centre.

The textile gallery was of the most interest to me, and I particularly enjoyed the exhibition of my fellow students and staff at Manchester metropolitan University. It was to accompany the recently published Machine stitch perspectives by Alice Kettle and Jane McKeating. Both the book and the exhibition celebrate the beauty of the sewing machine and the vast amount of results it can produce.

The two are now working an an accompanying book, Hand Stitch Perspectives. Jane's chapters will include some of the communities in India, particularly Gujarat, working in hand embroidery, and some of the projects that are working alongside the artisans to help create sustainable markets for them.

Alice and Jane's work also featured in the MMU project Pairings which was exhibited in the university library from July to November this year. I was intrigued at the outcomes of the collaborative of artists from different disciplines and how two contrasting mediums worked alongside together.






The above work must have been influence by the envelope dowry bags distinctive to embroidering communities in India. Below is the back of one of these bags made by the Dhebaria Rabari community of Kachchh.

Holi article

I'm please to see my article about Holi published in the new issue of Masquerade magazine. http://www.masquerademag.com/ - page 9. It fits nicely into the celebration theme, and I love the vibrancy of the images and the way its been laid out.

Celebrating with the locals, Holi 2008 in Hampi.

an unusual spot to find a rug

The other day I went walking in the Goyt valley in Cheshire and came across this scrap of fabric imbedded in the track leading to a farm. It was sad to see that a rug had just been left to perish. However I had to take a photo of it as I liked the effects of the textures of the woven patterned cloth intermingled with the stones of the path.

Men of Cloth

Gavin Fry

I've just come across lots of pictures from past exhibitions that I've visited. I meant to write about them earlier but have never got round to it.
'Men of Cloth' was at the Waterside Arts Centre in Sale, Greater Manchester from 3rd July to 4th Sep 2010. I can't seem to find out whether it is touring.

It was really refreshing to see a collection of beautiful art work in the textile medium produced by males when it has so often been an art associated with women. I though it was a really nice idea to collate this work into one exhibition, as it is a way of changing and challenging that perception of the textile arts.

This was especially after I had seen so much enthusiasm, passion and skill of the block-printing artisans whilst working with them in India, which is traditionally a male activity.

I have added some pictures of the work I particularly liked.

Michael Brennand-Wood I have always admired the forms his sculptural textiles take.

Matthew Harris explores the 'Symbiotic relationship between textiles and music'

James Hunting reminds me a little of Alice kettle. I love the soft painterly textures with striking details of delicate embroidery stitches in bold colours.

Kazuhito Takadoi This picture doesn't give justice to Takadoi's work, the delicate simplicity and sensitive homage to nature. I just found them so pleasing to look at.


Colin Jenkins - I was attracted to the way he brings what, to me seem like quite boring furnishing fabric swatches to life with quirky embroidered illustrations

Moroccan Islamic patterns

Above: The same star pattern seen in 4 different contexts. This was something that kept re-occuring.

Blue and white is a common colour combination in the tile work. This pattern can appear quite jumbled and like a random scattering of squares. But when you squint you can see perfectly shaped diamonds. It has many different dimensions, as have the majority of the Islamic patterns.

Paris

There were a few highlights during my trip to Paris which are worth mentioning. Of course we visited all the obvious sites. We experienced one of our few strokes of good luck arriving at the Louvre on the first Sunday of the month which meant free entry! However this did mean constantly squeezing through hoards of people, as if gallery visiting isn't exhausting enough already! Not too bothered about the over praised Mona Lisa, i went in search of ancient artifacts and any clues to some origins of my Indian block printed textiles patterns.

I thought the patterns on this important looking man's coat showed similarities to Indian Ajrakh block printing and in colour also. Looking back at my notes, I can only make out that it is dated 2600 BC. Although I'm now not trusting my roughly scribbled translations from french, as it doesn't look this old. I will always take a proper notepad to galleries in future, and create a clear coding system for the photos

Geese seem to appear constantly in ancient artifacts, and seem to hold important symbolic meaning for the ancient civilisations that created images of them. They are also seen in the patterns on the oldest textiles in evidence found in Egypt, thought to have come from India.

Many other geometric patterns painted onto pots used similar patterns and in the similar natural colours in use today.

By the side of the vast Louvre is Le musee des arts decoratifs. A beautiful old building, it exhibited fashion, art deco and nouveau interiors, jewellery and other styles of decorative art, including a temporary exhibition of design using animal imagery - collection of very garish objects. For me the exhibitions inside were not as impressive as the building, although I did enjoy the exhibits of fashion by some of Paris' famous designers.

In complete contrast to ancient art were the eccentric, eerie sculptures on the pond overlooked by the dominating Pompidou centre. I loved just sitting and viewing these crazy objects, but if sat at night with few people around, I imagine listening to their creaking movements would have created a really eerie atmosphere.

There was something good to come out of missing our train due to the strikes. We had an extra day in Paris and hadn't yet had chance to see the Institut du monde arabe, which I had wanted to visit. We picked up one of the public velos and took our own tour along the seine. Paris architecture does amaze at almost every corner. And this was yet another fascinating building because of its uniqueness and contemporary design. I loved the continuous symmetry in the building's surface pattern that is such a big part of Arabic culture and Islam.
I loved the way geometrical and symmetrical patterns that are so often used in traditional Islamic art and architecture, were here applied to a contemporary context to create quite a striking effect.

Unfortunately you weren't allowed to take photos inside. The building inside wasn't quite as striking as it appears on the outside, although they have an extensive collection of Arabic artifacts and art. Pieces of contemporary paintings were exhibited alongside Typically we were there when they were renovating a whole gallery as well, so usually there would be a lot more to see.

Moroccan mysteries

I've just returned from travels in Morocco. It is the first time I've been somewhere and returned exhausted and baffled by the experience. We hoped to travel by train all the way from Manchester to Tangier by train and boat, and continue on train around Morocco. However, we only managed to make it as far as Paris, where French train strikes prevented us continuing on to Madrid, where we hoped to head through the picturesque Spanish landscape (as a Spanish friend of mine had described it) to Gibraltar to see the exquisite Islamic architecture and sail across to Tangier, the 'city of dreams'.

Overcoming the disappointment, we booked a flight directly from one French romantic city to another, once French romantic city, Casablanca. We then made our way by train to Rabat, a city I became much more entranced by than Casablanca. Maybe it was the warm welcome in a police station with offers of delicious home cooked food, the Eid celebrations and the beautifully decorated and peaceful riad we stayed at. The heat was blistering, and sometimes caused us to drink tea in shaded courtyards, the mosques were a peaceful escape from the bustle of the traffic and Medinas. A friendly, eager museum worker talked me through artifacts on display at the archaeological museum where there were only one other couple visiting. My favourite site was the Kasbah, and its winding brightly blue and white painted streets inside that led up to a view of the sea and the city.

Two storks nest, thought to bring good luck and success according to Moroccan suspicion, atop of a tower at some 13th century ruins.

A train journey from Rabat to Fes, despite the uncomfortable heat due to lack of air conditioning, was highlighted by the company of cute and playful Moroccan kids who loved the attention and abundance of kisses, and playing with my sparkly bracelet!

Fes didn't meet my expectations either. By friends I had been told it was more magical and less touristy than Marrakesh, which it was but much more touristy than Rabat. I did enjoy the walk up to the hill overlooking the Medina and the hills to the other side. I experienced my first antique shop filled with beautiful old Berber and Islamic textiles, pots, wood work, jewellery and brass. The owner was helpful and not pushy or persistent like so many of the sellers in the many souk stalls. He was excited on hearing that I was a textile researcher, and I promised to return when I had the money to buy an authentic Berber textile piece.

Having a spare night between hotels booked in Fes and Marrakesh, we though we'd stop over halfway in the hills. However after a windy bus journey sat next to a boy being sick, arriving in Beni Melal to find it was much bigger, busier and stressful than the small mountain town we were expecting, not finding any guides to accompany us to the mountains and exhausted by the heat, we jumped in a grand taxi all the way to Marrakesh. We were frustrated to find the road was completely straight all the way after we had wasted money on booking a bus ticket for the next day, and a hotel checking in.

But we arrived in Marrakesh relieved and welcomed by friendly staff at a peaceful, riad with a lush green garden and lots of singing birds.

We managed to experience the countryside by heading to the vallee d'Ourika in the Toubkal national park on the edge of the high atlas. The break from hustle and bustle was very welcomed, and it was refreshing to meet a guide who did not cheat us out of money, and just loved showing people the beautiful valley that was his home.

Time in Marrakesh was spent wandering aimlessly yet again round the Medina, visiting the artisan ensemble which sold very similar wares to those in the souks, but at a cheaper fixed price and in the piece of a courtyarded hideaway, visiting the tropical Jardin Majorelle, being forced to buy leather goods after a visit to the tanneries, which we did not even plan on doing, but after getting lost thought a kind man was helping us out, but was actually trying to make money, like many others in this city.

The djeema al fna was what made Marrakesh stand out from the other cities because I had never experienced anything like it. A vast open square, that is dead in the daytime but gradually comes to life at night, with water sellers, entertainers of all sorts, a mass outdoor restaurant, and stall upon stall of orange juice, cake sellers, dried fruit and henna painters. I was fascinated. As soon as you step into the depths of the musicians and magicians and the crowds watching in the depths of the dark un-lit square, it's like you are carried away into another world.

At the same time the mass, dark open space opens opportunity for hashish dealers, sleazy men seeking to relieve their sexual needs through hassling the hoards of western female tourists, and of course the opportunity for pick pockets is endless. I clutched onto my bag, warned off any dodgy looking men, and was ready with an aggressive Arabic phrase should any of them try anything, and immersed myself into the repetitive sound of drums and singing.

The whole time I was searching for storytellers after reading Tahir Shah's In Arabian Nights and becoming fascinated with the Moroccan and Arabic tradition of symbolic stories that have been passed down through the centuries. I thought there must be few if no story tellers left after only coming across musicians and conjurers, (the musicians might also have been telling stories but it was too difficult to grasp what they were singing about). However we finally discovered a large group surrounding one man who seemed to be part telling, part acting out a tale. Having an Arabic speaking companion was useful for this, (as it was during many other occasions on the trip). Although we couldn't stay long enough to catch the full story, as we were right at the back of a lot of people, strangely all who were men, which gave me more reason not to hang around!