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My Bed

Do you remember that contemporary art installation at Saatchi; ‘My Bed’  by Tracey Emin?  Am I right in thinking it sold for £20,000?  Why, oh why didnt I think of it?  My bed is much more interesting, especially after we have wriggled around in it for a while ;)  I am a very tidy girl usually of course but you can imagine all the paraphernalia when Mr has been here;  clothes discarded through passion, decadently strewn knickers, a stocking here or there, tissues, massage bottle tops, empty champagne flutes and the rest.  Darn, I wish I had thought of it first.

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Rude Brittannia

Tate Britain is having an exhibition soon,  of saucy postcards, cartoons, British comic art and suchlike.  You know the naughty, highly suggestive postcards you used to get when you went on a seaside holiday? (do they still have them? and am I showing my age now?)

Anyway, Tate Britain is a mere hop and a skip from me, so we shall have to take a peak wont we?

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Seeing Pink Elephants

It used to be a euphemism for being a tad ‘over-refreshed’;  seeing pink elephants,  so you can imagine my dismay when I started seeing them all over London, and they werent just pink either; they were bright blue and multi- coloured, some had crazy designs all over them. They were outside The Dorchester, Sloane Square and again in Berkeley Square.

‘What is this?’, I said to myself, ”Ive not had a drop!’.  Actually, Ive just found out that it is some fantastic scheme to raise money for the endangered asian elephant. Top designers and artists have painted lifesize models of baby elephants and they are displayed in various spots around London. They will eventually be auctioned off to raise funds for a great charity.

I love elephants, they are my favourite animal and I have been lucky enough to see them in the wild in both Africa and Asia and I sponsored a tiny orphaned elephant once  so I am definitely behind this new inititiative.

Mr M popped around the other day and told me that he had donated a significant sum to one of my nominated charities listed to the right below.  I was over the moon, that is so great and I know that particular charity quite well so they will be so grateful for the funds and I know they will use it well. Thanks again Mr M xx

So if you have room in your garden for a lifesize baby elephant statue, why not bid for one?, it will look equally as fetching in the grounds of your business premises too, no doubt (and I believe it may be tax deductable? ;)

You can take a look HERE for more information.

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Mrs Warren’s Profession

I went to the theatre the other day to see Mrs Warren’s Profession, a racy (at the time, but oh so tame now) play by Bernard Shaw about prostitution in the Victorian era.  Felicity Kendall played Mrs Warren, a high class madam and was excellent.  The play was actually banned for thirty years, so of course I had to go and see it :)

Shaw’s production was very clever in its portrayal of Victorian hypocrisy, no wonder it caused such an outcry and to some extent you may say that not much has changed.  There is a very sad ending which I wont spoil for you. I thoroughly recommend it, it’s at The Comedy Theatre in Piccadilly.

PS Do you like the picture?, it is called The Courtesan and is by Jan van Beers (1852-1927).  I would love the original but I think I may have to buy a print :)

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Saatchi

I hope you had a good weekend my darlings, mine was very hectic – just how I like it :)

I went to the Saachi gallery in Chelsea and I know its ever so fashionable to be into modern art, and although I found it interesting, would I have any of those pieces in my home?, probably not.  As I say though, very interesting.  I was with a few gals and so didnt get a chance to really examine everything as long as I would like (they spotted a cake shop :) but then again I think someone once said that art has to touch you, if not then the piece is not for you.  Modern art though strikes me as being a bit different.  Sublminal messages if you like.  I did some deconstruction of film when I was at uni and it reminded me of that.

I also went on a London ghost tour. Whooooooooo.   Oh yes, I love anything like that, gory, gory, gory.  Dont worry though, I dont have gory tendancies towards you young man, just step into my lair, thats it… hahaha

Anyway, it was as mad as you like, this tour.  They had actors who were meant to give atmosphere to the thing but it was like being sat next to the nutter on the bus, you know the one and he always chooses you.  A really funny time though :)

And then I went to Nobu – I told you I was busy didnt I?  You know Nobu, that top Japanese restaurant on Park Lane that all the celebs go to (Victoria Beckham’s favourite, I hear).  We didnt see any celebs but we did spend a very pleasant afternoon munching through 7 courses – they were tiny, honest!!

It looks like another busy week for me chaps, I may have a teeny space in my diary over the weekend, failing that it will be 9 or 17 March. See you soon?

PS   Spring is coming, I can feel it!

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The Religions of The Courtesan

We have our own Goddesses,  yes we are them too of course :), well all women are Goddesses really arent they?   But we have had them, Goddesses dedicated to Courtesans, throughout cultures and history.

Basileia – Greek Goddess of the Courtesan was the daughter of Uranus (no sniggering at the back) and then there’s Bebhinn, in Irish mythology, Bebhinn was The Goddess of Pleasure and the name actually means beautiful woman or fair lady.

Ishtar is the Babylonian goddess of Love and War, embodied in the two aspects of the planet Venus–as Evening Star, She brings lovers to celebration and bed; and as the Morning Star, She brings the fiery sword of War. She represents one of the many faces of the ancient Near Eastern Great Goddess, among them the Phoenicians  Asherat or Ashtoreth (in Greek Astarte) and Anat, Sumerian Inanna, Phrygian Cybele, and Greek Aphrodite , most of whom share legends of dying and resurrected lovers.

As goddess of love and sex, Ishtar is the force that draws mates together and brings fertility, both for humans and animals. She is goddess of Courtesans, and sacred prostitution was part of Her cult. She is Herself a harlot who took many lovers.

As goddess of war, Ishtar takes part in battle and is shown standing on the back of a lion bearing bow and arrows. She was known for a fiery and fickle temper which usually spelled doom for Her lovers. (Oh dear!)

One of Ishtar’s lovers was the grain-god Tammuz (who still has a Jewish month named after Him). He died young (as the grain is cut just as it reaches the perfection of ripeness), and some legends imply that Ishtar had a hand in His death. But Ishtar was inconsolable and determined to fetch him back from the Underworld. At each of the seven gates of the Land of the Dead Ishtar, like Inanna, was required to give over an article of clothing or jewelry until finally She came naked and humbled before Her sister Queen Ereshkigal, who then imprisoned Ishtar.

The world mourned for the lost goddess of love, and Her father Sin the Moon God sent an envoy armed with powerful magic who successfully rescued Her. Tammuz was eventually also brought back to live in the land of the gods. The descent of Ishtar was celebrated annually in Babylonian lands.

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The Venetian Courtesan…

…of 18th Century Venice,  placed strips of veal on her face for an hour a day to keep it supple.

She streaked her hair with urine to lighten it.

Her fan  was held in numerous different ways to signify willingness or other temptress mannerisms.

A beauty spot at the corner of the eye indicated a passionate nature and one on the throat suggested the lady was shameless.

(And to think, we only have a mere website to entice these days ;)

The Venetian Courtesans were, during their time, the most alluring women in Europe.  They were beautiful, clever, witty, well versed in music and poetry and they were at the heart of Venetian society.

Florian’s Caffe on Piazza San Marco was the haunt of the Courtesan (I have sipped champagne there).  It is alleged that in 18th century Venice the upstairs of this delightful cafe was the best bordello in town.  Now I didn’t know that at the time and I really wish I did now as I could have had a poke and a pry and really explored the place albeit under the watchful eye of the rather surly waiter ;)  But I urge you to go there, if you happen to be in Venice and perhaps venture out onto the Piazza, grab a seat and listen to the wonderful music played every night as you gaze at the beautiful Basilica.

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Le cortigiane del 18o secolo, Venezia, collocata strisce di carne di vitello per la sua faccia per un’ora al giorno per mantenerla elastica.

Ha i capelli striato con urina di alleggerire la

I suoi fan (la mano varietà) si è svolta in numerosi modi diversi per indicare la volontà e le altre tentatrice manierismi

Una bellezza posto ad angolo con l’occhio di un appassionato della natura e di uno sulla gola suggerito la signora era vergognoso

Le cortigiane veneziane sono state, durante il loro tempo, la più affascinante delle donne in Europa. Erano belle, intelligenti, spiritosi, ben versato nella musica e nella poesia e sono stati al centro della società veneziana

(Sempre la stessa poi, cortigiane, in tutto il mondo, anche oggi:)

Caffé Florian in Piazza San Marco è stato il ritrovo della cortigiana (ho sorseggiato champagne lì). Si asserisce che, nel 18 ° secolo Venezia, il piano di sopra di questo delizioso caffè è stato il migliore in città Bordello

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Back in Plymouth!

Hello!, Yes I am back in the land of the cream tea and the oggie.  London was fab.  I had a lovely time.  After the drama of the changed hotels, I am happy to report that the final hotel I stayed in was quite, quite wonderful  They upgraded me not one level but two!  So happiness did abound :) When I arrived there were a whole bunch of paparazzi outside the entrance. ’Oh no, dear God, not again I thought’  ‘Will they ever leave me alone?’  Just a cursory glance at me told them all they wanted to know.  ‘Nope, not famous, she’s carrying an M&S sandwich bag for Chrissakes!,  ignore’  :)   Good, that pleases me.  I would hate to be famous.  I value and enjoy my privacy too much. 

I did something I vowed I would never do.  Go on the tube.  I havent been ‘down there’ for quite a few years.  I dont like it.  Its claustrophobic, dirty, crowded and smells, and thats just the ticket section.  No, I figured a while ago that I dont get to London that often and so I would forfeit the tube in lieu of the Great British cabbie when I make one of my bi-yearly jaunts.  And besides, if I was meant to go underground I would have been born a mole with great spade like hands, wouldnt I?   So, a grave error found me on the underground yesterday.  It wasnt too bad, but I dont want to do it again very soon.  Please dont make me!

I went to see this; Here’s something you need to check out http://www.visitlondon.com/bodyworlds/ its an exhibition at the O2 and it is incredible.  Sounds a little morbid in that it has exhibits of dissected human bodies that have undergone the process of plastination – but it is done very respectfully, with the ethos of celebrating the miracle of life and the human body;  and the people who have donated their bodies?, I think would be very happy with the resulting, well, its artistry really. It is totally fascinating, take a look. I also managed to get a morning at the British Museum which was also very enlightening.  What a culture vulture I was!

So, I will be here in Plymouth for a little while now, give me a call and we can talk about the smashing weather we are having :)  Have a great bank holiday folks xxx

PS.  Apologies to everyone who tried to get in touch via email.  A super hotel it may have been but the broadband reception was rubbish.

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Tony Hart

Oh no!   Tony Hart has died.  You remember him dont you?  Now, I am no artist but even I wanted to create a masterpiece from whatever Tony told me I could do.  The point is, this guy was an inspiratation, and a gentle fella too.  That is what came across if you watched his programmes.  I liked him – a lot.  83, is that  decent age to die?  Yes I think so.  I was once told I would live til 92 – me being me, I want to stretch that – shall we shall 100 then?  :)

Here is his obituary…

Tony Hart, who has died aged 83, used his immense creative range to sow the seeds of artistic interest in generations of children as a presenter of several hugely popular and long-running television series.

Whether using paints, clay, textiles, foodstuffs or a cast-off object of almost any description, Hart had the magical ability to produce competent, entertaining pieces of work at impressive speed and in an unpatronising fashion. His avuncular, mildly eccentric manner made him the ideal host for children of all ages; indeed, at the height of one of his popularity in the mid 1980s, Hart’s request that viewers send in their own pictures to exhibit in “The Gallery”, a large wall showcasing their efforts, generated 6,000 submissions a week.

In a television career which spanned more than fifty years, the majority of them spent on the screen wearing his trademark cravat, Hart demonstrated artistic techniques both elementary and advanced while never forgetting his motto “Show them don’t tell them”.

Norman Anthony Hart was born at Maidstone on October 15 1925. His father was a local government official whose own artistic leanings were actively discouraged by his parents; his mother was an amateur singer. Their mutual devotion to the arts meant that they adopted a liberal attitude to their children’s careers. “My father always said to me don’t work in an office,” Hart once recalled. “So not working in an office became very important to me.”

After attending a London choir school with Dickensian attitudes to discipline (beatings routinely took place on Sundays), and then Clayesmore in Dorset, the seventeen year old Hart applied to be an air gunner with the RAF. A minor eye defect prevented him being assigned flying duties, however, so he followed in his father’s footsteps and joined the Indian Army instead, training for a commission with the 1st Gurkha Rifles. It was throughout his four years in India that Hart first nurtured serious ideas of becoming a professional painter: dazzled by the colours and patterns of the subcontinent, he spent much of his off-duty periods at an art school in Madras.

Following India’s independence in 1947, Hart returned to England and took up a place at the Maidstone College of Art, from which he graduated in 1950. He then moved to London where he worked briefly as a window display artist at a department store on Oxford Street before turning his hand to freelance graphics work for cinema, television and newspapers. He was happy to paint murals on restaurant walls in return for free meals.

A chance meeting with a television producer at a party in 1952 resulted in a BBC interview which took place over lunch. At the end of the meal Hart was called on to demonstrate his draughtsmanship by drawing a picture of a fish on the napkin which accompanied his coffee. The deftness of this sketch was enough to secure him a job.

Initially he worked on an early Eamonn Andrews show, before advancing to the position of graphics artist on the Tonight programme. Soon after he was engaged as resident artist on the children’s show Saturday Special. He stayed on it for two years before moving to another programme for the young, Playbox, which ran until 1959.

Throughout this time Hart also worked on the original Blue Peter programmes, the first of which was broadcast in October 1958. In the weekly transmissions he told and illustrated stories, invariably about a little white elephant called Packi. His loose involvement with Blue Peter continued into the 1960s with the creation of the galleon which became the programme’s well-known logo . Aware of Blue Peter’s enormous popularity, Hart asked for a penny for every time his design was used. His request was turned down and he was paid a flat fee of £100 instead.

Stints on Ask Your Dad, Disney Wonderland and Stories in Pictures followed, and led to Hart’s first appearance on the long-running puppet programme Titch and Quackers, in which he operated the latter. Then, in 1964, came his breakthrough programme, Vision On.

Originally screened for the deaf, Vision On was a milestone in children’s television and gave a platform to Hart’s natural vivacity. Whether drawing a huge profile on an empty beach with the wheel-tracks of a motorcycle or making a 180ft picture of a tractor on a Sussex hillside using 144 roller towels, this quirky and sometimes surreal programme soon successfully stretched the boundaries of every child’s imagination – regardless of their ability to hear.

Vision On ran for over twelve years and introduced the world not only to “The Gallery” , but also to the groundbreaking talents of artists Peter Lord and David Sproxton, the former of whom went on to co-create the Wallace and Gromit series. By the time Vision On ended in 1977 it was being screened around the world and Hart’s genial manner was winning international acclaim.

The following year, Hart was given his first solo vehicle, Take Hart. It too was an instant success whose overwhelming attraction lay in the presenter’s inclusive approach and positive attitude at the drawing board.

Hart’s desire to encourage by example and by humour meant work of all standards appeared on the wall of “The Gallery” – from children as young as four to that of older teenagers. It was during this series that Morph, a six inch Plasticine figure created by Lord and Sproxton, was born.

As his name suggests, Morph was capable of extraordinary and amusing feats of metamorphosis.

The cleverness of his creation was that the seemingly unintelligible language he spoke in fact made perfect sense and he and Hart could converse with each other. Morph was later joined in his adventures by his irascible friend Chas and a host of other miniature creations. Morph was granted two series of his own in the early 1980s and continues to enjoy enormous popularity.

Tony Hart was awarded his first BAFTA for the series in 1984. Unaware that he had won, he did not attend the ceremony because his wife, Jean, had not been invited to it with him. It was only as he sat at home watching the BAFTAs on television that he realised he should have been there, a fact that always amused him.

Hart Beat, a variation on the same theme as Take Hart, followed. It ran between 1985 and 1994 and continued to show “The Gallery” and to chart the fortunes of Morph. Mr Bennett, an accident-prone caretaker, was introduced as a character to add some comedy value. Hart was also helped over the course of these shows by a series of young female artists.

Throughout the 1990s Hart continued to present other television programmes, the most recent of which include Morph TV and Smart Hart.

In 1998 he was awarded a second BAFTA, in this case a lifetime achievement award acknowledging his contribution to children’s television.

Tony Hart was active in a large number of charities throughout his life. Among the beneficiaries of his efforts was the Gurkha Welfare Trust to which Hart donated pictures which were later auctioned for “substantial” amounts of money.

Hart once described himself as “a loner who can’t wait to get back to my squirrel’s nest”, referring to his cottage in Shamley Green, deep in the Surrey countryside, where he lived for many years. In the years after his retirement in 2001, his health began to fail and he suffered two strokes, which robbed him of the use of his hands. In an interview in 2006 he described no longer being able to draw and paint as “the greatest cross I have to bear”.

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Driftwood

Look at these stunning sculptures.  By Devon artist Heather Jansch, they are made entirely of driftwood.  I love driftwood.  The way that the sea smooths and polishes a tumbled branch is beautiful, so to see these sculptures at the weekend was incredible.

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