“nothing to gain and nothing to lose”

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The play-pretend queen found a story about a ‘flute player”, and she would like to share it with you….


“A new flute was invented in China.  A Japanese master musician discovered the subtle beauties of its tone and brought it back home, where he gave concerts all around the country.  One evening he played with a community of musicians and music lovers who lived in a certain town.  At the end of the concert, his name was called.  He took out the new flute and played one piece.  When he was finished, there was silence in the room for a long moment.  There the voice of the oldest man was heard from the back of the room:  “Like a god!” 

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The next day, as this master was packing to leave, the musicians approached him and asked how long it would take a skilled player to learn the new flute.  “Years,” he said.  They asked if he would take a pupil, and he agreed.  After he left, they decided among themselves to send a young man, a brilliantly talented flutist, sensitive to beauty, diligent and trustworthy.  They gave him money for the living expenses and for the master’s tuition, and sent him on his way to the capital, where the master lived.

The student arrived and was accepted by his teacher, who assigned him a single, simple tune.  At first he received systematic instruction, but he easily mastered all the technical problems.  Now he arrived for his daily lesson, sat down, and played his tune – and all the master could say was, “Something lacking.” The student exerted himself in every possible way,  he practiced for endless hours, yet day after day, week after week, all the master said was, “something lacking.” He begged the master to change the tune, but the master said no.  The daily playing , the daily “something lacking” continued for months on end.  The student’s hope of success and fear of failure became ever magnified, and he swung from agitation to despondency.

Finally the frustration became too much for him.  One night he packed his bag and slinked out.  He continued to live in the capital city for some time, longer, until his money ran dry.  He began drinking.  Finally, impoverished, he drifted back to his own part of the country.  Ashamed to show his face to his former colleagues, he found a bat far out in the countryside.  He still possessed his flutes, still played, but found no new inspiration in music.  Passing farmers heard him play and send their children to him for beginners’s lessons.  He lived this way for years.

One morning there was a knock at  his door.  It was the oldest past-master from his town, along with the youngest student.  They told him that tonight they were going to have a concert, and they had all decided it would not take place without him.  With some effort they overcame his feelings of fear and shame, and almost in a trance he picked up a flute and went with them. The concert began.  As he waited behind the stage, no one intruded on his inner silence.  Finally, at the end of the concert, his name was called.  He stepped out the stage in his rags.  He looked down at his hands, and realised that he had chosen the new flute.

Now he realized that he had nothing to gain and nothing to lose.  He sat down and played the same tune he had played so many times for his teacher in the past.  When he finished, there was silence for a long moment.  Then the voice of the oldest man was heard speaking softly from the back of the room:  ” Like a god!” 

quoted from a book I received as a gift recently called: “Free Play” by Stephen Nachmanovitch

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Anyway, I hope you all had a wonderful Easter-weekend! Take care…xxx

Rabbit! where did you hide those eggs, girl? (detail of a work which I will tell you more about later)

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Best wishes

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Dear Friends,

That’s a wrap from me for 2017…

What a interesting, year it has been!

Thank you for all the love and every comment, feedback as well as invitations to participate in exhibitions I received during this year.

Best wishes for the festive season.


I’ll hope to ‘see’ you in the new year again xxx

 

 Pan / Pale Man: A long time ago, in the underground realm, where there are no lies or pain, there lived a Princess who dreamed of the human world. She dreamed of blue skies, soft breeze, and sunshine. One day, eluding her keepers, the Princess escaped. Once outside, the brightness blinded her and erased every trace of the past from her memory. She forgot who she was and where she came from. Her body suffered cold, sickness, and pain. Eventually, she died. However, her father, the King, always knew that the Princess’ soul would return, perhaps in another body, in another place, at another time. And he would wait for her, until he drew his last breath, until the world stopped turning…-quote from the movie “Pan’s Labyrinth”

 

 

some sort of tale…

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It has been a crazy roller-coaster kind of month so far but ….happily stitching away…

 Inbetween the stitching I’ve been planning for my upcoming solo in 2016, had a encouraging studio visit and made some time to play!

oh and

I learned a new word a couple of days ago: Cosplay:

Cosplay (コスプレ,kosupure?), a portmanteau of the words costume play, is a performance art in which participants called cosplayers wear costumes and fashion accessories to represent a specific character or idea. Cosplayers often interact to create a subculture and a broader use of the term “cosplay” applies to any costumed role-playing in venues apart from the stage.

 Cosplay costumes vary greatly and can range from simple themed clothing to highly detailed costumes. It is generally considered different from Halloween and Mardi Gras costume wear, as the intention is to replicate a specific character, rather than to reflect the culture and symbolism of a holiday event. As such, when in costume, some cosplayers often seek to adopt the affect, mannerisms, and body language of the characters they portray (with “out of character” breaks). The characters chosen to be cosplayed may be sourced from any movie, TV series, book, comic book, video game, or music band anime and manga characters. Some cosplayers even choose to cosplay an original character of their own design or a fusion of different genres (e.g. a steampunk version of a character). (from Wikipedia)

Interesting!

anyway…..here goes my version of ‘Goldilocks”:

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A great while ago when the world was full of wonders, there lived a woman in a town known as the Bay of the Sleeping Beauty. We called her :

Goldilocks, for she loved the colour gold (not really)  and she’s always trying to unlock mysteries.

 

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One sunny day she went in search for her heart

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but found nothing …

until one day

found heart

she found it

bury heart

but did not want anyone to see it …

so she buried it

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and turned into a….sand angel

goodnight

Okay so I admit….its kind of silly and corny, but it was fun anyway…we took random photos and later while I was looking through them I tried to make up a story….

How do you play?

reminder: PLAY

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The group exhibition PLAY opened last weekend, and will run until December…

My work called "I dare you" for the group exhibition PLAY at Nirox sculpture park.

My work called “I dare you” for the group exhibition PLAY at Nirox sculpture park.

Thank you Carla Crafford for this photo above of my work at the actual location: Nirox sculpture park.

this photo was also taken on site, but this time the photographer was Alex Hamilton

this photo was also taken on site, but this time the photographer was Alex Hamilton

and here is a small selection of other work at this exhibition curated by Jayne Crawshay-Hall, Isabel Mertz and Maaike Bakker:

work by the artist called Ant E Lope - photo by Alex Hamilton

work by the artist called Ant E Lope – photo by Alex Hamilton

work by Grodon Froud. Photo by Alex Hamilton

work by Grodon Froud. Photo by Alex Hamilton

work by Wilma Cruise. Photo by Carla Crafford

work by Wilma Cruise. Photo by Carla Crafford