Colour fix ** might cause migraines **

Firstly I want to say thank you to those of you who took the time to comment on my previous post! It’s so nice to know who you are, and that the blog is still something that you enjoy - I sure do; posting here and reading other blogs is such a nice way to have a little break from the everyday. So, without further ado, here’s today’s post.

Back in January I went down to the Hayward Gallery to see the Bridget Riley exhibition before it ended. Even though I’ve been to an exhibition of hers before, it’s always nice to be able to revisit an artist’s work, as there’ll always be stuff that one hasn’t seen before, and over the years you appreciate different things, as well as maybe see things differently.

I would’ve liked to have brought Mr Famapa with me, but stuff like this triggers off a migraine for him in seconds. It’s crazy to think that someone (Riley or maybe one of her many assistants) painted these squiggly lines by hand. I wonder if they got migraines from it?

This was my favourite section, displaying the sketches before they were made into big paintings.

This “sketch” had little handwritten notes about what colours should go where, which is fascinating, as to the eye it all looks so random. It’s clearly anything but.

These drawings were from her days at art school. It’s mind blowing to see how far an artist can move away from the basics, knowing that they all more or less start from the same point - drawing.

I liked this lady’s colourful jumper, I wonder if she picked it specifically for the day?

This one moved as you walked along it - like waves, of course. I was convinced I’d leave the exhibition with a headache, but I didn’t. Found this old documentary on YouTube, but I haven’t had a chance to watch the whole thing yet, looks very interesting though, and I do love me an old 70’-80’s doc (especially the slow pace and how un-slick they are!)

P.S. I hope you liked this one Tess ;)

Last week's camera walk

Looking down, walking from Holborn tube station towards Somerset House. I’m trying to get out at least once a week with my camera, and I always start with an exhibition, as it’s a sure way to get me out of the house.

In one of the big majestic stairwells in Somerset House. I went to see the 24/7 A wake up call for our non stop world exhibition, which was interesting. In a nut shell: “With every moment seemingly an opportunity to connect and work, unrelenting pressure to produce and consume, sleep itself monitored and commodified, how we cope is one of the most urgent contemporary issues affecting us all.” I didn't take any pictures in there, I just wanted to give it my full attention, and take it all in.

Waterloo Bridge from underneath.

Personally I’d be waiting in the sun, but each to their own.

Looking down on the Thames. Wondered what the water temperature would feel like compared to the pond. You’d drown if you tried to swim here though, as the river currents are so strong. And let’s not even think of how polluted it is.

Flapper.

Flutter.

This feels like too much of an ask, but I’m curious, who’s reading this blog? I have no idea who you are, and it would be so nice to hear a bit about you (all three of you - haha). Who are you, where are you, and is there anything you’d like to see more of here? Hope you have a great weekend!

Suffolk windows

It’s funny, back in the days when I used to post on Instagram, I seemed to be taking pictures of windows more often, and now it feels like I hardly ever do. Shame on me.

Escape from the city

Back in October, me and the Oomster (sadly Mr Famapa couldn’t make it) drove up to Suffolk for a weekend away at our friends SA and Y’s new place. They’ve been dreaming about getting a little spot away from the city for ages, and finally last year it all fell into place. In no time whatsoever, SA fitted out the whole house (she’s an interior designer by trade, so no wonder), and I was all heart eyes, both inside the house and in the garden. We spent a couple of nights there, eating like kings, playing games and walking in the surrounding fields, saying hello to the occasional horse. I can’t wait to go back once the weather warms up, for as much as I love our pocket of London, getting away from it every now and again is a real treat.