Friday, 21 December 2012

Sweet sixteen

She turned sixteen today and it felt to her like she'd waited forever for this milestone to come around. 
Once upon a time these had been her shoes ...


Today there were retro Doc Martens and lethally-spiked lace-up boots with dizzying heels to pull on just as soon as she'd blown out her candles.


There was chocolate cake for breakfast - why not when it's your birthday - and later on a trip to Kings Cross-St Pancras station to pick up her sister ...


... barely finished with exams and arriving just in time to celebrate with dinner out.


Happy birthday, Bella!


May your shoes take you to beautiful and exciting places and your year be shiny and bright. 
xxxxxxx


Monday, 17 December 2012

Gifted

Edinburgh's reputation as a major centre of culture is well known. It is UNESCO's first City of Literature, home to the world's largest book festival and performing arts festival, with more listed buildings than anywhere in Britain. 


Left, statue of the poet Robert Fergusson – said to have been an important influence on Rabbie Burns - outside Canongate Kirk. (If he looks awfully young, it's because the poor thing died at just 24). Right, The People's Story Museum on Canongate.

As a historical centre of the Enlightenment, it was nicknamed 'Athens of the North'. Did you know that five of Britain's seven ancient universities are in Scotland?

The library of New College, Edinburgh University's school of Divinity, where John Knox pontificates in the quadrangle


Here at the Scottish Poetry Library is an exhibition illustrating the story of an amazing tribute by one artist to all those who keep these cultural institutions alive …



In the course of 2011, a series of intricate and beautiful paper sculptures were discovered in various Edinburgh museums and libraries, left there as gifts by an anonymous artist ….



The first, found one day in March on the desk of the Scottish Poetry Library, is the poetree (above). Like the others it is made out of the pages of a book and dedicated to the "support of libraries, books, words, ideas".

The poetree was mounted on a book and accompanied by a gilded paper egg with a poem lining, and a tag addressed to @byleaveswelive, the library's Twitter account.

Three months later the National Library of Scotland found themselves gifted with a similar sculpture, a gramaphone and a coffin (not shown below), sculpted from a copy of Ian Rankin's Exit Music ...


More sculptures gradually appeared ... this teacup (below) was found on a signing table at the Edinburgh Book Festival.  It includes a teabag filled with cut out letters,  The cup on the top has a swirl of words which read ” Nothing beats a nice cup of tea (or coffee) and a really good BOOK”, and on a ‘tray’ next to an intricate cupcake “except maybe a cake as well”.


And so they continued ... this delicate dragon nesting on paper leaves was found on a window-sill in the Scottish Storytelling Centre ...


... and this, dedicated to UNESCO Edinburgh City of Literature, titled "LOST (albeit in a good book)", sculpted from a copy of James Hogg's Private Memoirs and Confessions of a Justified Sinner


Staff at the Writer's Museum discovered this street scene under a silvery moon, crafted in the opened-out spine of a copy of Ian Rankin's Hide and Seek


and one of my favourites - a pair of paper gloves made in the texture of a bee ...


... accompanied by a cap made of a wing of tiny feathers ...


As the mystery deepened with each of the ten sculptures that gradually appeared, so has curiosity about the identity of the artist. All that is known to date is that she is a woman. With the announcement of this exhibition of her sculptures in the Scottish Poetry Library, she contributed via an anonymous email address her thoughts and motives, explaining that at the heart of the project is 


"a woman, who had been a girl, whose life would have been less rich had she been unable to wander freely into libraries, art galleries and museums. A woman who, now all grown, still wants access to these places and yes, wants them for her children ..."

You can read more about the mystery sculptures here and find the book Gifted here.

All photos my own. 

Tuesday, 11 December 2012

Christmas Angels & Bagpipes

In Edinburgh last week, for a spot of quality time and Christmas shopping with daughter the elder, I found that all was quite wonderfully Christmassy.


The Dome on George Street, where daughter and I must indulge an annual tradition of Christmas drinks in extravagantly festive surroundings. 


The city's heart  -  the area between medieval Old Town and Georgian New Town, overlooked by the Castle - is transformed at this time of year into a winter wonderland of lights ...


The gardens become a sparkly ice-rink, over which the redoubtable Bank of Scotland looms with its splendid green and gold dome ...



a giant ferris wheel is a splash of whirling colour against the sombre dark spire of the Scott Monument





and a sprawling German Christmas market pops up in front of the National Gallery, enticing with smells of dried oranges, cinnamon and spices, gluhwein, wurst und bretzels



On a freezing clear day, the city skyline at sunset is all deceptive golden warmth


and fairytale spires with frosted icing ... these views from the roof of Edinburgh's Camera Obscura where, in a turret, we crowded into a tiny blackened room to sit around a pale circle of light, as at a seance, and spy on the city through a 19th century camera in a tower ...


By night the High Kirk glows atmospherically in lantern light ...



With a bitter, icy wind whipping in from the Firth of Forth via the North Sea, the name of the game was to hop from one warm, friendly interior to the next: and so it was breakfast at Eteaket on Frederick Street ...


old-fashioned afternoon tea at Jenners, Scotland's oldest department store, here with giant Christmas tree in its grand hall


drinks in the cosy, antlered Whiski rooms on the Mound ...


and in between, art galleries and the Poets Library (about which more in another post)



until it was time to leave (with bulging suitcase) my Scottish lass



in the city of  frozen angels with bagpipes


xxxxx

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