sexta-feira, 25 de abril de 2008

absolutely beautiful things: Happy Weekend!!

absolutely beautiful things: Happy Weekend!!

Chic and Beauty











Here are a few photos from a couple of blogs, for me they show the real beauty and good access to information that the internet offers. If any one is wanting some trully inspirational ideas for their house these three sites will direct you and give you another list of contacts a mile long. Happy hunting.
http://thepeakofchic.blogspot.com
http://absolutelybeautifulthings.blogspot.com/
http://architectdesign.blogspot.com/

The Automata / Automaton Blog: Huge Automaton Clock Sculpture @ London Zoo

The Automata / Automaton Blog: Huge Automaton Clock Sculpture @ London Zoo

Kinetic works and Gunpwder Tea


















Campbell I have resolved the name , Tim Hunkin, he is someone I have almost met but not found time. Andrew Saunders was Jocelyn Herbert's assistant on the film of Ned Kelly with Mick Jagger, I worked with him in the theatre and the Pink Floyd job, he was a good friend of Tim Hunkin and often said that Tim and I should meet up for a chat as we clearly had a lot in common but time never worked in my favour. Stuart
http://www.dugnorth.com/blog/2008/04/huge-automaton-clock-sculpture-at.html

Tim Hunkin (born 1950) is an English engineer, cartoonist, writer, and artist living in Suffolk, England. He is best known for creating the Channel Four television series The Secret Life of Machines, in which he explains the workings and history of various household devices. He has also created museum exhibits for institutions across the UK, and designed numerous public engineering works, chiefly for entertainment.

He graduated in engineering from Gonville and Caius College, Cambridge.

Hunkin's works are distinctive, often recognisable by his unique style of papier-mâché sculpture (made from unpainted newsprint), his pen and ink cartoons, and his offbeat sense of humour.

I have no photos of this time in London, one crazy time from the work point of view with myself and Jacky vertually not meeting or meeting for breakfast, I coming into the house when she was leaving for work at Tower Bridge. Andrew, I remember being the only friend for whom I actually 'yoghurt sat', he was a vegetarian with a passion for the one yoghurt culture that he had, it made life difficult for him when he was away from home so he would get someone to stay there and look after the culture. A simple routine but necessary for Andrew to go away stress free. Andrew was a lovely person and so considerate, he must have been a good assitant to Jocelyn.
I remember us three sitting in a bar and chatting about the exploits of the two of them in Australia whilst filming 'Ned Kelly' with Mick Jagger ( I tried to get a friend, Peter Price,who worked on the Stones tours to get me a job with them for fit ups but Peter in truth was a complete lunatic and never did try, he often stood in the workshop with hands above his head and swayed to the music of Slade) Jocelyn always had her hair cut short and had almost no breasts, Andrew had very long hair and was a pretty man, the result was that when they where travelling around looking for set locations in Australia the locals assumed he was female and she was male, thus Jocelyn could go into the pub for a drink and Andrew at to stay outside, totally male dominated country. The other story was about the houses in the out back there, they were built of wood and the small towns were just like the American Westerns but unlike the films the inside walls of the houses were covered with old newspapers as wallpaper and to stop the wind and sand entering through the gaps.
Another friend of mine who I first met in Exeter at the Northcott Theatre, was the choreographer David Toguri he had worked with the dance group, Pan's People', I think thats correct, when they produced dance for the TV show 'Top of the Pops' during the 1960's and had a drop in role(literaly) in Mick Jaggers 1970 (made in 1968) film 'Performance'. David introduced me to gun power tea and the Japanese style of furniture.

TEA and the worlds healthiest drink.
One of the most popular beverages worldwide, Chinese teas is generally divided into basically two tea groups namely the basic tea groups and the reprocessed tea groups. The ingredients in the basic tea type are only the fresh tea leaves from the Camellia Sinensis tea plant. Depending on the type of processing method, there exists six different tea types namely white tea, yellow tea, green tea, oolong tea, black tea, and dark tea. Teas of the reprocessed tea group are made from any of the basic teas and then other materials are added. Such teas can be classified as fruit teas, health tea, extracted tea, and compressed tea, spiced tea, and scented tea. Some of the most popular Chinese teas include Peony Tea, Silver Tip White Tea, Gun power Green Tea, Sencha Green Tea, Ti Kuan Yin Tea Yellow, Lapsang Souchang Black Tea, Jasmine Pearl Tea, Ginseng Oolong Tea, and many more teas.

Gunpowder tea (; pinyin: zhū chá) is a form of green Chinese tea produced in Zhejiang Province of China in which each leaf has been rolled into a small round pellet. It is believed to take its English name from the fact that the tea resembles gunpowder pellets used for cannons (see Etymology). This rolling method of shaping tea is most often applied either to dried green tea (the most commonly encountered variety outside China) or Oolong tea.

Gunpowder tea production dates back to the Tang Dynasty (618–907) but it was first introduced to Taiwan in the 1800s. Although the individual leaves were formerly rolled by hand, today most gunpowder tea is rolled by machines (though the highest grades are still rolled by hand). Rolling tea leaves into gunpowder tea renders the leaves less susceptible to physical damage and allows them to retain more of their flavor and aroma. In addition, it allows certain types of oolong teas to be aged for decades if they are cared for by being occasionally roasted.

When buying gunpowder tea it is important to look for shiny pellets, which indicate that the tea is relatively fresh.

When sold as a variety of tea, Gunpowder tea has several varieties:

  • Pingshui Gunpowder (平水珠茶) : The original and most common variety of Gunpowder tea with larger pearls, better color, and a more aromatic infusion, which is commonly sold as Temple of Heaven Gunpowder or Pinhead Gunpowder, the former, a common brand of this tea variety[1].
  • Formosa Gunpowder : A Gunpowder style tea grown in Taiwan near Keelung, it is claimed to have its own characteristic aroma, different from that of Zhejiang Province Gunpowder grown in mainland China. Formosa gunpowder teas are typically fresh or roasted oolongs.
  • Ceylon Gunpowder : A Gunpowder variant grown in Sri Lanka, usually at altitudes exceeding 6,000 feet, see Green Ceylon teas.
Several types of green teas are commonly rolled into "gunpowder" form, including Chunmee, Tieguanyin, Huang Guanyin, and Dong Ding, as well as many other oolong and higher-end jasmine teas.

In Chinese, gunpowder tea is called zhū chá (; literally "pearl tea" or "bead tea"; not to be confused with boba tea).

The origin of the English term may come from the Mandarin Chinese term gāng paò dè (), simply meaning "freshly brewed," which sounds like the English word "gunpowder." More likely, however, the English name derives from the tea's similarity in appearance to actual gunpowder: greyish, dark pellets of irregular shape used as explosive propellant for early guns. The name may also have arisen from the fact that the grey-green leaf is tightly rolled into a tiny pellet and "explodes" into a long leaf upon being steeped in hot water. Another explanation is that the tea also can have a smoky flavor

quinta-feira, 24 de abril de 2008

Monkton House, Edinburgh








Michael & Zoe Bennett-Levy have now put Monkton House up for sale and my time there is shortly coming to an end, they have I am sure only good memories of their stay and will be passing on their history as well as the history of the haouse. The history of the origional owners and builders and the following few hundred years of inhabitants at monkton have somehow left nothing more than the marks on the walls and their styles of building. This new age of technology will leave folks more of an idea of the transformation that as taken place there and the character of those that have lived and enjoyed their stay or even those that have just visited for 10 minutes. It always pleases Michael when he looks at the faces of visitors and sees their disbelief at what their eyes are telling them. This is not just the house but the style of the owners, somewhat relaxed and yet bazaar. It is possibly the previous owner that really set the style and then Michael and Zoe have lightened it and put an art factor into the mixture. The house is a snip at the price and I hope that it will get the advertising that it deserves. For my part here is the estate agents site http://www.primelocation.com/uk-property-for-sale/details/id/RETT_EDI070733

Here are some photos of the restorstion work that I have done for Michael and also two of the bathrooms that I have completed there, the before and after shots remind me how the children complained that we were destroying memories of their chilchood but when you look at the before I am sure it is better looking at the after.









Edinburgh to Mimmi's and back.















Here are some photos that are really to go with the previous article. I travelled from edinburgh to Rome, spent a few days there and caught the train to Terentola, met Campbell and Muriel at the station and we then travelled in their car, they having driven from Edinburgh the previous week and well acquainted with some places for us to eat. The photos show that whilst in Assisi it poured with rain and proves that I do not always have sunny holidays. The region is awash with culture and good food restaurants so even if it rains it is possible to be entertained. I guess that the whole of Britain as now visited the whole of Tuscany but this bit further probably as its secrets. The Mona is my unfinished copy and the painting of Campbell is also unfinished, this is quite normal for me I am constantly trying to discover a style and therefore paintings sit here and get repainted, by the way I hope that you like my photos because I feel I have an eye for landscapes but probably need to learn more about the technical side to get them more moody.

Campbell & Muriel Mars and Mimmi's
























B.C. 217, the Romans made great preparations to oppose their formidable enemy. Two new armies were levied. One was posted at Arretium, under the command of the consul Flaminius, and the other at Ariminum, under the consul Servilius. Hannibal determined to attack Flaminius first. In his march southward through the swamps of the basin of the Arnus, his army suffered greatly, and he himself lost the sight of one eye. After resting his troops for a short time in the neighbourhood of Faesulae, he marched past Arretium, ravaging the country as he went, with the view of drawing on Flaminius to a battle. Flaminius, who appears to have been a rash, headstrong man, hastily followed Hannibal; and, being attacked in the basin of Lake Trasimenus, was completely defeated by the Carthaginians, who were posted on the mountains which encircle the valley. Three or four days afterwards, Hannibal cut off a detachment of Roman cavalry, amounting to 4000 men, which had been sent by Servilius to assist his colleague. Hannible appears to have entertained hopes of overthrowing the Roman dominion, and to have expected that the other States of Italy would take up arms against Rome, in order to recover their independence.
Sanguineto is one town whose name speaks of the battles that where fought, over 16,000 lost their lives. This is near Lago trasimeno, the fourth largest lake in Italy and very much like an inland sea. I arranged to meet Campbell and Muriel near the lake in 1998 since I was going to Rome and it seemed simple enough to get a train to Terentola. Campbell remarked that I was like the gunslinger as I left the train at Terentola, I was in the last carriage and all that he first saw was the silhouette of a person standing at the very end of the line, he walked towards me and said I was 10 minutes late.
Here is Campbels notes from his diary.............Hi Stuart

I've checked my diary for 1998. We picked you up from Roma trip at the station in Terontola on Sat 12th September and drove up to Cortona for lunch. Bought beautiful little holly wooden bowl 70000 lira. On Sunday 13th we went to Perugia for lunch. Had pizzas in cellar restaurant then we went Assisi very heavy rain. Asssi was covered in scaffolding following the eartquakes we still managed to get into the Duomo but not into main building. On Monday we went to Bagni Vignoli bathed feet in sulphur water (thats your painting of me) Then we went to Pietra had a good lunch of bruschetta and pasta in a local trattoria. In the afternoon we went to Montepulciano. At night we had booked into Mimmi's and when we sat down we were advised by Americans sitting next to us that pasta goes very quickly. The meal started at 8.00pm 1st course Pasta (bon ties)

2nd course Canneloni (wonderful)

3rd course Lasagne (wow!)

4th course Veal, pork, turkey and green beans and french beans.

5th course Mixed salad

6th course 4th course repeated!!

7th course Timaslu

8th course Dolci - trifle

followed by coffee

1.5litres wine 1litre water

cost each 30000 lira (£10.50!!)

We all ended up in the kitchen after to thank Mimmi and her staff.

Tuesday 15th We went to Arezzo spent a lovely day admiring the frescos in Basilica San Francesco and the Duomo. A very good lunch of bruschetta, pasta and dolci and wine. 33000 lira each.

Stuart left on the 5.35 back to Roma

see attatched painting of our holiday house, Bagno Vignoli and Castello Pierli

www.tuscanydimimmi,it;8080/en/Mimmi-eng/guestBook,html

Warres Port and Mohamed Ali








Michael Warre. 1922 to 1987. educated at eton college.
Reach for the Sky. 1956 alongside Kenneth More.
henry V. 1944 alongside Laurence Oliver.

The scenes with Laurence Oliver are perhaps the most memorable of all film clips and surely need no introduction.
One of the many inspirational true stories told about WWII, this is the story of Douglas Bader, an undauntable character who was involved in an accident which cost him both of his legs. Despite this, he became a WWII squadron commander and was a hero during the Battle of Britain. Shot down over France and held prisoner by the Germans, he still survived and returned to England leading 3,000 planes over London in a victory flight.
This as reminded me of my grandfather and his exploits during the first world war, he worked at the Rail Carriage Works and when the first world war needed aircraft the works provided Sopwith Pups and Sopwith Camels. My brothers and I have always had a fascination for flight because of the family connection, grandad kept the tip of a Sopwith's propeller and turned it into a portrait frame for a photo of my grandmother. Graham, malcolm and I would spend ages drawing designs for a small light aircraft and a auto-giro, we so wished to construct a flying machine, the film 'Those Magnificant men in their Flying machines' was all that we dreamed and when possible we would travel to the Shuttleworth Trust to see the old bi planes flying for real. The thrill was unmatchable, totally exhillarating, that could not be said for Grahams love of old vintage cars, Lee Francis was a special one of his loves. When he wished to go to a rally he would require us to go and stand holding flags in the cold wind, we were required to raise the flag in order to show if a car had crossed an imaginary barrier. Graham being 12 years older than myself very much had my grandfathers influence when he was young and it was not until I was about 11 years old that I got the true delight of my grandfather helping me with woodwork, not a natural teacher but one with a lot of patience. My nan was to help me with the piano.


Warre's is widely regarded to be the oldest of the British Firms shipping Port, with records dating back to the 1670's. John Clark is the oldest known member of the company, later followed by Thornton, and finally being joined by William Warre in 1729. Before Mr. Warre came on board, the company had been steadily growing as the demand for Port became greater after the Methuen Treaty was signed in 1703. This treaty confirmed that England would defend Portugal in the war of Spanish succession. In exchange for preferential treatment for English textiles, it was agreed that the duty on Portuguese wines would be a third less than that levied on France.

William Warre, a new resident to Oporto in the same year of 1729, had been born in 1706 at Fort St. George in Madras in India. He became a partner in the Port company and from then on it was known as known as "Messrs Clarke, Thornton and Warre". Mr. Warre was the first British national to acquire land in Vila Nova da Gaia, across the river from Oporto, which is where the heart of the shipping business was to be established (and which today, wine lovers can visit the beautiful historic lodges). Warre married Elisabteh Whitehead, the sister of John Whiehead, architect of the famed Factory House and the Consul in Oporto.

When first arriving in london I worked with Terry Murphy and several other friends, we painted scenery, built scenery and set up scenery, often getting extra cash by helping as stage hand or simply loading and unloading sets from the lorry. During this time I came friendly with a very young chap that arrived to find work and experience, Jason Warre was the son of Michael Warre, child star actor and film actor of great note. I remember on October 30, 1974 going to Jason's house in London for supper and the whole family, with Michael Warre, sat around the television and we whatched the 'Rumble in the Jungle'. I must confess that I have in the past been keen on boxing and it now seems strange to think back and know that I would religiously whatch the great boxing events, remembering on the 18 June 1963 the second that Henry Cooper's punch landed and we all thought that he was about to pull off a miracle.

Principal Grape Varieties

Tinta Roriz….Iberia's premium winegrape. The fruit gives medium to high sugar production although acidity can be on the low side. Tinta Roriz reaches its full potential at a high degree of maturity, delivering deep, intense wines with an aromatic profile consisting of mulberry, blackberry, black cherry and jam. The nose is often aromatic, reminiscent of rockrose and spices. The thick tannins which stabilise the colour and impart a fine astringency mean that wines made from Roriz withstand long ageing in wood or bottle without losing their structure. Since these tannins also protect against oxidation, the wines retain a reddish hue even when quite old.Touriga Nacional

Touriga Nacional is widely considered to be the finest of the Port grapes. The wines it produces are usually intensely aromatic with an impressive depth of fruit and complexity. Black fruits such as cassis, mulberry and raspberry predominate and are complemented by the resinous aromas of violets and rockrose. High tannin levels and good natural acidity mean that the wines have an excellent potential for ageing without loss of structure or balance.

Touriga Franca (was Touriga Francesa\)….The wine made from Touriga Franca is robust and rich in colour and structure. To realise its full potential, the fruit demands to be grown in hot and dry conditions, and it is no coincidence that the great Vintages are usually declared in years that favour the ripening of Touriga Franca. It has particularly lifted, exotic floral aromas which add an essential complexity to Port blends, as well as intense red fruit flavours, rockrose, and sometimes blackberries.

Tinta Barroca….Tinta Barroca is an excellent all-round performer, with impressive Baumés virtually guaranteed in any year. Whilst it appears to be an early ripening variety, in fact the high sugar levels which it reaches early on are actually due to a concentration effect caused by dehydration through the thin skin of the berries. The wines are noted for their strength, elegant aromas and long finish. Whilst the colour of Tinta Barroca wines is not especially intense, it has a low tendency for oxidation and therefore lasts well with ageing.

Tinta Cã…..A low yielding, hardy variety valued for its delicate contribution to the wines' palate and its potential for long ageing. Whilst it has less colour and structure than some of the other varieties, it is sweet, floral and fruity on the plate, with an aromatic and elegant profile. Riper fruit contributes fresh spicy and peppery notes.

Tinta Amarela….Although it can be a difficult variety to grow from a viticultural point of view due to its sensitivity to disease, Tinta Amarela is traditionally popular on account of its high yields. It is appreciated for the fragrant, scented wines with excellent acid balance that it yields

quarta-feira, 23 de abril de 2008

Flowers for Angels




































With lots of photos of Britain and France figuring large in this blog I would like to show off the striking life and countryside of my new country. There is much that is similar and I guess a lot of the difference can be put down to the climate but that is changing here in Brazil as well. The increase in rain in the South and the more severe winters there must make the south of England seem quite tropical. Here in the North of Brazil it is slow to change and thankfully so. I mentioned in a previous blog about the small monkeys that were around the house when I first arrived, well they are still here, they are the type that seen above, also the memories of dragon flies hovering over the water on the lakes at the back of my mothers house are kept alive here too as they hover over the swimming pool and dip the tales into the water (the name here is libélula).

Back to Ireland and Strangford Lough










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My workshop in New Street, Edinburgh was a meagre 5 mts x 6 mts and with all the bits and pieces needed to run a furniture making & restoring business it had very little room for an assistant. I often got phone calls from young people wanting to learn a trade but it was always too worrying for me to have an inexperienced youngster near machines that can remove fingers and arms in the blink of an eye, eyes too. however I have helped several more mature students refine their skils and then move on to better things. John came to me wanting to get tuition so that he could work as a self employed furniture designer and maker, he was skilled and above all patient and tidy but extremely slow at his work. He worked with me on new furniture since the art of restoration is something that really requires time and experience. One day I decided that we needed to have a rethink about the work I was giving him and my feeling that in actual fact it was better for me to work alone, however I gave him a possible alternative which was for him to finish a blanket box that he had been working on for 6 months and take it around all the large stores in Edinburgh, he was to try and get orders for the box and any other designs that he could come up with. several days later he arrived back with an order for the shop called 'The Great American Indoors and Pine Country' the owner being the son of the late Brian Faulkner, late prime minister of Northern Ireland. Mike Faulkner is a very articulate and quietly spoken man which may well have come from his profession as a solicitor. I have no idea why he gave up the day job and decided on the risky venture of furniture making and even more risky, that of designing and making your furniture to sell direct to the public.
Still he made the move and when I first met him he was being very successful, new ranges and the added chic of hand made, kept the turn over rising and he was able to fax orders to me almost every day. The shop that he had was rented, large but with no off street parking and this I felt was a major problem if you wish to sell more you need to have a lot of people just entering and viewing without buying anything, promotion is in the person viewing the quality and not solely in the price, Mike as commented on the fact that he thought he had over priced his market but I feel that he needed to relocate, a more costly idea than the one of printing brochures.
Sadly the business of Pine Country sank and even his attempts at internet sales could not refloat the vessel. He sold his house and what ever he had tied up in the business and returned to his native Ireland, a land that is truely green and beautiful and with people that have a happy disposition.
I have written recently to Mike and his wife, since finding that he has written a book about his move back to Ireland and Strangford Lough in particular, but have not as yet received a reply. Please click on to his site because it is one gentle trip on the waters of the Lough and viewing the richness of its habitat.

Happy days













I do realise that my writing tends to go on and on, so this is a short reflection. I have had some interesting times with actors and actresses due to my job of making props and special effects for theatres. Do any of you remember the late night television series that had has its theme a bellydancing lady engulfed in flames and a haunting music? well Peter Cook had a TV special in which he took the mick out of other programmes and I worked on one of these specials for Granada TV making a large rose which blossomed to reveal Peter inside, dancing girls spun and descended curved staircases and Beryl Read was flown over the top of them dressed in a bumble bee costume, the crazy part of the whole scene was the fact that Beryl read and Peter Cook drank like fishes, Beryl could down a bottle of cognac and Peter could smoke a full packet of cigaretes in a couple of hours, I do not know how these folks stayed alive. The other moment that sticks firmly in my mind was during the production of Happy days for the Royal Court theatre, I have worked on the same play four times and with Samuel Becket on each occasion. Whilst remembering the names of actors, directors and designers I was reminded of two occasions with Peggy Ashcroft and one with Billy Whitelaw on the set that I and David Lawes made for the show, I also made the special effect of the umbrella smouldering away in the heat to only leave 'Winnie' with the steel frame. I think the first time with this show it was directed by John Dexter or lindsay Anderson but I am not sure, twice with John Hall at the National and then with Sam at the Royal Court, Sam was one hell of a stickler for timing the play and in particular the burning (it at to smoulder without flames) of the umbrella, every night of rehearsals he changed the length of time for the umbrella to show smoke and burn, yes it had to show smoke, no flame and burn to nothing with out dropping any ash on to the bare shoulders of Peggy and Billy. The night of the opening performance with Billy Whitelaw, see photo, I arrived late to the theatre with the new batch of umbrellas and had to then get the umbrella to Billy who was already incased in the set, the route I took was under the set and up between the legs of Billy, not many can tell this tale. The curtain rose whilst I was under her and I had a long wait before being able to retreat to the wings. The umbrella used a battery to ignite the paper covering.
The photo of Sam reminds me of what adelightful person he was and good for a chat at the bar.

Lost vision in Cyprus













The good thing with writing a blog is the recalling of friendships and times spent with friends, not always possible to reflect these moments in written stories or even photos. I feel that I have such good fortune in meeting an amazing cross section of class and education and now is no exception in that the new lady in my life is again Brazilian but very well educated and with an artistic family. Graca's father was born into what I beleive was a poor family and he climbed a ladder of class and social limitations, he married a lady that was from the opposite side of the wealth scale but made his way with self education and hard work, a jazz saxophonist that became major of his town and when his family had grown up he wrote books and gained national recognition as a poet.
It is this that as reminded me of Basil Bunting.
I first met Basil in Sima's house in Corbridge around 1983, Sima was seperated from Basil and did not really enjoy his visits or company, the story is that he was more keen on the young house keeper than Sima but then that was normal for Basil since he had married Sima and brought her to England when she was 15 years old, he clearly liked the ladies young. Sima and Basil had one son, I think is name was Robin but I cannot remember too well.
When I and Jacky moved to Weardale I did very little work for the 9 to 10 months as we learnt self sufficiency and not having a workshop or clients.
One couple that I did do work for, very strange pair that had incredibly bad body odour and a filthy house, created problems for me with a chap that operated a mechanical digger.
The work was to construct a garage on an odd and difficult site, the one side had an dirt road that led to a farm and the other was directly onto an exsisting road, the one to the farm went in a curve and climbed quickly leaving me with the task of digging out and shoring up during periods when the farmer was not using the road. I employed the digger driver to remove the soil quickly and let me put in foundatios, which he did generally well but the bill for the job was meant to be for labour and diesel whilst he was at the site, however he must of decide to drive back to his house evry night and then add the time and fuel costs to my bill. I gave the clients a figure for the work based on one price and the digger came in at twice the amount that I expected. I refused to pay the difference and ended up with a solicitors letter demanding payment so I needed to find a solicitor to handle the case, this I did by using the friend and solicitor of John Arthur in Hexham.
John Halliday worked in Hexham with his partner Robert Lewis and was married to Maria, a teacher and the daughter of Basil Bunting. John and Maria, whilst living in Matfen village, where friends of John and Diane Fowler ( John was the head designer of publicity for Proctor and Gamble UK and Diane was a primary school teacher) it was at a party in Maria's house, Matfen, just before the first Christmas we spent in Weardale, that we met the Hallidays and the Fowlers for the first time. Maria at that time was a small pudgy lady with a grand sense of humour and lots of fiz but did not strike one as being attractive. A few years later the four of them jointly bought a large house on the edge of Corbridge and Sima bought aplot of land to the side of them. I ended up doing a lot of work for the Hallidays, Fowlers and Sima Bunting and became very good friends to the all, this was why I got to know Basil.
Some years later after the death of Basil Bunting, his son, who was at that time a teacher in London, bought a ramshakled property on the island of Cyprus, some 25 kilometres North of Pathos but had no idea at all about building construction so his mother asked me to go to Cyprus for two weeks to help. The idea that she had was for the three of us to go to Cyprus and employ two locals to do labouring and for me to organise and act as technician, with Sima and her son paying the bills, it appeared to be a good idea as I would be free a lot of the time to explore the island, roughly doing one weeks work and one weeks holiday with Sima paying for the flight and the food.
The result was nothing like the offer, firstly the flights were cheap package holiday deals, her son did not arrive during the first week and Sima and I spoke practically no Greek, the labourers did not get hired because Sima did not wish to spend the money and we had no car or accomodation sorted out for when we arrived, although Sima could drive she did not wish to drive from the airport, not so easy when you are without a map, at night and the Cypriot drivers did to not wish to use headlights at night.
The first task was to find lodgings and then food, the following mornings task was to find the house that they had bought and check out the work schedule, at this time I was unaware of the fact that her son was not arriving for another week and Sima had no intention of paying workers.
Sima and I found the little house and made discisions based it seemed on the idea that her son would grow quickly tired of the trip to Cyprus so she would acquire the house, therefore the house was effectively hers and she would decide on the asthetics.
The work was to remove the old roof, conserve any stonework of interest and put on a new roof that would act as an open upper floor for sun bathing with a vista of the sea, the first task was for me to buy tools and materials, sand and cement. Sima and I went into Pathos to find anyone selling what we needed and in fact found lots of places that could provide us with all the basics, it was just a question of the Greek language and the greek etiquette when buying and negotiating a transaction. The principle is easy to understand but the time lost is hard to accept when you have put yourself on an island with a dead line for you to leave, you are required first to meet the complete family and be formaly introduced, then you sit and wait for the sweet tea to arrive, if you speak good Greek it must seem a very short wait for your cuppa but if not it is one awlful y long period of silence. Having made your acquaintance of the family you are allowed to select what you want and order anything to be delivered, pay in cash always gets a smile and a firm hand shake with the certainty of quick delivery.
I tried to make the roof appear from the inside like a traditional roof, where the wooden beams are put in and bamboo is laid on top and over this is placed bamboo leaves with half a metre or more of soil, which will then grow a layer of grass. The first task of removing the old soil was back-breaking with the added insult that the day time stayed at 42 degrees, first trying to throw the hard clay soil into the garden and then letting it all fall into the room below to be cleared later. After putting in the new beams and covering them with bamboo I ordered a lorry of pre-mix concrete with a lorry-pump to throw the concrete, over the top of several houses, onto the new roof. The job of man handling this tube and not being able to see the driver but shout simple Greek instructions to him over the top of neighbours houses, was crazy fun and this was only the start of single handed trying to get 7 cubic metres of concrete level in scortching heat, I managed it, finishing in the almost pitch black of night.
The two weeks shot by and on the Sunday before I was due to return(Wednesday) I was still working on the house and its roof finishing off the edges with stone that lay in the garden. The amount of good stone became difficult to find, whilst lifting stone under an old pig sty I bashed my head on a roof timber, initially knocked to the ground and slightly stunned I continued and completed the roof in the afternoon. Sima returned and asked me if I could help her clear all the soil from the downstairs room, tired but realising that at least this job was in some shade I got to work on the final job of my two week stay, no holiday and no pay.
Whilst I dug the soil in the dark and threw into the brilliant sun shine outside I became aware of the fact that I could see only through one eye, my right eye was completely black, no vision what so ever. Panic and worry of being miles away from any doctor that I felt I could trust, also it was Sunday and no one except the padre in Cyprus worked on a Sunday.

architect design: fretwork

architect design: fretwork
good insight to modern design with a personal quality

terça-feira, 22 de abril de 2008

Basil Bunting and lost vision


































Basil Bunting (1900-1985) is best known for his long poem 'Briggflatts' which has come to be recognised as one of the key texts of British modernism. 'Briggflatts' was the culmination of a lifelong dedication to poetry which began in Bunting's childhood.
He was born into a Quaker family in Scotswood-on-Tyne, Northumberland, a region with a rich oral tradition of ballads and folk songs which were amongst Bunting's earliest encounters with language. He was educated at two Quaker schools, in Yorkshire and Berkshire. Brought up in the movement's tradition of pacifism he was imprisoned for six months as a Conscientious Objector in the First World War. After his release Bunting began a series of wanderings that took him from London, to France, Italy, the Canaries, Persia and the United States, before settling back in his native landscape. Both rooted and nomadic, Bunting's life enacted one of the central concerns of his work: the necessity of leaving home and the desire to return there. Bunting's literary life began in post-war London but the most significant event of this early period was his meeting with Ezra Pound in Paris in 1923. The two became close and Pound acted as a mentor to Bunting, introducing him to fellow progressives, in particular Louis Zukofsky, influencing his poetic ideas and publishing over fifty pages of Bunting's poetry in his 1933 Activist Anthology. Bunting followed Pound to Rapallo, Italy, but returned to England in 1925 on the death of his father. For several years Bunting made his living in London as a music journalist before returning to Italy to work for Pound. In 1929 Bunting married Marian Culver and the following year his first pamphlet was published privately in Milan. It received one review, from Zukofsky, and then disappeared. Despite being ignored by the literary world, Bunting never wavered in his commitment to his writing, developing an inner conviction as to its worth that kept him persevering through personal and financial difficulties. These included divorce in 1940 from his first wife with whom he had had three children. Back in Britain as the Second World War broke out, Bunting enlisted in the RAF and was stationed in Persia as a translator (he knew classical Persian). He grew to love the country, remaining in the British Embassy in Teheran after the war and marrying a Persian, Sima Alladadian, in 1948. In 1950 Bunting's first full-length collection was finally published - in Texas - an indication of his cosmopolitan connections. Bunting might have stayed permanently in Persia but in 1952 was expelled by Mossadeq which prompted a return to his native Northumberland. The 1950s were a lean decade as Bunting eked out a living as a journalist and wrote little. However, by the 1960s a younger generation of poets had begun to seek him out, one of whom, Tom Pickard, was instrumental in encouraging Bunting to write again. In 1965, at the traditional age of retirement, Bunting saw his first major British publications: The Spoils, First Book of Odes, and Loquitur. This revival in interest culminated in the publication of Briggflats in 1966 which finally secured Bunting's reputation: he was awarded an Arts Council Bursary followed by the Northern Arts Poetry Fellowship. In 1978 the first edition of his Collected Poems appeared. Bunting died seven years later in Hexham. "A struggler in the wilderness" for most of his writing life, Bunting is now cherished for his innovative blend of influences: his poems draw on a poetic tradition that stretches back through Wordsworth and Wyatt to Beowulf, but were also influenced by the techniques of high modernism and his experience of other cultures.

This blend is seen vividly in 'Briggflatts', his masterpiece of home-coming. Named after a Quaker meeting house in Cumbria Bunting visited as a schoolboy, the poem is dedicated to Peggy Greenbank, the sister of a school-friend whom Bunting developed a strong attachment to. The poem tells, highly obliquely, the story of this lost early love and of Bunting's Odysseus-like wanderings. 'Briggflatts' embodies Bunting's belief that "poetry is sound" with its symphonic five-part structure and complex patterning of rhythm, rhyme and motif. A vigorous editor of his own work (the original draft was over 2,000 lines) there is nothing arbitrary about the free-verse of 'Briggflatts', each part being meticulously composed. Bunting's emphasis on musicality also informs his reading style - grand, but not affected, he enunciates each word clearly, his rolled 'r's typical of the local accent he grew up with. 'What the Chairman Told Tom' shows his more light-hearted side. Spoken in the pompous tones of a self-made man, it's funny but also has a personal bite - Bunting knew only too well the pressure to "go and find work". It's a testament to his determination that this never put an end to his real calling.

Boasts time mocks cumber Rome. Wren
set up his own monument.
Others watch fells dwindle, think
the sun's fires sink.

Stones indeed sift to sand, oak
blends with saints' bones.
Yet for a little longer here
stone and oak shelter

silence while we ask nothing
but silence. Look how clouds dance
under the wind's wing, and leaves
delight in transience.

segunda-feira, 21 de abril de 2008

Exploring France and the New Monarchy

















There are now more than 600,000 English settlers in France and I guess that must be more than at any time when England ruled over france or shared its monarchy. I beleive that over 60% of the vinyards are also British with 25% being owned by other European nations, can it be that the collapse of this French tradition as lead to the rise in the number of English middle class that seem to now live all over France. When I remarked to Michael that it would be difficult for me to learn French quickly, he simply said that it was almost unecessary as the place was over run by the English, it is the over 50's who have money and want to relive their childhood dreams in a location that matches their memories of Britain in the early 1950's. I guess I have taken the process back to the middle ages with my move to brazil and the William Morris dream of life without guarantied electricity or water, socialism exsists here for the masses but only as excuse to rob each other and claim that it is redistribution of wealth and land. The other day Graca asked me why I had reacted so strongly to the ideas of a commune in Scotland especially when I did not know the people or their beleifs, yet for me the whole concept of life in a commune in Europe is not for support but rather for the blinding of peripheral vision. Why do folks need to have exactly the same opinion as others in order to live a peaceful life?

I have seen many friends over the years gone by try to start a new life in France and sadly fail. I guess that the main reason as been their lack of total intergration, it is like you live a permanent holiday exsistance and the locals sense it. The language and a desire to communicate with your neighbours is the very minimum needed to intergrate, stops misunderstandings and creates friendships.
Michael and Zoe have now started the move to France and I have with them now got one short cut to Europe. Toulouse will be just two flights and not my usual three or four, to Edinburgh, also the time flying will be dramatically cut and the countryside near St Puy, Gers is not so unlike the landscape of Northumberland. Just under two years ago Michael and I travelled to see the La Bergerie before work was to start on its conversion, Michael wished me to have some influence over the plans and Zoe too had given me her wish list, we were to meet up with Messieur Pettit, the builder and Tam the architect, English but living and working in France.
Michael booked and paid for the ferry boat from Rosyth to Zeebrugge which we caught on the Saturday evening, had a nice meal with wine and relaxed as the boat made its over night crossing.
The following morning we chatted over a huge breakfast and started to make our plans for the drive to St Puy, a certain 11 hours drive with us swapping but stopping as little as possible. I never did learn a language at school and only have an idea of French because of frequent visits there when I lived in London, then it was always left up to Jacky as she was taught O level French in school.
Michael and I had an eventful time in France and part of the attraction for Michael was that after 30 years of married life he had not evidently ventured off for more than a couple of days, this was going to be his first all boys trip away. The drive there and back was interesting but not the sort of trip that can be easily portrayed in words and for me the interest lay in St Puy and in the meeting of Michael's friend, Michael Darreau. The photos above show the back of Gisele's hotel/ guest house in St Puy and the church, Michael and I stayed the first two nights there before getting the keys to Michael's council flat above the office of the Maire in st Puy, as seen above.
I have yet to meet Michael's near neighbours, English artists who clearly have very little idea of converting property or have no money to do it properly, Michael Darreau I met whilst I was in France and was impressed greatly by his daughters and a story that he related to us in front of his family as we sat down in the evening for some supper.
Michael Darreau is part French and had for many years lived in Edinburgh, ran a business there selling antiques and specialising in clocks, he sold up his business a few years ago and moved his wife and two daughters to France. I think it may well have been the desire of his daughters and not Michael Darreau to move to France since the girls wished to run a riding school and stables. Michael at taken the opertunity to collect objects before he moved and seems to have some hidden collectables as a pension plan. He is very knowledgeable and as a calm manner that must give reassurance to customers but not possibly to friends. Some years ago before leaving Edinburgh, about 2002, I was asked by a dealer to reconstruct a case for a grandfather clock, the trouble was that he had only a few pieces of what had been an Edinburgh long case from about 1780 and he wished the case to match the clock that he had already in his possesion. The idea of constructing a case for a clock is normal, the origion clock maker never made the case, Edinburgh would have had wheel makers and guilders side by side cabinet makers and glaziers( if you read all my blogs you will come across my comments about the Edinburgh City Council and its motives for ridding the city of artists and artisans) each trade made different parts of a clock and it would have relied on the customers aesthetics, which this day and age as largely been lost, to produce a nice result. I always try to make my customers have involvement in the design but not always want to follow the path they wish to take. Any way the case that I made for Kenny Bruce used old timber and nails of the correct period to eventually give a very good impression of a clock that had been made in the 1780's and he was clearly pleased, although typical Kenny he always moaned about payment. I had forgotten about the clock and never gave it another thought, Michael Bennett-Levy was aware of the clock because I had mentioned Kenny's reluctance to pay something like £600 for the work I had done, the moment that Michael Darreau started to relate a story over one long case clock that had been sold at auction in Edinburgh i could tell that Michael BL and I knew the story from the other side of the fence. This clock left my workshop and Kenny Bruce sold it to another dealer as origional, it then went to auction and in the process lept in value, for some reason the new owner wanted a value and he asked Michael D to give his opinion. Michael D saw the signs of what he reckoned were three old cases put together to make one good case, reallity was that there had been just part of the top. I cannot agree with Kenny Bruce falsifing an antique but it is one hell of a good personel recomendation for my work to know that the best dealers have problems knowing when and what I have repaired.

Proud of Nature and its achievements






















For those that do not know the beauty of Northumberland, its wide valleys and changing moods, I would like to show you that the Romans did not have such an lousy time of it, true enough it is a cold landscape in the winter time and frequently in the past I have had to dig my way out of the house when the snow as been 2 metres thick. The road to Alston has markers to one side that are 3 metres high and painted in red/white stripes like the posts in Venice, I have driven on the snow when only one metre of the posts has been visible and therefore two metres must be under the wheels. When driving in bizzard conditions there I have also experienced the state of white out, the road and sky disappear into whitness and you become disorientaed, like being weightless but not able to see anything outside the ship. Important to stop immediately or you carreer off the road.
In summer it is hot and blissfull, insects buzzing around and the smell of grass, picnics on Hadrians Wall are a delight because the vista in front of you is some panoramic film clip, breath taking and endless. This is even more of a delight if you are working free lance and drive regulary to clients, a calming of the soul and daily reflection of the joy of creation. I am completely without any idea or need for religion but that does not stop me from always being proud of nature and its achievements.

Art of Divorce















There are more than 60 complete kitchens, countless staircases, possibly six conservatories, impossible to remember the number of windows and doors, several roofs for houses and a few for garages, lots of wooden floors, furniture of all shapes/designs, light fittings for the shop in Hexham, restoration of a lot of furniture, constructions in stone as well as my own barn conversion and helping friends conserve their houses, all done in Northhumberland and some in Scotland over the period of 1980 to 1989.
I remember arriving back very late at night whilst at Hillhead Farm, Westerhope, Tyne and Wear, having been working on my barn at Shotleyfield, near Shotleybridge, only to find that the delivery of tiles for the barn had been left piled against the outside wall. I was very tired and hungry, Friday Saturday and the Sunday I would spend the whole time on the barn conversion, very often forgetting to eat or drink anything (although the water of the stream was always there if needed) so when arriving in the house I would be in need of some nutrition. Jacky would have been ready for bed or about to go to bed , so I decided to leave the tiles until the morning. The night brought pouring rain and high winds. On the morning this Saturday I found that the boxs of tiles had become saturated and collapsed, breaking a lot of the tiles and giving me several hours of work tryin to sort them out. I was late for my start on the barn and having finished sorting the tiles I jumped into the Landrover but discovered that someone had tried bashing nails and screws into the ignition in order to start it. The Landrover was diesel and in the cold weather normaly was a problem to start, when I turned my head and looked behind me I saw that the inside had been ransacked. Screws and bolts everywhere and then it dawned on me that my tools had gone, they had taken all that they could hold and to slow me down or in annoyance at not getting the Landrover, had thrown everything else into a pile of bits and pieces which made the job of sorting out broken tiles seem easy by comparison. My neighbour in the gate cottage was not awake when I first battered on his door but when I returned he was up and I recalled my problem. I asked him if he had heard anything during the night but with the high winds he too heard nothing, we chatted and during the conversation I noticed that his car side window was broken and the stearing wheel and column of his car was sitting on the drivers seat, I presume that the thieves used my tools for this operation.
Another time when I arrived at the barn , some 20 miles away from Hillhead, on a Sunday,having worked there the day before, finding that thieves had chiselled away an asp that secured a large padlock, opened the only secure place I had there ( for after my Landrover was broken into and also being tired after a days work on the barn, I started leaving tools at the barn) and stole the cement mixer, stone cutter and hand tools.
I suppose that Jacky had some reason, with me being tied to the job of furniture making and renovating at Hillhead the Monday to the Friday, with the conversion work on the barn Friday to Sunday night and she being in the shop Monday to Saturday afternoon, for her to feel that I was not giving her attention time and love, although in reality I felt nackered every day.
Liz Alston, Jacky's partner in the shop, had just got divorced and was constantly in an emotional state, she started to become more involved with the new shop and therefore irritate Jacky ( I suppose the Problems we had with Barbara must have been something of a constant reminder and alarm for Jacky) for it was fine for Jacky to have Liz on the otherside of the road but not in the same shop, female rivalry seems to have countless types of expression and I have over the years encountered the full range with my friends. Liz had an architect friend called Bruce who also was seperated and had a teenage son, he worked for the council in Newcastle and consequently did very little work as far as I could see and floated around aimlessly. Bruce would call in and see Lizzy and I suppose that this attention then went to Jacky, I have to assume the process of assimilation and ingratiation but reckon he flattered jacky and over time created an impression of one that cares and that he had time for her.
The truth, which Jacky was long in detecting, was that Bruce had a timetable full of similar married woman, however Jacky felt neglected sufficiently to fall for the con and the added prospect of moving to France with Bruce ( he never had intention or courage to move to France or to live with a woman, he only to wished to have sex and the subsequent day see a different lady, always giving him an escape route, the married lady did not need money and would be discreet so she would not be aware of others )
The attentions of Bruce left Jacky in a state of permanent annoyance with me and with me not knowing the reasons for this state of affairs, I so felt the need to finish the barn as fast as possible, the problem was that it was a one man build and finance, as well as finance for the shop which after two years had not made any money, so I decided to do the whole thing in two stages. I finished the first stage within 18 months of getting planning permission and we moved into the barn during 1986. I spent the next year trying to earn money to help with the second stage but lost my thumb and index finger that year in an accident whilst moulding wood for a client job, which I did not get paid for.
The three weeks after the accident left me in an emotional termoil, the problems in my marriage, the stopping temporarily of work on the barn and therefore giving time to reflect, losing two fingers of my right hand and the lack of friendship (Jacky and I lived in the same house but had now started to sleep seperately, her life had very much moved to Hexham) or some one to talk to about my life and its direction. I restarted work on the barn and completed in the following year a lot of the work needed for us to use the second stage, this also gave us more distance and less friction, now meeting in the kitchen and able to use different stairs, with Jacky now having her own work room also meant that she was occupied with work as many hours as I was.
I decided that for me the whole experience needed to be some how erased and for us to start again, I wanted to reduce the work load and also reduce the out goings on the barn conversion and the non profitable shop. The day that I mentioned this to Jacky said no to the idea and that she would prefer to divorce me rather than for her to have the indignaty of us selling the barn and buying somewhere smaller, or two smaller houses for us to live seperately and re start our relationship. It was another year later that I found out that the reason for her wish to divorce was that she had found support and affection with my friend John Arthur. John had seperated from Jenny, an old friend of ours from Exeter days he must have been a good listening post for Jacky and one way and another they found love between them. I during this period started to help Susie with a house that she had bought in Duns, Scotland, she had been living with her ex in Edinburgh, William Gammie( who now is Miss Gammie having had the full opertion for sex change) in some grotty little basement appartment and they had a child there called Joseph. Susie wanted to get distance and decided to move to Duns but had not got enough money to pay for the house and then pay a builder to do the necessary restoration and modernisation, I promised to help sort out the roof, damp course, electrics and put in central heating as long as she paid for the materials.
I completed the barn in the full knowledge that I was doing it only to sell and during this time I moved to Michael Stanley's flat in Newcastle, he too was a friend from Exeter were we worked together at the Northcott Teatre, I continued with theatre work in my move to London but Michael returned to his native Newcastle, with his wife Vicky( Vicky worked in the wardrobe department at the Northcott theatre)and worked in a news agents which his father had bought as an investment. Michael had a small flat in Jesmond and at this time was in a new relationship with Jacky's friend Penny so most of the time the flat was empty. My friend and ex solicitor, John Halliday also had split up with his wife and now lived in Jesmond with the ex wife of his ex partner, they had a friend, Helen Joseph, who lived just a few streets away and from John's perspective was an ideal lady to take away my blues and give me back a sense of identity and self value. Thus began a friendship that did have great value and warmth, it helped me recover form the divorce that came and went, gave me back a lot of self esteem and Helen was also involved in art, she was the curator of jewelry at Shipley Art Gallery, it only lacked my desire to create a relationship and this I was foolishly about to give to Susie.

domingo, 20 de abril de 2008

Parting Company














David Lawes and myself parted company with a disagreement over the amount of VAT he was claiming and the way that he had started to feel that the business was his. I met David for the first time at the Northcott theatre in Exeter were he came to paint a set for Hayden, his pleasant nature and jolly charactor had impressed me and he seemed to be having a hard time to makes end meet, the signs of this where in the manner that he would raid the ash trays to remove old tobacco and re use in rislas. So when I decided to move to London and was working alongside Terry Murphy it occurred to Terry that it would help him and us if we all shared the same space. Terry had got a contract from one of the theatre schools to help the students construct scenery for their shows when necessary. This group had a wharehouse in the London Dock which they shared with the Royal Shakespear company( they using it for storage only), at that time it had just closed with the dock traffic moving to Tilbury, the space was immense with pigeons flying around inside, see the picture with barrels, the summer was fine but the winter saw us all freezing, wrapped up with as many layers that we could put on, working with gloves on and the space heaters, which ran off gas, had to be turned to face the cylinders in order to continue to operate, the frost on these bottles was about half an inch thick so you could whatch the level from its white marker on the outside.
After the split with David i also stopped painting scenery and specialised in scene props and furniture, this also meant that Jacky actually got her husband back at a earlier time and more regular, we could make plans to work at home or even go on holiday, the later was often a weekend trip to Calais or Dieppe, Cherbourg or Le Havre to buy cheese and have a drink, sometimes just aday trip to the super markets in France. Our marriage suddenly became more real and we had more money to spend as David was not able to cream off the VAT . I have no idea what as become of David and his Malasian wife, Billy, he seemed to me to be heading for the same ending as his father, who died young from liver failure. Jacky had lessons from Billy on Chinese cooking, Billy's father had been a chef in China and she did cook very well, for my part I was glad that jacky learnt well and cooked well. Having given up the Job for the ministery, her office was situated to the left of the Tower of London, photo above, she entered into two courses of soft furnishing and upholstery, two and three year courses running one after the other. I think it was my idea in order to help with the furniture side othe the business but was to provide for the future when we settled in Northhumberland and opened a shop jointly with Liz Alston. Liz was selling antiques in Market Street, Hexham and her friend Penny Pearce sold second hand books in the same shop.
I moved from the London dock to Lambeth and then to the Albert Dock and on to Rotherithe where I had inititially the whole of the first floor of an old flour wharehouse. I do not remember how I found the place but rather think it was by accident, I simply travelled along the river trying to locate another workshop.
The area around the Rotherithe tunnel was completly ignored by most businesses since it lacked access and was quite run down, the wharehouse that I found was next to a working lighter repair shop, the neumatic drills and hammers that they used to remove the rust would put off most businesses. It did not put off the potter and his girl friend, who had a 'converted' lighter mored on the river with a gang plank up to the door of the building, precarious if another boat passed as you tried to take the food shopping on board. There was a screen printer and his knitting girlfriend but I cannot remember if others were there at the time I arrived. The main difference that I made was to put in staircases and stud walls, plasterboarding for fire regulations and a rent that was based on the whole area of one floor. The nature of the beast was that with time the socialist attitude of my fellow renters was for us to take in more aspiring and needy artisans, I think at the end we could count twenty odd in the building. There was the potter and his lady, screen printer and knitter, leather worker and a saddle maker, two silver smiths, two fute and bag-pipe makers, harpsicord maker, trumpet repairer, violin and a guitar maker, a reed repairer, shoe maker, another prop maker and myself, a minature furniture maker and I think we had a couple of ladies sewing something or other. I got fed up with the others continually having meetings in order to raise money for other causes in the building and when they wished to install central heating I new that the writing was on the wall and I looked around for another workshop. This was pretty well the time that the theatre started to have financial restrictions and I began to find that shows were getting axed, not just the odd table or gondola but the the complete show so it also made Jacky and myself think of making the move to a rural life style which we had wanted from our Exeter days.
Just before we left Exeter, the Open University had opened and were looking for designers to work in East Anglia or some where I cannot remember, Jacky wanted to take a job with them but it was not going to suite my plans for a move to London so she decided to abandon the idea and go to London with me, I think she must regret that now! The strange thing is that when I married Susie I found that her uncle was Lord Walter Perry and the founder of the Open University, sadly Walter is another of the folks that have died in the last few years.
The significance of the ferry boat is that it operates from Woolwich and was the main crossing for me from South to North, every day and the small glazed tower was the entrance to the footpath tunnel which I also used from time to time.

Weardale











When Jacky and I decided that the theatre and its glory had run dry we looked North for salvation and tried to find a house near Hexham, Northumberland, however the prices were above the £24,750 that we had received for our house in Abbey Wood, London. Time ran out for us and we accepted the holiday ruin that friends, Barbara and Alistair, had bought for their weekend cottage.
Alistair was a doctor in Durham and they had a nice house close to the river in Durham but wanted to have a retreat that was very quiet and allowed the stress of the town to sigh. The problem with their purchase was that it needed practically everything doing to it, no water or sanitation, no cooking facilities, leaking roof, the chimney was collapsing and they had no idea of DIY . I arrived a month in advance at the house, around October 1980, in East Black Dean, Weardale, in order to try and get the basics sorted out and completed before Jacky and I moved our belongings from London. We completed the sale in London and packed all the cats( I think we had 6 with us when we left London) into the car and everything else into a hired van, pushing the folliage of the last potted plant firmly as we closed the door at the rear. The whole process of terminating work in london, losing a secure income and all that along with moving left us stressed to maximum level and continued when we arrived at East Black Dean and saw the snow was falling, clearly we could not get really close to the house. The local coal merchant, Ralph, came to the rescue with his lorry to ferry things the last few yards. The locals obviously thought that city folk are all stupid. Ralph was typical of Weardale residents, they have a small holding and keep everything on it, the idea being the the cattle use the tongue to rip off the long grass, the horses and goats chew the medium length grass and the sheep nibble the rest down to the point when you rotate the beasts allowing one field to be fallow ( medieval technology that I suppose works. Weardale is very high and the valley is narrow, high winds and snow in the winter but the summer brings early sun rise to those that live high in the mountains, on Chrismas day when the snow lay more than a metre deep we could ski in shorts and short sleeves, the sun was so hot.
I think that my hard work on the cottage won round the locals and we started to be accepted almost as heroes, especially when they found out that we were baking bread, making wine, cider and beer, also growing all our own vegatables. At one party we gave for friends they even remarked that the wine was better than any of the cheap plonk that everyone had brought to the party. The sad exception to this idylic life was our hosts, Barbara I think had thought that the house was unliveable in and therefore gayly said that we could staay for 25 years without it being a problem. We did not wish to wait 25 years to buy another house but had hoped that the lack of pressure would mean that we could find the right house at the right price and be first in with an offer. After 8 months in the house Barbara arrive back from her italian holiday in what can only be described as pregnant depression, she arrived at the house one weekend and announced that she was going to stay, she took our belongings out of the cupboards and threw them on the floor in front of us both without any hint of an explaination causing Jacky to initially boil over and then retreat into a depression that focused on us finding an alternative house rapidly. This proved difficult and the whole scenario of beautiful country life went to the dogs, Barbara then moved attention to the garden and removed plants that we had planted. It was a nightmare of grand proportions and it left Jacky and I caught in a state of panic. Jacky wanted me to buy practically anything that came up on the market and I was trying to think of what we could do if nothing was available, one house came up for sale vear Alston but near a refuse tip and miles away from any work or town, she was so eager to buy it that when I agreed with my friend John Arthur that this was not the right area she vertually stopped talking to me, I had let her down for the first time and it was clearly a painful experience. John had reasons too for saying it was not a good choice, he had been left with a huge death duty bill and needed to get his mother out of the family home on the edge of Newcastle and into a conversion that he had done in Corbridge. He suggested to me that he could let me have the house there for a pepper corn rent so that we were not living with Barbara and Alistair and that would appease his mother who was very fond of me and would accept me living at Hill Head Farm, Westerhope. It seemed a good compromise and gave me workshop space as well, so the deal was struck and Jacky and I moved house again, leaving Barbara to her fortune and the Devil.

Marcel Breuer and the Motley Theatre Design Group


In 1936 the Bauhaus architect and designer, Marcel Breuer and the Motley Theatre Design Group collaborated on two projects in London.

This exhibition explores the relationship between the émigré Hungarian architect and the three female theatre designers and the fruits of their collaboration: The Motley Fashion Shop in Garrick Street, and the London Theatre Studio in Islington.

Curated by Sophie Jump and Jane Won

When Marcel met Motley

In 1936 a new kind of theatre school opened in Islington. The London Theatre Studio was the first British drama school to incorporate theatre design and also included the training of directors, stage-managers and lighting designers. The building was adapted for the school by the young Hungarian architect from the Bauhaus, Marcel Breuer. The designers in charge of the theatre design course were three women who practiced under the name of Motley.

The meeting between these important theatre designers and the architect led to a collaboration which went beyond the London Theatre Studio project. When the Motleys ventured into the field of contemporary fashion and decided to open a shop called Motley Couture, they asked Breuer to design the interior of their shop for them.

When Marcel met Motley

Both Breuer and Motley continue to have a huge influence on their respective arts. We are still fascinated and delighted by Breuer’s architecture, and his furniture designs are still available for sale seventy years on. Motley influenced theatre design so fundamentally through both their work and their teaching that it is inconceivable to imagine Britain having such a worldwide reputation for design without them.

Celebrating the seventieth anniversary of their collaboration, this exhibition will seek to illuminate the point in time when the paths of designers of such different backgrounds crossed, and to explore how it came to be that they had so much in common. What was it about both them and their age that created such a lasting legacy?

Bringing together documents and images, some from family archives and unseen by the public before, the exhibition will give new insight into the Modernist zeitgeist of mid 1930’s design.


Sophie Jump

Moving to London
















Jacky was still working for the Northcott Theatyre when I moved to London to find fortune and some work. Whilst I was at the Northcott I had become friendly with David Lawes and Terry Murphy ( a scene carpenter) both from London and both friends of Hayden from his time there under Percy Harris. I caught the train to London and stayed with Terry and his wife Judith, he had a very small house in Merton and I was allocated some space on the sitting room floor next to the telephone so that I would be first to answer the alarm call, however due to some friction in the marriage Judith left for a time and Terry asked me to leave so that he could get Judith to return. My memories of us trying to start the diesel van at something like three in the morning and then driving to collect other friends for us to start work at day break. We were always ahead of the bakers baking the bread. With the prospect of Jacky comming to London to be with me meant that Terry needed me to find alternative accomodation and this Jacky and i found at Reynors Park, near the tube station and the Wimbledon Tennis grounds. I very rarely took the tube but when I did it was a nightmare of a journey reminiscent of being in Tokyo, however Jacky had this pleasure every day of the week for she had procured a job with the ministry, strangely enough with the Naval side of it, creating spreadsheets and other low creative designs so not surprising she left after two years and worked for me. My inital work was with Terry and then David and I linked up as scene painters and hired the scene docks that Brunskill and Loveday had stopped using. I do not have any photos but the images I have posted here are of the area, it was a tall building facing the viaduct and railway arches of Vauxhall, in one of them the trade of barrel making still continued as did the making of horse drawn hearses in the coach builders to the side of us. The inside of the studios were custom made for scene painting, a slot in the floor near the wall and the middle of the room on each floor allowed the counter balanced canvas drop to be raised and lowered but it did mean that you only saw a 3 metre section of the cloth at any one time, so David and I mostly painted with the cloth stretched out on the floor. I still to this day think that David and I were the best scene painters at that time in London, moderising techniques and having a turnover of work that could not be rivalled, no one would wish to work the crazy hours that we worked and it is no small wonder that people in theatre work have difficulty in their relationships.
I have very fond memories of work and marriage from my time in London, the crazy life brought me into contact with so many people ( including work for the Pink Floyd making their inflatable pigs and Cat Stevens making his come back and the great experience of working with Sam Becket on four seperate occasions as well as us having a drink together with friends) it is impossible to imagine how anyone survives the work and here is an obituary to Terry, like so many of my past friends died recently. I had some contact with him whilst I was in edinburgh because I asked him to give my ex assitant a job and he did.


Obituary

Terry Murphy


This article appeared in the Guardian on Tursday February 21 2008 on p37 of the Obituaries section.

Terry Murphy, a master carpenter and scene-builder, who has died of cancer in Italy aged 63, was a key figure at that home of new writing, the Royal Court Theatre, London, from 1965 until the early 1970s. In that period, starting with John Osborne's A Patriot for Me, he built the sets imagined by such prominent designers as Jocelyn Herbert, John Gunter, Hayden Griffin and John Napier and helped define the aesthetic environment for the plays of Edward Bond, David Storey, Christopher Hampton and countless others.

In 1973 he formed his own company, Terry Murphy Scenery, which built sets for the West End - most recently the revival of Evita and the fairytale musical Wicked - as well as for the Royal Opera House, Glyndebourne and countless productions in Europe and the US.

A twinkling scouser from the school of hard knocks, Murphy was a classic enabler of other people's visions, but had a grit and determination that was all his own. For someone with little education, he was a born teacher and encouraged many young designers.

Murphy's father was a window cleaner in the Fairfields area of Liverpool, and he attended the St Sebastian school with his close friend and neighbour Jack Raby, whom he knew from the cradle. They were like Willy Russell's Blood Brothers, without divergent fortunes.

Both left school at the age of 15, both went to work as milkmen at the Co-operative dairy across the road from the school, and both took evening work as stagehands at the Liverpool Empire. When Murphy was appointed master carpenter at the Royal Court, he brought in Raby as his assistant. Raby developed into an electrician and lighting designer.

After a season at Butlins in Skegness, Murphy came to London to live in Soho and work as a stagehand at the Aldwych Theatre, alongside the late lighting designer Andy Phillips, who also graduated to a position of technical responsibility at the Royal Court. He married Judith, a dresser at the theatre, in 1967.

His scene-building company flourished from the moment it was launched, operating first out of an old warehouse in Docklands before moving to the Old Kent Road in 1989. Last June it moved across the road to St James Road.

Murphy, enthused by Raby, was lately a keen fisherman, but also indulged his love of horseriding for many years, playing polo at Ham in west London most Sundays and even training his own stable of six horses. He is survived by Judith, a son and two brothers.

The Motley Theatre Design Course and Jocelyn Herbert

























I think it is fare to say that whilst in London I came in contact with two giants of the theatre world who were the kindest and sweetest ladies and both have sadly passed away. Whilst both were much older than myself their calm manner and clear vision had a major influence on my dealings with people and friends. I adored Jocelyn and am sure that if it had not been that I was very happily married to jacky I would have persued Jocelyn for many years as one does when finding an idol. Percy was a lady that had achieved everything even before I met her, success was the past and she was involved with her school and the occasional re-vamp of her sets at the opera house. Here are two seperate write ups on both ladies.
Motley Theatre Design Course The Motley Theatre Design Course was formerly known as the Sadler's Wells Design Course and the Theatre Design Course of the English National Opera.

In 1966 Stephen Arlen, then Managing Director of Sadler's Wells Opera, and Margaret 'Percy' Harris, at that time resident designer of the company, launched the Design Course based on the approach to design of the Old Vic School where they had both worked under the direction of Michel St. Denis, Glen Byam Shaw and George Devine. The Course started in a small room in a house near Sadler's Wells Theatre with eight students, amongst whom were Hayden Griffin, Carol Lawrence, Susie Caulcutt and Derek Nicholson, all of whom have made a name in the theatre.

In 1969 the school moved to a space at the top of Sadler's Wells Theatre. This was taken over by the Design Course and ran there for a further two years. In 1971 the school then moved to Camperdown House where it remained under the name and sponsorship of the English National Opera until 1981 when the sponsorship was withdrawn.

In September 1981 the Course moved to the Riverside Studios, then under the direction of David Gothard. This move was most advantageous, as the aims and training of the school were very much in line with the Riverside policies, through which the Course developed further ideas and flexibility. When this period came to an end the Course, after some time at the Almeida Theatre and the Royal National Theatre Studio, became the Motley Theatre Design Course and moved to a warehouse in Covent Garden, where Alison Chitty joined Margaret Harris and Hayden Griffin as co-director. In 1994 the Course occupied its present excellent premises in the Theatre Royal Drury Lane.

Sadly, in the year 2000, Margaret Harris died at the age of 95 after 70 years in the profession - 34 of those as founder and director of the Motley Theatre Design Course. The course continues at Drury Lane under the directorship of Alison Chitty (O.B.E.), with course tutors Ashley Martin-Davis and Anthony Lamble. Percy's vision for the school and her ideas about teaching and design remain central to the philosophy of the course.

Jocelyn Herbert


Last Updated: 10:35pm BST 08/05/2003

Jocelyn Herbert, who has died aged 86, was one of Britain's most influential post-war stage designers for nearly four decades.

Jocelyn Herbert's designs, which used a minimum of scenery and a maximum of lighting effects, achieved an admirably unforced balance between realism and surrealism. They led to the 1950s movement towards a kind of stage setting which drew attention to the actors and the writing rather than the stage itself.

From her earliest days with the English Stage Company at the Royal Court Theatre under George Devine to her successes three decades later at the National Theatre, she pioneered an artistic policy of close collaboration with authors and directors which flourished in plays by Arnold Wesker, David Storey and Tony Harrison, and in productions by Lindsay Anderson and John Dexter.

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At the Royal Court, where the new wave of so-called angry young men brought British drama closer to 20th century reality - starting with John Osborne's Look Back in Anger and Wesker's Roots - she designed more shows than any other artist. She was a champion of the writer-director-designer team system by which Devine set great store, and worked with Dexter on Wesker's first five plays, with Anderson on plays by Storey in a professional relationship that extended over 24 years, and with Tony Richardson on several of Osborne's works.

Luther was her most striking and highly-praised evocation of a historical period, evoking Osborne's idea of a "medieval world dressed up for the Renaissance". Using what Osborne himself described as "the brightest sunshine of colour, bold, joyful," her setting "burst upon the cramped, versatile stage of the Court, beckoning the spectator with a dazzling garden of earthly delights". Not only did it work, "it palpably took flight".

Noted for her sparse structure, gauzes, arches and shadows, Jocelyn Herbert's settings were cleverly lit by pools of light which created new areas of acting space, reflecting moods and atmosphere rather than photographic realism, and giving aesthetic precedence to the acting and text rather than stage pictures. Sometimes there would be only a bare stage and bare walls, on which any property or item of scenery acquired importance. Her concern for such economy prompted a growing belief that a bare stage was in itself beautiful.

Playgoers accustomed to the sumptuous decor and costumes of drawing room comedies and classical revivals in the West End of the 1940s and 1950s were made to sit up and respond to the stark simplicity of the Royal Court settings, which often exposed not only the stage and its walls but also the overhead lighting grid, formerly hidden from the audiences' view as unsightly.

Jocelyn Herbert had been much influenced by the visit to London in 1956 of Berthold Brecht's Berliner Ensemble, with its scanty scenery, bright lighting and rejection of realistic decor - save perhaps for a window, a chair, or a door as startling naturalistic objects on an otherwise empty stage. She became an exponent of the air-and-light school of stage design, which thrived on scenic austerity and a rejection of backcloths and painted scenes in favour of skimpy, suggestive three-dimensional decor. It was also an era of dedication to social realism, and, when it was required, as in the working class dramas of Wesker or the work-plays of Storey, the designer could provide it with a jolt.

In Storey's Changing Room the set not only looked like any changing room, but the lavatories on it were usable. In Wesker's Roots there was a kitchen sink out of the taps of which water flowed - hot or cold. Her best-remembered work, however, thrived on hints and allusions carefully chosen and more carefully lit - items of scenery which left the actors plenty of room to move or make an author's point without the distractingly ultra-realistic effects. For John Arden's Sergeant Musgrave's Dance she provided - memorably - three gravestones, a cross, a railing, a bench, a tree and a distant moon.

A daughter of A P Herbert, the playwright, novelist, humorist and parliamentarian, Jocelyn Herbert was born in London on February 22 1917 and educated at St Paul's Girls' School. After studying at André Hote's studio in Paris in the 1930s and at the Slade under the ballet designer Vladimir Palunin, she enrolled at Michel Saint-Denis's progressive London Theatre Studio just before the outbreak of war.

An intellectually fashionable training school for all the theatrical arts, it was run by the Frenchman on aesthetically rigorous lines. Not only did all pupils have to sew, act and paint scenery, they had also to practise a kind of amateur psychoanalysis which reduced many of them to tears. Saint-Denis, who trained his pupils to think of acting in more exalted terms than any job they could hope to find on British boards, was an awesome figure who gave his students what Jocelyn Herbert described as "a sense of direction not only in our work but in our lives".

His right-hand man was George Devine, who, 20 years later, was to start the epoch-making English Stage Company's regime at the Royal Court Theatre. Devine used Jocelyn Herbert's designs for the London Theatre School's experiments. When she dropped out of the professional theatre during the war to raise her family, the two kept in touch and as soon as Jocelyn Herbert returned to work in the 1950s she joined forces with Devine in Manchester for Frank Dunlop's Piccoli Theatre.

After the English Stage Company took over the Royal Court in 1956, Devine, as artistic director, took on Jocelyn Herbert, then aged 39, as scene painter. Her return to the stage was cramped. Working either under it or, if it was fine, in the yard outside, she never knew the luxury of a scenic workshop for her first year in Sloane Square. When one did become available - at World's End, Chelsea - it was to bring her the first chance to do the decor for a production, Ionesco's Chairs (1958). By then she and Devine were living together.

With the success of Wesker's Roots (1959), Herbert became the Royal Court's unofficial head of design. Four years later, as a trustee of the Central School of Arts and Crafts, which had built the Cochrane Theatre, Holborn, she discovered that its auditorium, which at night was used by students or rented out, was available in the daytime. Through her initiative it served for three years as the Royal Court Theatre Studio.

Among the many notable productions she designed from 1957 were The Kitchen, Happy Days and Home (with Ralph Richardson and John Gielgud) at the Royal Court; at the National Theatre she was responsible for the decor in Laurence Olivier's Othello and Early Days, again starring Ralph Richardson, in which her illuminated screens proved that abstract subtlety could be just as effective as realism; other productions included The Seagull with Vanessa Redgrave and Peggy Ashcroft in the West End. From 1967 she designed opera for Sadlers Wells, the Paris Opera, the Metropolitan, New York, and the Coliseum.

In the cinema she was production or costume designer on a number of pictures, including Tony Richardson's Tom Jones, Ned Kelly and Hotel New Hampshire, as well as If . . . , O Lucky Man! and Whales of August, directed by Lindsay Anderson.

Jocelyn Herbert, who died on May 6, married Anthony Lousada in 1937. The marriage was dissolved in 1960. She is survived by their son and three daughters
The daughter of A.P. Herbert, Jocelyn trained at the Slade and at the London Theatre Studio before the Second World War and from the 1950s until the 1970s was the key designer for the English Stage Company at the Royal Court Theatre, working on world premieres of plays which went on to be considered twentieth century classics. Her designs defined the first productions of plays by Arnold Wesker, John Osborne, David Storey and Samuel Beckett, and the close working relationships she forged at the Court with directors as diverse as Tony Richardson, Lindsay Anderson and John Dexter led to collaborations in other spaces and on films such as ‘Tom Jones,’ If...’ and ‘O Lucky Man!’. Jocelyn’s last decades were enriched by a unique working partnership with the poet and playwright Tony Harrison, with whom she was developing a new production on the day that she died in May 2003.

Northcott influence







The Northcott is the seventh building in Exeter to be used as a theatre.

In 1962, the Theatre Royal, Exeter was demolished to be replaced by an office block; however there were many people in Exeter who were determined that the city should not be without a theatre for very long. Early in 1962 Mr G V Northcott had started negotiations with the Board of Directors of the Theatre Royal with the view to "saving" the theatre, and its re-creation as a theatre and arts centre. A small group from the University of Exeter prepared a memorandum explaining how they saw the Theatre Royal functioning in the kind of way that Mr Northcott visualised and outlining some ideas. They submitted this memorandum to the Board of Directors of the Theatre Royal and to Mr Northcott. After some time, however, negotiations failed to develop and the Theatre Royal was sold.

For a time, informal discussions continued between Mr Northcott and the University, and later in 1962 more formal contacts were made. The then Vice-Chancellor pointed out that the University had for some time earmarked a site for a theatre on its Development Plan and it was possible that, in collaboration with the University, Mr Northcott's ideas for a theatre and arts centre could be realised.

Ultimately, the University offered a site: Mr Northcott established a trust with a benefaction of £100,000 (later supplemented by a generous gift of £50,000 from the Calouste Gulbenkian Foundation and by other bodies), to establish the "Northcott Devon Theatre and Arts Centre", which would serve the needs of the community in the region. The Northcott Theatre opened with a production of The Merchant of Venice, starring Tony Church, its first Artistic Director, on 2 November 1967. Barbara Hepworth unveiled one of her sculptures in the foyer on opening night. The architects were Sir William Holford and Partners and the theatre consultant Michael Warre.

Actors who spent time in the Northcott company in their earlier careers include Polly James, Lesley Joseph, John Nettles, Robert Lindsay, Brian Protheroe, Bob Peck, Geraldine James, Celia Imrie and Imelda Staunton. In its first years, the company originated a number of plays of West Country interest, including new historical drama by Jack Emery and an adaptation of the Cornish Passion Play. It also toured productions throughout the area.

The Northcott theatre opened in 1967 with Tony Church the first director and was more or less a two week provincial theatre with conservative audiences, plays that would not shock or create controversy, a lot of productions were from outside the region and the theatre was equiped to only cater for lighting and minimum stage set production. Jane Howell came there with the proviso that she wished to create a permanent staff with actors and design team and with this in mind she set about getting Hayden Griffen, designer, to find and create a theatre the equal of the National and the Royal Court, the main problem with this was the lack of funds and thereby the expectation on the staff to work long hours of high creativity for very little money, Jane's other concern was that we were all equal and could not use any qualifications in any publicity that the theatre produced.
When it became clear that Jane Howell did not wish to continue at the Northcott theatre most of the design staff at the theatre also wished to leave, this was true of myself and Jacky. The time at the Northcott was a time of good creativity and good quality productions, Edward Bond, Lindsey Anderson , Bill Gaskill, John Gielgud, Tim Piggot-Smith, Brian Capron, Zoe Wanamaker,Bob Hoskins, Samuel Becket, Howard Brenton and many many more names now famous in theatre and films.
  • 1971 - 14 April - First production by Artistic Director Jane Howell
  • 1971 - 14 April - Narrow Road to the Deep North by Edward Bond
  • 1971 - 19 May - The Caucasian Chalk Circle by Bertholt Brecht
  • 1971 - 16 June - The Fair Maid of the West by Thomas Heywood
  • 1971 - 25 August - Private Lives by Noel Coward
  • 1971 - 29 September - Three Sisters by Anton Chekhov
  • 1971 - 27 October - Julius Caesar by William Shakespeare
  • 1971 - 15 December - Guys & Dolls by Loesser, Swerling & Burrows
  • 1971 - 22 December - Happy Families
  • 1972 - 8 February - The Importance of Being Earnest by Oscar Wilde
  • 1972 - 15 May - The Cornish Passion Play by Anon
  • 1972 - 19 April - Galileo by Bertholt Brecht
  • 1972 - 8 May - Stop Thief improvised by company
  • 1972 - 17 May - The Alchemist by Ben Jonson
  • 1972 - 22 May - Pollution (Studio)
  • 1972 - 29 May - The School for Wives by Molière
  • 1972 - 14 June - Giants at Play devised by company
  • 1972 - 16 August - A Flea in her Ear by Feydeau
  • 1972 - 20 September - Measure for Measure by Howard Brenton
  • 1972 - 25 October - Happy as a Sandbag by Ken Lee
  • 1972 - 13 December - Old Time Music Hall by Various
  • 1972 - 20 December - John Willy and the Bee People by Alan Cullen
  • 1973 - 7 February - The Hostage by Brendan Behan
  • 1973 - 20 March - The Mystery Coach Trip Explained by Roger Booth
  • 1973 - 10 April - Loot by Joe Orton
  • 1973 - 2 May - The Tempest by William Shakespeare
  • 1973 - 30 May - Mrs Warren's Profession by George Bernard Shaw
  • 1973 - 13 June - The Pope's Wedding by Edward Bond
  • 1973 - 14 August - The Cornish Mystery Cycle - The Creation by Anon
  • 1973 - 12 September - Judge Jeffreys by Jack Emery
  • 1973 - 2 October - The Glass Menagerie by Tennessee Williams
  • 1973 - 10 October - Armstrong's Last Goodnight by John Arden
  • 1973 - 14 November - Bingo by Edward Bond
  • 1973 - 12 December - The Owl & The Pussycat Went To See by Shiela Ruskin & David Wood
  • 1973 - 19 December - Kiss Me Kate by Cole Porter
  • 1974 - 30 January - Hay Fever by Noel Coward
I had very much hoped to include photos of Hayden and Jane in this short history but cannot locate photos anywhere on the web, strange that.

Tuition non exsistant







Exeter College of Art as I knew it was removed from Gandy Street and replaced, definately replaced in the same manner as Moseley Road Art School, and not repositioned. Anew college was built with other ideals that are hopefyully better than the oribional, for as much as I liked the quiet atmosphere at the college and the staff proved to be very caring of myself after my turbulent time with Sheila Mcglone at Moseley, the amount of actual tuition that every one received at the college was minimal to almost non exsistant. Left to our own devices for practically all the day and every day the staff worked part time and their own outside work got priority over the students needs. There was alack of co-ordination amongst the staff and no sense of direction, although this did change some bwhat in my final year as the staff realised the need for this year to impress the assessors for the college to get BA status and this was achieved. I achieved the maximum mark possible that year for my diploma as well as becoming a member of LSIA and subsequently when many years later, needing a job in Edinburgh to help with the bills and Susie, I applied for my diploma to be given the BA status and a copy sent to me so that I could then take a 2 year teaching diploma in Scotland, this was not some idea that I had invented, it is a right that exsists when the BA is awarded to the college that year but because of the college closing and reopening as a different college ( the web site gives the college date as 1970) the reply that I received said that if I had taken my diploma in London I could receive the replacement as a BA but that this was not possible in provincial colleges and that Exeter could not provide this for me. This stopped me from taking up a position as a woodwork teacher at the Steiner School in Edinburgh and the result of that was an imbalance in my relationship with my second wife, Susan (formaly Gammie and before that Gelman) .
Here are some photos of the college at the point of demolition some time after I had left Exeter, for after college I had one year working with Jacky at a local education resources centre that served the whole of the South Devon area, then Jacky was offered the job of publicity designer at the Northcott Theatre under the new directorship of Jane Howell (young director who had studied with Bill Gaskill and Lindsey Anderson, working at the Royal Court during the 60's and later to be my introduction to the world of London theatre). I was frequently found proping up the bar at the Northcott awaiting Jacky to finish work, which often was after midnight, so it was only time before the designer,Hayden Griffen (South African born designer who had studied under Margaret Harris, a kind lady who also became a good friend and for whose school I gave lectures on theatre prop making)
The photos of the barn are some that where taken close to the time of fininishing the conversion and also at a time when Jacky and I were going through divorce proceedings.