Showing posts with label Art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Art. Show all posts

Wednesday, 15 April 2026

Location in Jane Austen, a visual essay

 

I started thinking about what would have happened in 'Pride and Prejudice' if the Gardiners had been able to take Lizzie to the Lake District, as originally planned, instead of the Peaks.



Darcy wouldn't have been on hand to save the day.



The location of Lyme is vital to the plot of 'Persuasion'.


Anne Elliot is a poor, wizened old maid of 27. Her old suitor, Captain Wentworth, tells someone that Anne is unrecognisable. Some might say that he's just bitter because Anne let herself be persuaded not to marry him. He seems very keen on the wilful and ebullient Louisa Musgrove. Subtext, Louisa would never have allowed herself to be persuaded not to marry the man she loved. 


But in Lyme events are allowed to unfold that puts wrong things right. (All it takes is a simple bash to the head)


Louisa won't allow anyone to dissuade her from jumping off the top of the Cobb. Wentworth fails to catch her and she falls and bashes her head. A train of events is set into effect which allows things to be resolved, eventually. Wentworth is able to observe how sensible and good in a crisis Anne is. He also sees her being admired by another man (her cousin, but that wasn't creepy in those days), which doesn't harm her case. BOSH, happy ending. How lucky that Wentworth and Musgrove decided to go to Lyme on a whim.  

Thursday, 18 March 2021

It's Been Emotional


I don’t know about you but I am all over the place at the moment;

Anxious and depressed one minute - weeping at memes and assailed by sudden whiplashes of loneliness and grief,  then on a more even keel the next.  blithely shaking cinnamon into a saucepan, laughing at things the kids say, getting excited about *Tom Hiddleston being cast in the adaptation The Essex Serpent.

*Ever since The Night Manager I’ve had a bit of a mild ‘thing’ for Tom Hiddleston. My husband berated me about it - how could I - a ‘born again Trotsky-ist’ (his words) have a thing for this product of the public school system? What can I say? Isn’t it as bad not to like somebody because they are not working class than to like somebody because they are?? Anyway, I loved the book The Essex Serpent and am fairly comfortable with the casting of Claire Danes in the lead role and positively delighted at the aforementioned Tom Hiddleston playing another part.

Claire and Tom

What is the cause of this turmoil? The after effect of a year of restrictions and uncertainty, fear about the future, boredom and loneliness - a feeling of stagnation. Recovering from the horror of homeschooling - I legit thought I was going to lose my mind! (Why would people voluntarily do this?) Anxiety about a return to normality?

It’s been a year

It’s been a year since the start of the first lockdown.

If we were two people in a film who were escaping from something unexpected and terrifying - a monster, a sudden storm or a psychopathic maniac. We would slam the door against the howling wind, look at each other and say something like:

“Wow, that was intense!”

Or

“What was that?”

A man on the telly was saying that just because we are all going through it, doesn’t mean we should diminish or underestimate the impact it’s having on all of us. He’s written a self help book but rather unhelpfully, I can’t remember what it’s called. I’ll tell you what has helped me slightly in recent weeks:

  • Grayson Perry’s Art Club - a joy!
  • Headspace meditations - on Netflix but they have an App.
  • Erm…. Just Dance - always - feels good to move.
  • Getting creative/doing artsy things.

Art

Let me give you a laugh, I did a 'Creative Wellbeing' course in January and have found painting to be enormously therapeutic, with one exception, when I try to capture myself. Below is my latest self portrait. 

Last seen fleeing the crime scene

I enjoyed painting it, initially, felt that I was really getting somewhere but then it went awry - it looks a bit like me but (I hope) not too much! A friend of mine asked me to send it to her and said - ‘don’t put it down, I like it’. At which I thought - shit! Does this mean that this is what I really look like!


This is the photo I tried to copy.

Roots

Mojo

Right so in the last few months I lost my writing mojo and it was horrible. I don’t think it was the pandemic, although maybe that played its part, but I felt totally flattened and without hope. Every time I saw a competition being advertised I’d snort and think - what’s the point? More depressingly, I didn’t want to write and writing is what I do, it’s how I make sense of the world and how I express myself and sometimes how I escape, but I just didn’t have the will to do it. What happened was that last year there were two competitions where I’d got through to the final stages - and one of them had made very encouraging noises all the way along, only to be told in a bald, impersonal way that they weren’t taking it any further, at the end. I realise that rejection is very much part of the process but I suppose I had built up this fantasy where everything else was shit but at least I had this. I was already planning the post lockdown celebration party. Hubris.

But anyway, I’m writing! I’m supposed to be working on a script but got distracted into writing this - shame on you! I’m 15% hopeful, which is better than 0% and it’s all good practice and also, one thing that the 'Creative Wellbeing' course did for me was made me realise that I don’t just write with a vain hope of publication, I write because that’s what I do!


Anyway, friends, Spring is in the air, people are being vaccinated and Chocolate Orange Easter Eggs are a thing (hint, hint). 

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Stay well, stay safe and stay sane.

xxxxxx