Showing posts with label Recorder. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Recorder. Show all posts

Thursday, January 07, 2021

A historical performance


I was having a clear out of the garage, trying to ruthlessly cull craft materials that I knew I had too many or or was not using to pass onto others. I also cleared out my PGCE teaching folder and some resources. I will probably regret it but I haven't used them for at least a decade so they must go!

In one box, I found a whole load of programmes from concerts I performed in when younger and inside also, was a magazine from my borough, sharing what had been going on in the borough.
I looked through it and found this picture of my recorder consort (this was about 1994 or 5).
We were performing as part as a historical festival and our recorder group got dressed up and performed outside the temple.  I remember this occasion because two of the important members or our group were away which meant I got to play the solo for a recorder version of Telemann's Viola concerto! 
We used to do really fun things with our recorder ensemble. This is the musical group I was probably part of for the longest in my life. I was in it from about the age of 7 to 18! Alot of girls left when they were in their early teens but there were die-hard members of us who were in it until the bitter end!  Our teacher, the lady in pink to the left, is an incredible woman who was a huge inspiration for me, musically, educationally and sartorially! 
Can you spot which one is me?  Also, can you spot my Mum? She was helping out as well that day! My sister is hidden from view.

Happy memories of a happy time. If I could talk about the happiest times of my life, they were belonging to this music school and all the things I did there and friends I made.


 

Tuesday, December 15, 2020

Style Imitating Art- Gumball

Hi there,

I thought I'd save TARDIS antics for Thursday this week and instead, treat you to the last Style Imitating Art of the year. 

Daenel chose this fun photorealism piece by Charles Bell entitled Gumball.

Gumball by Charles Bell. Image taken from Wiki Art

First thoughts...this was not a good piece for me to be looking at as I am currently craving sweets and I can't get any.  Regretting having not picked up some the other day before my enforced quarantine as I did think about getting some.  Our friend is going to pop by to stand at the end of our drive on Saturday possibly so I might see if he can get me some!

Anyway, it is a fun piece and I love all the bright colour and shapes.

I decided to go fun and silly with this and embrace the rainbows.



I started with the cardigan.  My cardigan is by French designed, Agnes B.  I used to swoon over the Agnes B store on Marylebone High Street when I used to work at the Academy and one day, when searching on eBay for a bargain Agnes B piece, I saw this cardigan with its amazing Smartie buttons- just like Gumballs!
I then added my French connection charity shopped (£2.50) rainbow skirt.
Next, I added the Cath Kidston top with its tiny red polka dots.

I then decided to add my Nickat sequin necklace and my Cath Kidston sweetie necklace. It was then that I spied my Topshop teddy rattle necklace- the little balls shake around- it's almost a mini gumball machine!



Rainbow shoes as a final thought.

I asked CBC if he would take pictures for me on his phone to avoid me having to faff with a tripod.  He acquiesed but as he made me wait outside whilst finishing off, I decided to punish him by subjecting him to Christmas recorder playing. I stood out in the garden and played the entire 12 days of Christmas, Have yourself a merry little Christmas, Let it Snow, Coventry Carol and O Come, O come, Emmanuel before he finally gave in took them (from a distance- as you can see, when he needed to get a bit closer for details, I donned my polka dot mask!).
I thought I'd share a little video he took of me playing O Come! You can see my po-faced recorder playing look! 







If  you would like to see how everyone else interpreted this, head over to Daenel, tomorrow.