8 October 2012

ESTHER TENNENHOUSE


The Rhinoceros and ME

I signed up for the project late - the last. I get my partner's e-mail address a week later. I get his room description almost 3 weeks later! But I am too anxious to jump in. I know I have procrastinated on writing the room descripti
on and that I will be busy and out of town so I jump the gun (oops!) and send him my room description. An 11 day wait, which I mention only as my excuse for what I did next. I googled his name - Dragan Aleksic, artist. Deceased (b. 1901), Yugoslavian Dadaist. A ghost. This is getting good already! Later I notice the last name has an "EK". The name on the email address Janis gave me has the letters "KE"  Disappointing! Partner Dragan sends his room description. Brief. Mine must have been too long (much too long).



Dragan writes that on the wall is an African King under an Umbrella. I google and find this book - and get it sent from the main branch of the Burnaby Public Library. By Daniel Laine, Ten Speed Press. Again, I am happy, new stuff for me. Maybe Dragan actually has one of these on his wall. BUT he writes there is a Queen Beatrice in the room too! She is leaning over a "strange red object". And he says the African king's umbrella shelters all "the royals".


Queen Beatrix is our bunny in Vancouver, Canada. Has she wandered from our room into his? Maybe HIS "Queen B." is a human? Is she a bunny statue? (I google 'bunny statues', most are too cute. Procrastinating!). Hmmm...there are rolled up yoga mats in the room. Mats. Plural. I am realizing that MY room description said nothing about the other two people who live here - my family.

I am still NOT getting into that room. Still just peering in. Literally. And I have no idea what it is like. Things haphazardly acquired?  Or cool and designery and up to date - something I don't know anything about. A kind of hint that I am interested in the king and umbrella and sprays and cannisters of weird shapes and all the umbrellas and what might be seen from a 3rd floor window and the "impractical" recycling bins he made, "decommisioned because impractical"!!  SO one of my space problems is that these things are on OPPOSITE sides of the room. The Truth: I just won't make the practical choices that would make life easier (read "do-able").  Would be sensible to pick a corner and be done with it.


Diversions from the job at hand: start on "every kind of spice". I choose Persian food.

Over past few days I have applied myself, for what that's worth. Had started with just trying to figure out floor plan - suspect I never did get THAT right. This was next step becz I clearly have no idea how to make it like a room. I think I stayed up there also because I didn't feel very welcome actually!


Can't understand how the three umbrellas "underpin" the coat rack. Seems the real umbrellas are at the opposite side of the room. Sigh. I really want 'em. So must do all sides of room. Containers of all strange shapes kept me happily procrastinating a bit and avoiding basic room perspective. Selected floor colour, just guessing. The cart before the horse indeed, the question really was: WHERE on the floor does everything go?

Marilyn told me how to bisect trapazoids. So I can work out distances on the floor. Such a relief but I'm still allergic to precision though I long for it. Somewhere around the time of taking this pix am heading for thyroid surgery (I'm not sick. No problems. Just a lump. Now taken care of). Then my elderly mother's personal care helper went away. So we went to Victoria for a spell. That was July. Add in son's mood swings. All this no excuse, but sure made it easy to procrastinate.


Perspective on coat rack is wrong. I think maybe it should be the viewpoint of a siamese cat from the top of this invisble wall that is the picture plane. The colour just an underlay I couldn't wait to try it. Had started in pencil on mylar and went to clear cello - tho I am NOT a painter, both beg for colour behind! The preceeding was the beginning of the struggle to get real.


At a glacial pace, measuring lines over and over, I got the dreaded counters and cooker in the right perspective and size, I think, and adjusted some mistakes. Got a bit waylaid this evening looking at coat racks for sale in UK - this rates as procrastination because the burners aren't on the stove, the sink isn't in the counter, the little bench with yoga mats on left isnt there yet, and the shelf of 'every kind of spice' above isn't there yet. I'm finding I like the loosey goosey thrashing about better than what I've got on the drawing board now.

  
The things that happen in the privacy of one's bedroom! There was more pain than gain in effort to keep abit of my old vanishing point below the floor! It was FIVE FEET below my picture paper! Marilyn laughed at me today "You just guess!", she said. And so tackled the dreaded kitchen wall.

At first when I drew the counter in it seemed it would block the view of one of Dragan's recycling bins. So I jacked her up. But then I realized this not necessary as the counter needn't have a cabinet below....

 
Just thought to put the enlarged coatrack on one of the earlier efforts (sans kitchen). Also on this earlier effort to in which I had no way to measure back to front distances on the floor.



Bones for an less stiff drawing. Maybe the loosy-goosey ones were better? Have more pieces for this. I "put " the dishes in the low cupboard last night, and did a the trolley for the yoga mats. Must draw sink and taps and stove. I "shopped" (Kettles UK) and found a toaster that cooks an egg too! The description says the "chunky table" is "massive". It's to scale, 6 ft long but the wide legs keeps it from looking long! What to do? I'm not sure!

The archives of DaDa Dragan the Artist "are known to have been taken to the city dump". So his namesake's attempt to make recycling bins to keep things from going to the dump is quite poignant. Therefore I hereby declare this back corner of Dragan's room be a (tiny) tribute to DaDa!


Dragan Alkesic's room

Technical:
The room is East facing on the 3rd floor - dimensions 5.5m x 4.5m and 2.50m high.
2 windows about 1.m x 1,2m high.
It is a sitting room, dining room and kitchen all in one.

Description:
Although the floor is grey green and the lower part of walls are minty green and dark yellow from the 1m up, the room is glowing with orangey yellow haze. Its very light and pleasant, cluttered but peaceful. As you enter, on your left a coat hanger is caring for a couple of jackets, hat, bicycle helmet and bunch of weird sprays and canisters, all underpinned with the 3 different size umbrellas. Small shelf along the wall full of clutter, trolley with few yoga mats, folding Ikea sofa bed, bundle of fabric in the corner, all along the
same wall.
Straight in front (as you enter) two big windows and small flower pot on the ledge. Between the windows Queen Beatrice is bending down to examine an strange red object. You can see her again on top of 3 dark brass hooks. She is in the company of an African king and his servant who is holding a big parasol for the royals.
You turn right and more shelves (3) and low cupboard underneath with pots, few books, bottles, and similar.Then my personally designed and hand-made multi-use rubbish bin on wheels. Massive fridge, two more of my hand-made recycling boxes on the wheels (all decommissioned as being too impractical).
You turn right again and the Kitchen line spreads across the wall. Surface, washing sink, surface, cooker, surface, end, back to the door. On top of the kitchen line one long shelf across the wall with every possible spice, oil, vinegar and similar, you can possible imagine. Some cups, plates, bottles and similar.
In the middle is a massive chunky wooden table (1,8m x 0,8m). Four different chairs around of which one is foldable and red.









 



7 October 2012

DRAGAN ALKESIC

Made in a local cafe using coffee, hibiscus and paprika


Esther Tennenhouse's room

This room is about 18 x 14 feet. On my right on the long wall is a large window. I’ll get up and slide it open as it’s a sunny day. Now I’m back sitting at the head of our dining room TABLE which has been moved into the living room for a seder - a white table cloth (some spots now). It’s 6 feet long and 4 wide - comfortably expansive, a surface of possibilities and space. And  white light.

The dominating thing in this room is the WINDOW -11 ½ x 5 feet. This is a housing co-op, all dark brown but nevertheless this 11 x 5 picture I see is more than half green (year round green - this is the West Coast of Canada). The London Limes don’t all have leaves yet so one half of the rectangle is sky with some big firs above the roofs.

Right on the window are 24 inch wide 2 and 5 inch long vertical strips of paper (crests of the NWT) stuck to a circular area - about 4 sq ft. sq. In my head I call it Memorial to a Dead Flicker, because I came home one day and found a sort of woodpecker lying on the walk in front of the window and a tiny bit of something splattered on the window. And one bit of feather. I put the paper strips on the glass in the hope no one would again try to fly into the reflection of sky and trees.

Against the far wall in front of me (to the left) is a very unfancy upright  PIANO. You can read above the keyboard: Heintzman & Co. and below that, Toronto. She came to Vancouver via Yellowknife from a man whose aunt gave him piano lessons on her, in Ontario 70 years ago. Too much stuff on her top so I can’t easily check her birthdate - is she 100 yet? I should get out the vinegar, her ivories a bit yellow.

In the clutter on top of the piano: three elaborate EASTER EGGS with fine patterns, black red, ochre and white, one broken, standing in eggcups. A gift in Romania from the wife of an iconmaker/restorer. I left the broken one in its eggcup imagining that with extreme care and tweezers I can repair it. Beside them a single CHALICE, pale blue grey glaze, I got last summer from a potter who lives in the hills in S.E. Saskatchewan. Every year he has a wonderful musical gathering/sale in his shop, all his work out - hundreds of pieces and I looked at every one for a wedding gift for a friend's daughter and picked this cup. Seemed too lonely a thing for a wedding gift so it never got given. It sits and tells me that story every time I look at it. 

At the other end of the top of the piano is Punk Faun who is 21” tall - an afternoon slab exercise in working from a hollow cylinder. He has 4 horns rising 6” from top of head in parallel undulations, closed eyes, and a ring in his nose. Between Faun and eggs is Confusion: a lightbox with the cord and plug dangling out, and an expensive four square inches glazed flower tile from Turkey, turquoise, toasted orange and white. That, with some little boxes of unfinished stuff.

At the left corner beside the piano a violin case leans against the wall partly covering a  big framed enlargement (also propped against the wall) of an old photo of a family in front of a Model T car. Father, Mother holding baby, two other children - one a little boy in overalls with his thumb in his mouth, his father's hand large across his chest (little boys in overalls in family farm pictures always have one strap of their overalls fallen off their shoulder). This is in Manitoba, about 1946, still using real old cars. Because of the violin, all I see is boy’s head, thumb in mouth, his dad’s head and the car roof way above their heads.

To the right of the piano, at the corner near the window, is the TV - a black blindeye thing, a 22 inch screen, not the most modern, a PVR machine beside it. TV is on an old library table - light brown oak with some stiff grace to it (tapering legs, a bit of wood carving, ornate metal drawer pulls with hanging little oval rings). The TV sits askew across half of it, overhanging the edge. I’m always aware the shelf that supported by two curved pieces of wood is not there. I know the shelf has been lurking somewhere in the house for years but now I can’t find the curved part. I feel there’s uncontrolled disorder - of things past, yes, and things undone.

Between piano and TV are some heavy green plate GLASS SHELVES, the lowest of the 3 at the height of the top of piano and TV. Below them is a wide old oak office chair, with arms and high back of 1” slats. These shelves sit on those metal brackets that slot into vertical metal strips that are screwed onto the wall. I am told they should be taken down. They are lethal, especially as they are glass, because this is a zone waiting for The Big One, a big earthquake. We - piano, TV, big window, me and the rubble (of sorts) covering all the surfaces here are sitting on a huge fault. Tectonic plates due to shift over each other, rearranging the concrete pad this plasticated laminated, light wood, flooring sits on.

On the shelves are mostly clay things I’ve made - the smallest visible is a KILN GODDESS, only about 4 ½”  tall, something quickly made at a raku firing, to sit on the kiln. She is dancing (but has lost her fingers) and is the clay equivalent to a gesture drawing. Her pose perhaps looks a bit coy though was not meant to be. But she is amazingly alive so I’m fond of her.

Beside her, a GREENMAN face with leaves like the small leaved oaks along the lane by the park here - light brown clay, but lying down so you only see some of the leaves. Beside that, looking at me, the tiny black eye of a ivory (or maybe bone) SEAL bought in Iqaluit on a puppet troupe tour. This little seal swims an inch up from it’s rock base held up by little wooden peg, its flippers and tail are spread wide, stretched, and so quite delicate and thin. On that shelf is a white clay CONE, like a well sharpened pencil tip, standing on it’s base - one of six variously shaped cones on the shelves. The others pierced and slashed and impressed, one painted with reddish stain. I hold these over or up to the light and look at them from inside and outside. There's also a RAM’S HORN made into a shofar. It is not the small, single curve kind, it has a twist, but is not the huge long spiral kind either, just middlesized.

On the second shelf is a propped up WHITE PORCELAIN GREENMAN, a very free improvisation. You can see just his eyes and the stalks that are his eyebrows flowing into the happy finger squished leaves of his forehead. On this shelf there is also a photo of departed miniature shnauzer 'Trouble' (she wasn’t).

Next to the shelves, on the wall above the TV, is a linoprint about a foot square of a man (Eskimo) shooting at three flying ducks from the shore. The lake is a circle of blue with vertical white gouges to show waves. The interesting thing is that most of the turquoise lake lies upon a dark blue patch that has short horizontal white gouges and his empty boat is floating on it. So the lake is superimposed on the river (or ocean). The artist knew exactly what place this was and drew a hill in the upper left background.  He was very traditional and only just introduced to printmaking. Perhaps this is why the clouds in the white sky are blue, like the lake.

The SIDEBOARD to my left is centered on the wall facing the window. This wall is orange, done with a sponge, to match an invitation to the event in the enlarged photo above the sideboard: 15 people dancing, three musicians behind them. Under it, a power bar, a bit of an octopus with 5 cords plugged in. It’s old, from Quebec, with lovely burled grain, reddish mid-brown and curly wood decorations. About 35 items competing for space on top of it.

There are FIVE ANGELS on the wall on either side of the photo - not particularly sweet, androgynous. No. They’re more male. One brandishes an Assyrian sword. He’s wingless. I roll out pieclay like a pie crust and then lighthandedly (as with pie crust) fling it about a bit, billow it, gather it very freely then finish with very realistic detailed faces and hands. Haven't made any for a while. Very fragile. Two on either side of the big picture over the sideboard. One is above that violin case at the piano corner and between them lives an Indonesian marionette - white face, faded rose clothes, but the sequins still sparkle. At over a foot tall it is a bit bigger than my angel guys and more colourful (I don’t believe in angels but they are nice to me - they can levitate, they can be fragile because they agree to live on the wall. They gave me a chance to be figurative but still play with clay…so don’t put them down!). A 6th is totally hidden behind the TV, “The Traveler”. Must have been a handy picture hanger there.

Visible on sideboard: upright rainstick, 1 ft. long, painted black with a snake with hot pink head and body yellow and blue and pink, and around little pink wiggles, like sperm. A little dark green curvy lamp with rose shade akimbo. An Ikea light - just a large frosted upright 15”rectangle. Another marionette, brown wood face, large eyes, red hat with blk and wht spots and flute covered with gold brocade held to his lips. Nearby 12 inch thin African spearsman, 8 or 9 small family pictures, a scramble of large newsprint with large “aleph” visible.

Almost finally, how could I forget? Under a footstool in front of the TV I hear her munching - QUEEN BEATRIX (of the Netherlands, not Ms. Potter). A Netherlands Lop with dark grey ears coming down, grey nose and eye patches on white, mostly white with large grey patch on back and some grey spots. A bit of a brush cut on top of head and a half circle profile. Her Majesty’s a Very Nice Girl but Doesn’t Have a Lot To Say. Though there's a metal pen under the TV table, its folded up and she runs free, so you might see her anywhere in the room. She has a little curvy-legged footstool embroidered with clunky flowers (by a mother or aunt of friend with acute design sense who hated it and gave it to ME). Suits HRH quite well. Sometimes she hops up (8 inches) and stands up for a good look around. She uses litter box of wood pellets. In interest of full disclosure I’ll admit the odd bunny bean misses the box. And bits of green hay get scattered on the floor at that end of the room. Now you see her, now you don’t. Pretty shy. She has chewed the wood baseboards only a little bit in two places. She does like to chew wires so most chords are sheathed in shiny plastic tubing. (She likes to hang out at the two power bar octopi.  Image: bunny having electric shock?) When she washes her face, like a cat, she flips up her ears one at a time. Part of her charm.

Behind me on the wall facing the piano wall are10 framed pix ceiling to floor, 4 Northern prints: ladies juggling, drum dancers, Senaktok, netting birds for a masted ship, photo of daughter wearing wreath, Valerie Palmer show invitations, dog team, hiker in our mountains. Tall narrow bookcase: books, chaotic.

Finally: usually the big table is not here. Usually the futon is here. But sometimes it is folded down into a bed and in it there is a very old lady, less than 5 ft tall, with a short fuzz of white hair, in it. Eyes closed, most often. Alzheimer's.

A quote from the movie Amadeus - “Too many notes.” Thanks for reading if you got this far!  Hope there’s something to work with.



                          

                                                                                                                                                                                              

3 October 2012

SYLVIA OATES


Bev Nel's room
 
Our Kitchen

I am sitting in our kitchen – it is new that I can say ‘our’ as I have only recently moved here – moved in with Chris. It’s not a big room. I am sitting on an old 2 or 3 seater church pew, and will describe the room from this point. I am sitting at one end of our kitchen table, an old wooden table marked by years of cooking, eating, farm tools and implements. It usually has a mixture of work and kitchen stuff on it…

As I write there are only a few things on it but there are echoes of the past. In front of me on the table I see my car keys, my red recipe book, and some black gloves. There’s also a letter ready to be posted. Around the other three sides of the table are wooden chairs – I can see their backs.

I am at one end of the room against a wall – and looking in front of me I face a wall that has the main entrance to the house (on the left side of this wall). The door is an old heavy white painted door – again with years of scratches and marks…it has a heavy bolt at the top left, and various coats hanging on the back. This includes my red raincoat, Chris’ Levi jacket, and other farm work coats. Because it is an old door there are draughts – and I have just fitted some old pink carpet along the bottom of the door – which has made a huge difference! Above the door is a large clock face – with Roman numbers. It actually is a new clock made to look old. The time is 3.15pm.

Directly in front of me is a wooden cup holder (diagonally criss-crossed, one that folds), with an assortment of mugs all hanging in the same direction. Below this hangs an old brass thermometer. Below this is our grey/silver dishwasher. Upon the dishwasher is a blue metal lamp and our fruit basket…I can see the tops of pears and a lemon! Next to the dishwasher and into the corner of the room is the sink. The sink is a bit rundown – with white drawer fronts and brown doors below. One of the doors is hanging off a bit ! The tiles above the sink are a bit dull – beige – and with a few missing leaving a messy bit that is crying out to be painted! Above the sink is a window – about the width of the actual sink and 3.5ft high.
It is an old window – which needs replacing. The frame has been painted in pink – but because it is so old it is not weather proof – and so we have covered it with some old Perspex which is a bit cloudy and scratched. I can see through the window though – and can see a huge tree – which is in our garden. It fills the window frame.

Above the sink and running out from this corner of the room, along the wall to my right, are 3 wooden shelves approx 2.5 feet long. These shelves have the CD player and CDs on. On the lower shelf are boxes of tea – and one tea caddie in black tin. From this lower shelf (which is over the sink drainer) hangs an old white colander, pink handled scissors, and a table mat made of cork and in the shape of 5 fishes. Then there is in the middle of this wall a large window – approx 5 ft wide and 4.5 ft high. 

This is a lovely double glazed clear window with a fab view across the farm and fields. This shows the flat Lincolnshire landscape. I can see a winter sky, streaked with dark grey clouds across a light grey sky which is yellowing as I write this as the sun is low. A bit earlier the sun was shining through this window which was spectacular….as the clouds momentarily clear there is now a glow in the room from this low winter sun. We have a long green net bird feeder hanging from the window outside, where small Blue Tits visit and hang from to nibble away at the peanuts and fat balls. It’s great sitting here watching anything from 2 to 8 birds nibble away. I see our green grassy garden, and leafless hedgerow, reaching up into the sky as it is need of trimming…. In the near distance on the left a barn roof, and in the far distance more fields edged with trees.
Often these fields (and directly next to our garden) are filled with black and white cows. As it’s winter the cows are inside – but it would be fine to bring in this if you want to! This is a dairy farm and the cows are part and parcel of being here!

The window sill (inside) is a useful shelf…from left to right there is: a generous shapely rounded yellow jug with a light green handle, a tall pink orchid which is strangely always in flower!, two large pots of geraniums – in for the winter – one with red and one with pink flowers, both in pots too big for the window ledge but I couldn’t find another spot for them, next is a small white pestle and mortar, and then two large ceramic jars filled with the usual cooking utensils – wooden and metal spoons, fish slices, draining spoons and a rolling pin. There is also a garlic filled bowl and the salt cellar. Just below and to the right of the window is our dark green cooker with a couple of large cooking pots – one half filled with veg chilli for tonight! A red and orange striped T-towel hangs on the front of the cooker.

Below the window is a beautiful old wooden sideboard which has twisted wooden front edges. The top is made of marble – fab to roll out pastry on! This is the main food prep area. On the left of the side board is the metal kettle, and white toaster…sort of cluttered area with chopping boards, bread board, brown tea pot, silver coffee pot, pot of growing parsley, 2 cooking apples, wooden sugar box, white butter dish and egg box.

To my left is the walkway between the front entrance door and the rest of the bungalow. The wall is painted orange – but not a bright orange. More a peachy orange….. It’s feels a cluttered wall….from left to right there is a blackboard with a mixture of writings; numbers, measurements, dates, Yoga terms and descriptions…..all pieces of writings from before I was here…some of which feel sacred and never get rubbed out! Above this is a shelf with an old bowl and basket filled with paperwork bits and bobs. Then an old pair of weighing scales….and a few cobwebs. Then along the wall to the right of the blackboard is a lower two shelf unit on the wall – filled with CDs, a bowl of keys and pairs of sunglasses…also cluttered! A lovely photo of Chris surfing in a blue sea sits on the top shelf. Below this standing on the floor is a three shelf unit filled with paperback books. From the ceiling is a wooden clothes hanger – at the moment clear of any clothes – but there is a piece of mistletoe hanging from a light blue ribbon on the end of it.

The last space on this side of the room is the pantry door. It’s potentially a nice wooden door with 4 horizontal panels – but it could do with sanding. You can see in the past someone has had a dart board on it as there is a circle of tiny dart holes radiating outwards from a blank neat circle of wood. It looks like the sun with its wild sunrays spraying outwards. On the door over this dart hole area hangs my blue apron and a blue, red, yellow and green towel. Above the door is a cheap clock with a black surround.

In this last corner (which is between the pantry door on the left and the main entrance door on the right) is our cream plastic bin. Above this at chest height is a triangular shelf. The wooden shelf has a hand carved scalloped edge. This is also where the orange wall meets the white wall of the main entrance. On this shelf is a collection of Chris’ history….a mix of old photos of friends and family pinned to the walls, and an upside-down surfing helmet in turquoise filled with odd bits and pieces including an old stick, golfing tees, golf balls, nuts and bolts.

The floor of the kitchen is old blue vinyl/lino. Because we’re on a farm it is difficult to keep clean – shoes and boots are always left outside the door – but we have a dog that tramps mud into the house! Use all or bits of this writing to make your art! Good luck.








BEV NEL



Sylvia Oates' room

Our Living Room
I’m sitting at our dining table, which extends diagonally into the room. This room has a vaulted ceiling which slants from twelve feet high on my far left, or east wall, to eight feet high on my right, or west wall. Behind me is a table full of books and knitting. Beside me is a gooseneck lamp. On the table are bamboo mats and a gardenia with shiny leaves and one fragrant flower. There are three chairs around the table, one with a rounded back with spindles, the other two squarish, also with spindles, and painted a bright turquoise that has crackled. Windows to the west and north form a little nook and then the west wall continues with a sliding glass door, which opens onto a balcony.
Straight ahead is the south wall with a big window. In that sunny corner towers a seven-foot avocado tree, which grew from a pit I found sprouting in the compost bin. The south wall is dominated by a large oil painting of a forest clearing. In the southeast corner, a television set is towered over by a gigantic philodendron (“Monstera”) on the top shelf, reaching up into the vaulted ceiling. On the shelf just below, a splendid piece of branching coral stretches almost the width of the shelf.
On the east wall, another large painting hangs over a bookshelf. It depicts my mother and dad’s wedding reception in India in 1940. It shows my grandparents’ garden with a canvas wall as backdrop, servants in turbans, huge umbrellas for shade, a long red carpet on the grass leading to the cake under a striped awning. My mother is barely visible in a froth of white, my father is in uniform, my grandfather confers with the minister, a pith helmet lies under a canvas chair.
Have I mentioned the plants? They are everywhere! A wall to my left, painted a dark rusty red forms a backdrop for a fig tree on a low table. From the top of that wall a spider plant shoulders aside a tiger’s paw begonia and cascades over two watercolour portraits in black frames. The window sill in the west nook hosts several bleeding heart vines which have gone mad, climbing around the zebra and giraffe masks my daughter brought home from Africa, and waltzing around the window!
Below the painting of the clearing (54 x 60”) is a sweet little vignette composed of my father’s chair and my mother’s chair, both badly in need of re-upholstery, facing toward each other either side of a semi-circular table (handpainted by a local artist) supporting a flaming poinsettia in a red foil pot. The chairs each have a cushion with a spiral pattern. To the right of this group stands a square pillar lamp 5 feet tall made of crushed rice paper and lit from within. This is immediately to the left of the avocado. In front of the lamp and to the left of the avocado stands a small wooden table from India, with carved panels for a base and an octagonal top inlaid with ivory and brass and encircled with a border of carved leaves and flowers.
Moving around the room to the left, the lower shelves below the Monstera, the coral and the TV, contain electronic gadgetry (a DVD player, a VCR, and a small digital TV box), and below that, a zafu. My beautiful classical guitar hangs just to the left of this shelf unit – so rarely played these days.
Left of that (we are now on the east wall, the high 12-foot wall) – I’ve already told you about the painting, but below that is another important part of the room. And that is the bookcase that my partner Jerry built for me three Christmases ago. It holds plants of course: another Tiger’s Paw, and an Alocasia x amazonica (Elephant’s Ear) and a music system. On the next shelf is a bamboo box full of CD’s, a stack of artbooks, a stack of New Yorkers and a dozen VHS tapes held up by an ebony elephant. Next shelf; a basket of wool that I spun myself, in skeins dyed with indigo and onion skins, dating back to before my daughter was born, and a stack of large format books: Bird Songs, A Tent with a View, African Children, A Sacred Balance, Mountains of the Middle Kingdom, The Serpent and the Rainbow. The bottom shelf holds a tub of children’s toys for when our neighbours’ children come for a play date.
Jutting into the room from the east wall, against the book case hidden from our view behind the dark rust wall, is the couch: pastel stripes, the slightly ragged seat cushions covered with a pale coral crocheted throw. In front of the couch is the coffee table, that Jerry reclaimed by sanding the wood and painting the frame a glossy black.
What else can I tell you? The wall-to-wall carpet is the colour of pale sand. Through the patio doors I can see the bare twigs of the grape vine on the balcony. Beyond that a cloud-filled sky (we’re on the fourth floor) and wheeling seagulls.