Month: September 2014

Miss T ea (se)

Miss T ease

(Drawing: Hazel Brown)

Ian writes:

That is beautiful Hazel. That is astonishing.

You are an amazing artist Hazel Brown.

Quite incredible.

Think I might have to put her on my desktop at home (not here, there will be too much clamouring around the desk from work colleagues wondering what the dickens/ bejaysus etc I’m up to)

Looking at her, I don’t think she will be making any tea any time soon. In fact I don’t think she’s ever made tea, or ever thought of making tea, or ever will make tea.

Tea is what those dull human earth dumplings drink.

This lovely lady wouldn’t touch Tetleys with a proverbial barge pole.

Think I’ll have to treat her very kindly, gently, delicately.

She desires to be cherished.

Thank you Hazel.

No, not ‘thank you’…. Thanks is too small and too proper a word – something else ….  something I don’t know how to say…..

Hazel later wrote: …. Thank you for your thank you ….. she is a ‘thank you’… from me … to you …for all your ….. creative sharing … inspirations … humour …. keeping me on my toes with ….. David Herbert ……… loving Moons ….. owls….. bats….. (new moon today btw) …. and….. taking on a whole family of Faeries and Elves …….. and just…sharing ……….

Ian: Did I say what an amazing artist you are yet Hazel? No?. Well, I’ll say it again.

YOU. ARE. AMAZING. Its true. That is a fact. I’ve entered it on Wikipedia and everything….

Hazel: You can be my first Fan-club member …… if you keep telling me how good I am …. and on Wikipeeeeedia too ….. you are funny Ian … you make me laugh …..  but you seem to TOTALLY GET what I’m doing ….. its brilliant for me ……. someone who … can read my work ……..and get what’s in my head……

Of Moon Elves & Cloud-Selves

I’ve lifted these ‘stills’ from the vid clips of the supermoon i shot last night (writes Ian). Not that they were still exactly. They kept mutating and morphing.

The moon is a magical mistress, playing tricks on our imaginations. We see ambiguous figures and fantastical forms. We see figments of faces.

moon-elf-old-man-2What does it look like to you? Something out of a Grimms Fairytale perhaps. But whats it doing stuck up there on a cloud in the middle of the night?

And what is this meant to be? An oriental moon-cat?

moon-elf-lion-manAnd this, well this is a medieval muppet obviously. Grisling right up into the face of his somnolent sleeping companion

moon-muppet-elfEverywhere in this mushroom moon cloud are eyes staring out

Looking to somewhere I don’t know, into the Betwixt or the Beyond.

moon-elf-staring-eyes-no-mouthLooking bereft, forlorn, looking lost and haunted.

This man just looks like he’s had enough, looks nonplussed, about to expire his last clouded breath.

moon-elf-open-mouthed-2So many faces, effigy-like, packed together in this moon of cloud

How many can you see bundled together here?

many-moon-elves-3I got to about 12 (or possibly 14)

Here is how I ended the film: with the Main Moon Man

supermoon-elf-2So all these images are within the realms of fantasy, they’re dream-like grotesques and cartoons.

But now we’re getting onto something which feels, well – spooky.

She’s disturbing me this little girl

moon-childSat on her cloud like little Miss Tuffet

This image is perhaps the most perturbing of all.

moon-elf-with-woman-lying-underThat is a mans face. That is a womans face. They are – or were – human beings right? That woman looks like she could be in a photograph (not up in a cloud)

This is all very strange. I can hardly believe what I’m seeing.

Maybe I haven’t really seen any of this. Maybe it was just moon cloud clowning about in the camera.

Supermoon me

A second supermoon to follow the supermoon of last month.

So I’m filming again (through the kitchen window) At midnight I’ve gone out to film from under the silver birches. And then over by the car park through the sturdy beeches.

A soft pillow of cotton cloud has appeared, hung there like a giant mushroom ball. Zooming the camera in I see half formed faces and figures, I see ghostly apparitions, I see ‘moon-elves’.

It feels like this super moon has come to meet me this time.

It feels like the moon is in me, is for me. Close and personal. Intimate and revealing.

When I load vid clips onto the laptop I’m astonished by what I see, amazed.

This film reflects my astonishment. My amazement.

(Video: Ian Nisbet)

I’m perturbed, yes. I’m perplexed, yes.

But I’m also strangely comforted.

We are being watched. We are being seen (by what we don’t see)  We are being known (by what we don’t know)

We are not alone!

Finding Your Gift

Harbour painting

Hazel: Found this early this morning:

“The meaning of life is to find your gift

The purpose of life is to give it away”

– Picasso

Ian: You found your gift very early and have been giving it away all your life – well, not for nothing obviously, but you’ve given of your gift irrespective of great financial reward (I’m guessing)

Hazel: Yes, my gift has to be given back, shared, used for teaching, for people who haven’t much cash and appreciate what I’m attempting to say. Those who believe in faeries and tolerate elves.

Ian: I’m still looking for my gift, if indeed i have one.

Hazel: I don’t own it, it’s just loaned out to me whist I’m here. Put a pencil in my hand and it pours forth – like squeezing out toothpaste!

Exhibition

Ian: I watched a great film last night…. ‘Exhibition’….i think it might be right up your street…… its about 2 artists – husband and wife – living together in a modernist house in London…. feels like actual life to me….. where nothing much happens….. most of life comes at you without a plot …it just happens in this incidental flow……. this film just so aurhentic, intimate….uncomfortably so sometimes..

Ian:…I’ll stop going on about it in a minute……

Hazel: .)….. I LOVE your enthusiasm Ian……I get like that over something….I’ve read or seen…or whatever……and want to share it too………

Ian: Just looking on my tablet in bed i found that film Exhibition on YouTube!…. Just for you. Heres the link:

Ian: The whole film is on there for you to watch on your netbook tomorrow ….well, if you want to that is…..

Hazel: WOW ! THE FILM !……brilliant, began watching it at 6.30 am……under my duvet…..totally absorbing…was shaking after….. needed grounding…….ok that may sound a bit dramatic….it did have quite a profound effect…..as I’ve experienced something similar….in the past….it rang some bells…….but without the same ending……. The film is living in us for days and weeks afterwards….

Ian: That film Exhibition still floats through my slipstream frrom time to time…. images keep popping up…..that billowy tree seen from mid-distance caressing (or possibly challenging) the house….Viv Albertine curled like a cat around the hard lines and edges….clinging on to her identity…. the old man in the street holding the baby…. His ‘ I love you’…her ‘Do you love me?’… I’ll be watching this film again in the future…its the kind of film you can watch again….well, I know I could….

Hazel: …..That ‘cloud’ of a duvet in the film…….. the sound it made …… like snow ……..  and their bodies  ….. intertwining  …… separating ……. lovemaking…….. the lovely nakeness of it all …… comfortable and real ……. then uncertainy …… fear of rejection ……. and yes …. as you said ……….’do you love me’ …….. ‘where are you going.’…. he asking …… ‘are you working’….. will you come up’ …… so brilliant…… I have to watch it again…. We did watch it again, 3 months later, together online. It was still as intense.