Eusebi Guell entrusted Gaudi to create an estate for wealthy people, in Barcelona on land that he purchased in the Monumental zone, high above the city where the air was clean and healthy. Unfortunately the project was not viable and Guell halted it in in 1914. When Guell died his family offered the property to the city council. They purchased it in 1922 and opened it as a public park four years later.
Since then Gaudi has become an international treasure, and his creation was declared a Cultural Heritage of Humanity in 1984. Here are some the fabulous mosaics in the park.
And here is Eusebi Guell himself, standing in the Hippostyle room.
When Damien Hirst decided to loan an artwork he created, to his home town of llfracombe in north Devon, he provoked a huge reaction. Verity, as she is named has been standing on the harbour there for nearly three years, all 66 feet of her. She is made from stainless steel and bronze and the plinth she stands on is a pile of law books. In one hand she holds the scales of justice and the other, raised to the sky, holds a sword. Here she stands facing the sea.
Her belly swollen with child, she is described by Hirst as ‘an allegory for truth and justice’.
One side of her body is peeled away revealing not just her unborn baby, as many people focus on, but also the muscle and sinew of her own body
I was shooting into full sun and as Verity was unable to turn from the light, I couldn’t photograph in all directions. I’ve edited this photo to try to show a little more.
Her shoulders are those of a powerful woman, a force to be reckoned with.
Here she holds the scales behind her back.
I’m rather fond of Verity, I find her thought provoking.
I’ve always considered myself a creative person and can turn my hand to many things, but I’m a Gilly of all trades mistress of none. I can take pleasing photos, but even though I know how to use my camera on manual settings, I most often use it on auto settings. I can knit and sew but I don’t finish things off neatly. I can cook but I don’t follow recipes, I can write but I’m a bit lazy about punctuation etc.
I’ve always wished I could draw, play an instrument and sing but I can’t do any of that!
Here are some of my creations, I try to express my creativity with a mix of photo editing and haiku that I’ve photographed and edited.
After a walk at Hive beach we arrived at West Bay around four o’clock on a winter afternoon, and drove around hoping for tea and cake. We parked and dashed to a café we’d spotted, just as they turned the sign to closed. I asked the staff member if there was another café nearby and she grunted that we could try across the road. Thank goodness they were closing, because ‘across the road’ was perfect.
She had directed us to Sladers Yard, a historic rope warehouse from the early nineteenth century, that supplied rope to the whole of the British Navy. Since 2006 it has been a café, and judging by the lemon polenta cake, the food is excellent. Here is the main café area.
There is a further multi purpose space, and the building is used as a party and wedding venue and for poetry and musical performance. Notice the building?
It is beautifully done, with a perfect balance of restoration and rawness, and as a contemporary gallery it is a stunning backdrop for the art displayed.
Sladers is run by Petter Southall a furniture designer craftsman, and his wife Anna Powell. Petter’s work is the stuff of dreams, the kind of wood that makes you want to stroke it and inhale the fragrance.
Goodbye Sladers, I’ll be back in summer with enough time for lunch, outside in the yard.
Checking for the date of the building, I came across . . .