Things I found while tidying the garden:

Amongst the expected pile of broken glass, beer cans and sweet wrappers I found:
Three different bits of a lock mechanism.
A large colony of woodlice.
A single, solitary bed spring.
Two pence.
Some very pretty bits of china.
A knife and fork (not a matched pair).

I feel like it's an archaeological dig, not a gardening project!

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A Short Restart, with Art

I set up this blog over a year ago, as an addition to my more ranty and emotional livejournal, with all good intentions of updating it regularly with cheery things... as you can tell, that hasn't quite gone to plan!

So here I go again... I will bravely endeavour to post more often, I promise!

I was pondering today that one of the things that I am passionate about is actually something I rarely blog about: Art.

I love art. I love that something that human hands have created for the sake of creating it can move me so much that will cry, or exclaim, or laugh, or, most often,just want to stop, and look and look and look.

Sometimes I forget this. this weekend I have been reminded of it by a tv programme: I spent saturday afternoon catching up with BBCFour's 'Romancing the Stone: The Golden Ages of British Sculpture'.
Sculpture is possibly my favourite form of art: certainly, if I had to pick a favourite artist, it'd be Henry Moore. There is something about it that stops me in my tracks more than a painting usually can.
What I hadn't realised until very recently was how wide my love of sculpture is. I recently visited the Cambridge Museum of Classical Archaeology, and I was absolutely awed by it. Watching this show reinforced this: so many styles, so many differences in scale, in levels of realism, and I loved so much of it.

My favourite, though, remains Henry Moore's Recumbent Figure (1938)