Friday, 18 October 2013

Visiting The Public, West Bromwich

Today I went to view a friend's M A ceramics exhibition being held in an
 exciting open gallery/ entertainment/ meeting place in West Bromwich.
This wonderful place is called The Public
Sadly it is closing in November to become a college,
 but even more sadly the interior is to be completely gutted
and all the lovely design destroyed.
To find out the history of The Public you can go to
Here is how it looked today in all it's glorious pinkness.
I lost track of the number of floors when I got inside.
Was it three or four floors I climbed through from the reception area?
The thing is, you can take the lift,
but the way to appreciate the building and the art work fully is by
climbing the winding ramps and suspended walk ways.

 With the reflective surfaces, changing light patterns, sounds effects, and open drops, 
this was not wonderful for my vertigo but
 rich in stimulation of the senses.
(I know it's very tame compared with Frank Gehry interiors
 which I've visited and found more challenging).

 The labels attached to this ramp are tied by local people who were invited
 to catalogue their appreciation of the building
 and what has happened in it since it opened.

 There were lovely interactive art installations on the ramps,
 though this great photo of mine shows none of them.
 I made electronic music,
 watched videos,
 shared laughter,
sent an animated bird-like creation flying around the ramps
 by dancing on an electronic pad,
and much more.

  

Here I am becoming part of the art work.
Fortuitously I was wearing toning pink which fit in with the d├ęcor!

Back on the ground floor
 and gravitating to a welcome little tooth full of something in the restaurant
 there were more yellow labels on the chairs.
 
The one at my table said
"It's good that people can come here,
have a snack,
 and meet other people".

I think that says it all really.

The Public
 has provided a magnificent space for the people of West Bromwich.
A focus, and a platform for them,
 and for folk from further afield.


 Where will the knitting group meet
 when this community space is closed I wonder?


The decision to lease the building to a local college
 has been taken by the local government authority
who created a trust to run The Public.

Despite the increasing volume of visitors
 no doubt the cost of running it has prompted the decision.

I wonder if it has taken a while for local people
 to begin to realise the full potential
 of this courageous venture?

  Now it is buzzing,
 and appreciation for it growing,
 alas, too late.

Money aside, are we too conservative,
 too timid,
or too quick to look for possible negatives,
 to take up new experiences,
allow them to mature,
and make the most of them
I wonder?

 Blessings






Wednesday, 16 October 2013

Just walking.... P.S.


The sense of tears turning to joy
 is written in
 the dying of the year at autumn
which holds in it's heart
 the seed for the rising of the new life of spring.

 The whole resurrection story is here
 written in creation for us to read.
 
And if for the grass of the field how much more so for us!

Today the rain,
 tomorrow the sunshine.
 
Today the letting go and the dying,
tomorrow the receiving of the new, and re-birth.
 
Truly
 "To every season there is a time..."

Listen to Judy Collins and Pete Seeger sing his timeless classic,
"Turn, Turn, Turn".

(It's got a bit of a cheesy intro but that only takes a moment!)


 
Be Blessed
 

Monday, 14 October 2013

Just Walking in the Rain

This Sunday my walk around the village and it's by- ways
 could not have been more different from last week.
 
The golden autumn has given way to rain soaked grey,
 but don't you think the sodden colours of the greenery is wonderful?

 

 
 
 Truth to tell the weather reflected my own mood.
 
You might know the feeling
when it's as if the rain drops are tears
 you are trying not to shed.
 
We live in a world where the pressure to be
"HAPPY"
all the time is pretty constant,
yet how many of us actually arrive at this state of bliss?
 
Sometimes we walk in the rain and not the sun,
and I think that's alright,
don't you?
 
Of course I'm not talking about a state of depression
 which is an illness asking to be taken seriously. 
I am thinking of
 those odd times when melancholy calls us
 to a place of reflection,
perhaps of rest and withdrawing for a while
 to re-evaluate.
 
 
 Losses or hurts of all sorts, great or small, accrue in our lives,
 which we need to come to terms with
before we can set our sights
 on a clearer path ahead.
 
It's good when there is
 a friend ready to walk this bit of rainy path with us,
truly listening,
and helping us find
 that bit of light and healing
 we need to speed our way.
 
I have been privileged in my counselling days
 to accompany many on parts of their journey,
even as I have been helped many times myself.
 
Times of sadness
 rightly used
 can be the spring board to seeing
the brighter colours and clearer light
waiting to enter our lives.
 
Be Blessed