First of all, thank you all for your kind words following my previous post, we are touched by your thoughtfulness. There are so many kind people in the blogosphere.
Yesterday, I felt the need to go and look, to ‘just be’ for a while. I’d not been to see as many of the Derbyshire Open Arts event’s as I’d originally planned, so maybe that’s what drew me into Manchester, lets face it I’m not often drawn to cities.
I snook in, first thing, taking an early train, I visited a few shops (which were pretty empty, just as I like them, considering I worked in retail for decades, I’ve such a low tolerance busy shops).
Then I went to Manchester Art Gallery, they couldn’t have offered a warmer welcome to an ex florist than the installation festooning the perimeter railings
Moss, willow, seed pods, ferns, right up my street.
I had a coffee and a delicious piece of Victoria sponge in in cafe (the cake had just the right play off, between sweet butter cream and tart raspberry).
I left my shopping bounty in a locker and then spent a contented couple of hours mooching around, too many things to mention, but the Grayson Perry vase and the work by Eric Ravilious were favourites. But undoubtedly I’m most ‘in my element’ in the the gallery of craft and design. How do I explain? I’m sure there must be gallery curator jargon for it, but who knows; I just like the way the clusters of objects, link and flow into one another around the room, it manages to both feed and satiate my curiosity at the same time. Magic ehh?
Those of a curios disposition, I’m sure would be drawn to the object displayed in the gallery from Mary Greg collection. Off you go and have a rummage. Enjoy.
When I lurched back out into the Manchester streets, I found them full of hustle and bustle, time I thought to head back home to the hills.