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Not to that Osho place though!

Having had an eight day stint in Hampi and seen what I wanted to see and made what I wanted to make – well apart from my dreadful attempts at rangoli (temporary pavement art with ground up white or coloured rock) – I thought it was time to move on. It feels like staying anywhere between four and eight nights in each place works well for me. After that the food seems quite samey as I am mostly off the beaten track with street food (yum and cheap but not always particularly nutritious) and the food at the homestay/hotel.

So I took another overnight bus. But getting there was pretty hair-raising. We had left with plenty of time in a tuk tuk. Which broke down and had to be swapped. And then joy of joys there was a festival and lots of dancing and people and traffic policemen with whistles not really getting the traffic moving. I arrived a the taxi point with 15 minutes to spare – enough to rush up the street and get six pani puri – wheat hollow puffs filled with a spicy potato and doused in an even spicier sauce. You have to eat each one in a single large gulp or you get the liquid spilling down your top!

This blog has five projects and pretty much completes what I have done in Goa or beforehand. There are some Hampi projects too!

Another spiral seed pod mobile

I had learnt my lesson. Nothing made from nature comes home with me. The last one I made in the Camel Lodge went mouldy and was binned. I made one on a similar vein but left it where I had sourced the seed pods (Olaulim Backyards).

I had gathered a really interesting piece of tree in Dudhsagar which I partly covered with lilac yarn. I have called it yarn bombing but really it is bandaging to be honest! This provided a perfect nest to keep the batteries and switch for the blue set of tiny neon lights that I was going to put on this mobile.

I again used an embroidery hoop, 19 strands of waxed thread each with seven seed pods per strand. To make it easier to pierce with a needle, I soaked the seed pods so they opened out but curled up again once dry.

At the bottom I used some beads held together with a silver wire twist used for sandwich bags. In between each of the 19 strands, I put a double length of a very bright mauve acrylic chenille yarn. This mobile really spoke to me. It had a blue light I had originally wound round a tree in Pushkar but Marie preferred the white one. So, this blue light was finding a new home. I liked the very Indian juxtaposition of the bright rather over-the-top acrylic yarn with the seed pods from nature. I made it at the end of my time at Olaulim Backyards and I am not sure where they hung it up!

Goan Sewn Postcards

There was a supermarket near where Betsy and I were staying in Mandrem, North Goa. We bought a few bits and bobs there and really liked some large postcards. They were modern painted versions of Hindu gods and other Indian icons – cows and tuk tuks. She kept some but I don’t think she ever sent them. They are nice just to pin up on the wall.

I cut most of mine up and sewed them onto nice thick white card. I sat in a comfy sofa looking over the river where we could kayak in Olaulim Backyards taking a break from fighting with the manual sewing machine that I was using to make my three fabric books. I liked the idea of sewing on the cards using some interesting yarns like Tencel from my stash I had stocked up from the Finsbury Park iconic Handweavers Studio. I also enjoy cutting things out and I could edge the five of these montages with tapes going in different directions and not just square as in all the others I had made. I realised that to sew them on effectively I would need to first make a series of pin holes around each image so there weren’t untoward pin pricks coming up from the back missing where they were supposed to go! I have used this technique going forward with a great number of later projects here – see the Hampi Montages Large series in the next blog.

Purple car

One day in Mandrem, Betsy and I decided to rent out a scooter. I let her practice all morning solo and we went off together in the afternoon where I was riding pillion. Besides scooting to lunch, I had a load of flowers to photograph as I had taken a long morning walk alone. I had also found a shop that sold a purple toy car so that was another must.

I have photographed the car and already put many of these on my blog but it is quite a photogenic car and it is now all sewn up and so immobile.

The pathway is a very long uninterrupted spiral which is kept in position by couching stitches. The string was originally beige twine and I dip dyed it before sewing it down here. The car is now forever locked in and cannot feature in any other photographs as an embellishment. But all good things come to an end. All this sewing took ages. Enough time to binge out and enjoy the podcast by Sky News – What happened to Annie? Brilliant.

Purple Key-Ring Mobile

One morning I was up early. Ok let’s be totally honest. Every morning I was up early. Nah. Every morning, always and forever, I am up early. But this time I was up so early I had read my book, done my yoga and still had enough time to leave to go the monkey temple. It was a cycle ride of four kilometres to the base where you start the climb. It was very early and still dark so I attached my torch to the front of my bike. As I was nearing the base, I was completely rained on by insects. It was like cycling through a shield of flying bugs but I was glad as I know that insects have been significantly reduced in number worldwide.

I parked up and started my assent. There were quite a lot of large colourful posters of Hanuman the monkey god on the way up (see next blog for these photos). I was going as fast as I could and was rather disappointed when I reached the step that said 476. I thought I had only done 100 as I knew the total was 576 steps. But joy of joys I only had 100 to go. At the top there were three groups. Loads of Israelis, quite a few Russians and a few odds and sods like me! The monkeys there were very adept at taking biscuits you offered but also stole water bottle, unscrewed them and drank the water. After sunrise I made my way down and was so excited to find a stall selling all sorts of trinkets. In particular I found seven purple key-rings. I have sorted out their hairstyles with some rubber from balloons I have with me (for a future project) and threaded them on some sticks so they look a bit like a hanging mobile for a child’s bedroom. Using a simple stitch, I made a spiral macramé tape to hang this mobile up.

Random Set of Montages

These were made in Olaulim using a variety of central pieces. Part of the joy was having bought thick 400 gm card so that glue doesn’t cause the card to warp. As always, I was beset by very unsticky sticky tape and worrying about whether seed pods would work in the long term and not go mouldy.

I had spare textile pieces from my fabric books.

I think the one I like the most is the skull. This was an iron on badge I had brought from the UK. A few years ago skulls were very trendy and so I bought loads. But Betsy refused to have her school/uni bag decorated any further and so I was left with this lonesome skull. I had carried it around with me for months and so now was the time to seal its fate. As it happens, I found a spare piece of purple felt for a petal that was no longer needed so I gouged out some eyes and put on a piece of mirror for a nose.

There were in total seven in this series but I didn’t get around to photographing all of them together and they are now in Highgate as they went in the end of January Goa shipment.

Aside on shipping stuff home….

Now that was an experience and an expense! In Pushkar they charged 250 rupees per kg. In Ahmadabad 400. But my first quote in Panjim, Goa was 1,600 per kg! Oh my gosh. So, I went to the post office which was much more reasonable. But it needed to be put into boxes and wrapped in a white sheet, the address put on with a marker and sewn up by hand. The man was pretty elderly and watching him threading the needle was like extracting teeth but we got there in the end and so far one has arrived! These two boxes with a total weight of 16 kg cost 8,000 rupees so not so cheap!

3^rd Chakra – solar plexus

3^rd Chakra – the solar plexus chakra – yellow

Take a few cleansing breaths. Taking in all the good and all the new and exhaling all that does not serve your highest good. Breathe into areas that feel tight and release that tension with every exhale. Find complete relaxation in your mind and body.

Breathe in light, breathe out tension, breathe in love, breathe out fear.

The 3^rd chakra is located in the solar plexus just above the navel. It is the seat of our ego and where we draw seeds motivation for our dreams and desires. When in balance we are able to appreciate people and all things around us.

Let these affirmations be your affirmations.

I am a powerful person.

I am in control of my life.

I am happy and peaceful.

I choose not to let fear hold me back.

And remember as you go on with your day, in all situations choose love over fear.

The chakra corresponds to the third seven years from 14 to 21 when you really are being released into the big wide world. You often think of yourself as being an adult but this isn’t really the case and there is still another four to five years until you will be your adult self but society releases you out there whether you like it or not. I do wonder if I was fully formed then? I certainly thought I was but I am now having second opinions about this when I look back on this time. Certainly, peer relationships were of utmost importance. But they are still now at 54!

So this is it for my first Pune post. There is no wifi (really none at all!) where I am staying so I have had to hop into town in search of a dongle. No mean feat when I am really staying 25 km from the town with the worst roads imaginable! But success…..

They steal food from your hand at breakfast and take water bottles and open them. Amazing!

I am staying outside Hampi in a small rural village called Anegundi. I wander around singing the song about their hometown in Fiddler on the Roof – Anatevka (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RWiRetxeviw). They are both poor but the kids are happy. Muslims and Hindus live side by side and join in each others celebrations but don’t tend to intermarry. The children are outside playing all day with no shoes. I was told this was cultural rather than because of poverty – they wear them in the morning for school. However it is much hotter here than Anatevka. They are both small agricultural villages with the same number of syllables and start with Ana….. Anyway I keep singing the Anatevka song as I wander around here!

Fabric Books

Knowing I was sending home a shipment from Goa meant I really had to put together my fabric books. These are like a personal journey of what I have been doing in India and also there are some items that I had brought with me specifically to put inside them. I wanted to make three and prepared the paper from wallpaper, crepe paper and tissue paper in Pushkar.

All were stiffened with glue and tracing paper. They would be 10 pages long and all the paper had to be protected by thin organza. And backed with fabric too. However, I couldn’t find organza and so bought a thin stole with gold embroidered circles I was going to cut up for this purpose. It was too white for me so I dyed it off white with tea.

I persuaded Pirkko from Olaulim Backyards to source a sewing machine for me as I was going to stay there for over a week. However, her machine she had lent out was returned without the presser foot. So, a friend of her lent her one for me. It was an old hand operated Singer. By the end my right-hand biceps muscle was pretty sore but I did have three finished fabric books.

I had learnt how to make fabric books on a week’s holiday in Limoges at Fran and Phil’s wonderful Crafty Retreats (https://www.craftyretreats.com/) with a marvellous tutor Anne Kelly (http://www.annekellytextiles.com/).

I placed all manner of things pertinent to my time on my sabbatical. I cut up cards people had given me to wish me luck, some old music, lots of bits of vintage textiles, fabric from Anokhi and lace from Slanchogled that I had previously dyed in Pushkar.

I used ribbons I had brought with and flowers I had bought to decorate items here. I had also (ridiculously) bought a whole load of wall paper of 16 different dogs from our downstairs toilet in our family house in Highgate which we sold at the end of October 2019. In Pushkar I coloured them all in with a variety of purple pens and each dog had a small “collar” sewn on. I also put in some felt I had previously used to make some jewellery in the Camel lodge and quite a few business cards I had picked up in India along the way. There were also some things I had picked up in the streets (and washed) like old fabric scraps (lilac) in Pushkar and some spotty paper purple tape in Devpur.

For the back I used the sheet I was given in the Dia Homestay so I could paint there without making all their floors and tables purple.

Some parts of the backing fabric needed extra embellishment and I used acrylic paints and some puff paint as well as sprays of small plastic and paper flowers I had picked up in local stationary shops. I also used the stencil I had used on paper and fabric in Mandrem, Goa. One book had a very long thin leather tie and other two used the gold embroidery fabric left over from the stole from Ahmadabad.

These will be lovely memories not least because of the hard work to get the machine to work!  

More montages

There are going to be several inserts like this. Finding 400 gm lovely white A4 water colour paper really has been a blessing here. It means you can glue things on it without it warping at all. Because the tape is often so unsticky it needs to be stuck down additionally! More importantly I do them when avoiding starting other projects.

This set was made at Vivenda dos Palhaços in Majorda, South Goa. This series is a bit of a hotpotch of bits and bobs. Using some stuff up and trying techniques like inserting niqab pins (dark pinky purple!) into a felt shape without pricking myself.

There is a bit of a heart theme with the felt heart I had brought out from the UK, a heart necklace I had bought with Betsy in Anjuna flea market and accidentally dropped and broken! This meant I could use the centre piece here but also I could utilise the black beads in other projects. They feature in my latest spiral mobile (see future blog) and of course more montages. The shell one photographed in the group shot has switched category and appears below!

Shells

These were made from shells collected when Harry came to join me in Goa. He would sit on the sunbed reading his book and I would wander off to collect shells on beaches around Majorda in South Goa. Some I painted with a dilute purple paint. Others I put lashings of thick acrylic paint. I picked shells with spirals or some that were still joined in the middle. They reminded me of butterflies. There were long thin white ones which were the remnants of the central part of the long spiral shells and they looked like hollow teeth.

I made them in Dudhsagar Plantation (http://www.dudhsagarplantation.com/) because I was avoiding doing my felting which I had set myself to do! Once all the shells were used up, I had no option but to do the felting!  

I photographed them in the early evening in this lovely and remote and pretty basic place. But I met some really interesting people here and felt a bit of a spice plantation expert as I had done two already in Goa with Betsy (Tropical Spice Plantation – http://www.tropicalspiceplantation.com/) and with Harry (Savoi Plantation – http://savoiplantations.com/) and Ashok showed us around his plantation. Here I saw pineapples for the first time (see blog on words with three Ps from 21^st January 2020).

Felting

I have been felting for many years. I always explain it to people that riders would originally put fleece between them and the camel under the saddle, ride across the desert and by the end of the journey the pressure and heat (as well as a bit of sweat I suspect) would have turned the fleece into felt.

For a long time, I did wet hand felting and even did a short course with Tania in Ireland but it is wet and hard work. Often, I start it off by hand and then resort to the washing machine. This means the job gets done and the felt is nice and thick but you don’t really have much control over it. I made a lovely grey felt hat with a white hatch work pattern and black edges I wore for ages.

More recently I have been on a needle felting course in Dunstable with Nic Cremona (an excellent tutor) where I made a dog which was dogish-like but not something I think is great! But I will return to further workshops (https://www.theworkhousedunstable.co.uk/) It does take time. I can be slow when I am knitting and crocheting but most other things, I like to be fast! Needle felting is very repetitive and you do get three dimensional results. And, as Sarah pointed out (see below) it is good for getting out any aggression! It is a bit like sculpture with wool using a hammering technique. I am just not sure that I am good at it? A bit like my painting!

So, I brought quite a bit of kit out. Felting needles and reverse felting needles – you do this at the end to make it look a bit scruffier but my work is scruffy enough without this extra level! I also bought pipe cleaners, a block to work on and quite a large amount of a lilac and purple merino fleece from the Handweavers Studio. I sent the block back a while earlier as I had a yoga mat which would serve the purpose.

Whilst in Dudhsagar I met Sarah who was volunteering and she was a felter. I felt inspired and off I went. I did have visions of making something pertinent to my theme. This large opening which was like a huge mouth and spiralled (solidly) down as a long hollow tube with kinks and turns. I just couldn’t work out how to do it so settled on making five flowers of three petals with stamens. I also made the stalks made from fleece covered pipe cleaners. I made five smaller flowers of lilac and five slightly larger ones of purple. Making flowers ensured the 10 vases I had bought and painted would be of use. I had bought them to satisfy a market spending need (all 10 came to 280 rupees) but I am not sure they will end up in pieces?

Also, I could utilise the excess fleece for packaging my montages so it all left India via my Goan shipment at the end of January 2020. A big phew! And a few needles – well two as I had broken five with my exuberant felting!

The Sacral Chakra (2nd)

Take a few cleansing breaths. Deep inhales and exhales. Notice any areas of tension and breathe into these areas and let this tension go.

Breathe in light, breathe out tension, breathe in love, breathe out fear.

The sacral chakra is our second primary energy centre. It is the centre for creativity, relationships, emotional body and pleasure. It is orange colour and it is 5 cm below the navel.

We need to let go of guilt that we have in our relationships, in our creativity, in our sexuality and in our emotions. Imagine releasing all guilt making room for joy and pleasure.

These are sacral affirmations.

I deserve pleasure in my life

I reawaken my passion

I release all guilt

I surrender to this moment

This chakra corresponds to the second seven years from aged seven to 14 when you are forming relationships and the world is becoming a much bigger place. You move from your close-knit family and community to having peers who become increasingly important. I will enter this when I am 56 in just over a year. Please take joy and peace forward into your day!

I shall be heading on from the wonderful temples, boulders and fields of wet padi this weekend. I have enjoyed the slow way of life here. The children who play outside after school asking me for “one school pen”, the women washing clothes outside every morning as few have plumbed inside water sources let alone washing machines and the men wearing dhotis for the most part (but over long shorts!).

I decided that a combination of lots of old and often semi-ruined temples combined with boulders that looked like they had been sent down from some outer galaxy would be good start for my last month in India. I wanted to do some rangoli. These are temporary pavement decorations often in white but in colour for festivals usually found outside peoples houses. They use ground up rock and my guide Regu gave me some of his stash and I bought some purple powder paint to alter the colour for two rupees. More of that in a later blog.

Being in India with my time now coming to the end, I have decided put in a small entry about chakras. Today I have decided to blitz out on the seven short meditations I have downloaded from my Yoga Studio App. It also ties in with some of what I learnt at Kitty Masala Yoga in Mandrem, Goa early January 2020. This will be the penultimate entry before my general blurby sign off.

This blog will be a totally photographic one. Of course all the images in this blog are photographs (occasional videos) but this particular initial February one will be only of photographs where I have been either inspired by nature or have photographed things in my theme or items I have arranged. I hope you enjoy the pictures!

Early mornings in Goa

For those who know me I am up with the larks. This has continued throughout my time in India. And for some reason early mornings in Goa seem to have been especially lovely. I have also fiddled around with my camera making it deliberately out of focus to enjoy the special light at the that time. In Olaulim Backyards (www.olaulimgoa.com) I really loved seeing the mist on the water which continued on from blue hour, golden hour and through sunrise. It was frankly magical.

The other photos were taken at Dudhsagar Plantation which was very densely planted and one from the time I spent in Mandrem fiddling around outside the room so as not to wake up my teenage daughter! In fact, I still fitted in a 90-minute yoga session at 0800 at Kitty Masala and returned to find Betsy just about waking up!

Fabrics

I have always been passionate about fabrics. As a teenager I used to make most of my clothes and on my gap year I had (what I thought then!) was a fantastic idea. I would buy a roll of 20 meters of material and design a whole load of separates that could be worn individually or as layers. It was white fabric with a slight slub and each piece had an individual decorated small piece of embroidery or bead work. I still have a few pieces – two tops (one with smocking and the other with bead work). I never went commercial with my idea and I am not sure it would have come to much.

Anyway, my main reason for going to Gujarat was to chase textiles and I wasn’t disappointed. Best as an all-round introduction to the textiles of Kutch was the Living and Learning Design Centre (http://shrujanlldc.org/) outside Bhuj. This not only had loads of different sorts of textile and embroideries but personal stories of those who made them and a hands-on guide with textiles in various stages of embroidery so you could see how it was made.

All these textiles are from a vintage shop in Bhuj. They are all small samples which I went on to utilise in different ways. They are taken in the early morning light on the roof in Bhuj House.

Purple Goan Flowers

I went a bit mad photographing flowers in Goa. Clearly some of the purple ones I saw I had seen in Rajasthan and Gujarat but many were new. Also, I saw quite a few poking up through bits of sidewalks or roaming around the five different properties I stayed at whilst I was out walking or running. Being in each place for the minimum of four days meant I really had plenty of time to seek them out. Like last time I posted purple flowers, I have not tried to name them. I know there are apps but preparing this blog and watching Money Heist in Spanish on Netflix means I spend enough time on screens as it is. To be honest I have really whittled down my collection of purple flowers here! But I have done this in terms of novelty, if I like how the picture looks and if it is a novel flower for me. Enjoy!

Purple flowers with Laku the dog

Being so obsessed with purple I collected a number of fallen purple petals from some lovely flowers in the Olaulim garden. I had already bought five small vases from the market in Mapusa for 150 rupees. I had washed them with a very dilute paint so that the pruple in the spiral ridges would show more. I was going to use them for my felted flowers (see later blog) but thought they would be good for this short project. I also collected a few similar yellow flowers as a contrast (yellow is opposite on the colour wheel from purple so they enhance the colour of each other). Laku decided to sleep on my veranda that morning in Olaulim so he is in most of the photos. It was quite tricky to get him to lie down when I placed flowers on his back (so there aren’t any of them!) but he did tolerate the coconut pot near to him with flowers in it.

The Root Chakra

You have to imagine this as a meditation practice

This represents the divine within us and all around us. We are one. So you begin by breathing all the good and all the new and on your exhale release all that no longer serves you.

Breath in light, breath out tension, breath in love, breath out fear.

The root chakra is right at the base of your spine. The colour is red. You are safe, stable, grounded and secure. This earth element represents security and stability. This is your foundation and connection to the physical earth beneath you. To grow to your full potential you need a solid foundation. You can say the following to acknowledge this.

I am grounded and connected to the earth and all living things.

I am balanced, stable and secure.

I am rooted in my truth.

The chakras can be connected to periods of our lives. The root chakra represents the first seven years from our birth. This means that during that time we are provided with security that will last us a lifetime. As there are seven chakras once you get to 49 years old you start all over again. So I, at 54, am back in this root chakra for another 15 months.

Well done for wading through far too many photographs but really any flower that didn’t make an appearance would be so sad! I am now settling into life with the temples and boulders but haven’t made the crossing as yet to Hampi. There is always some excuse to do a ride in a coracle, cycle about the wet padi gleaming in the sun or walking round this village with lots of women weaving, knitting and crocheting with banana trunk fibre.

I felt very mixed about Goa when I arrived. I was seeking warmth and it certainly has this. But it felt very different from the rest of India. More finished off and it was much more expensive. I have spent more than double here in one month than I did in Rajasthan. But having two kids and flights at peak times does really set the cat amongst the pigeons financially!

But the Goa pace really grows on you and I realised that I really like staying in places for between four and nine days where the owners are on site and there are about five rooms. This means you often eat with other guests but have freedom during the day to do your own thing. I shall be sad to be leaving.

Logo ideas

One thing I wanted to do was design a logo to fit with my theme – not the now morphed purple, spiral and prime one but the original one – How Time Goes Faster as You Get Older. It was going to be in purple or its shades, and it would heavily feature spirals and if I was going to do a series of them in a particular medium then it would be a prime number! I did five or seven in fact.

I started off on the beach in Mandrem, north Goa. This was an easy place to do this as were staying virtually on the beach and our particular part had no deck chairs or cafes on the sand. So, this meant there was ample space for me to do some sand drawings or rather swirly spiral shapes using my fingers in the wet sand once the tide went out. Some people did come up and ask me what I was doing but mostly this was in Russian and so I just had to shrug and say I didn’t speak Russian.

I then did further logo ideas using water colours, acrylic paints and drawing them on the computer. I photographed them around the very pretty place I was staying in Majorda, South Goa at Vivenda dos Palhaços (www.vivendagoa.com).

So, the bottom line. I had fun making up these logo ideas and no I don’t have a preferred one that I could decide is my logo favourite. So, my logo ideas will remain as that. Ever changing.

They have to be free flowing, fluid, purple and spirally often with dots. Because if you can’t draw (and really, I can’t and cannot be bothered to learn) then dots and swirly shapes are easy. Even for me.

Post soap shavings project

I wasn’t sure what to do with the soap that I had shaved and used in the spiral soap shaving project (see earlier blog on 7th Jan). I squished a load of the spirals together and thought I could make some montages using some glitter netting I had bought in Margao. I had bought some new stick on jewels and I still had a lot of my original washi tapes to use up. It is a fun project but it needed special packing with fleece to protect it to return to London.

Spirals

It was quite early on that I realised my understanding of the my them about How Time Goes Faster as you Get Older would embrace spirals as central.

Of course, as it is one thing I can doodle and so being able to draw spirals would be an added bonus. Actually, a necessity when you are as rubbish at drawing as I am! This particular project was started by Amy Russell who is working with Casa Susegad to increase their social media footfall.

She went around taking photos of spirals for me. Oh, and Rory the kitten she has been charged to care for!

Once you start you can go a bid mad seeing spirals everywhere. Especially in Goa where many people have wrought iron gates often with spiral designs.

And spirals abound in nature too.

I decided that as frangipani is my most favoured flower scent here, I could do another project with them if I made them into a spiral and swung them about on a swing. I did also twist up the swing but that video really is too much. Just them swinging backwards and forwards is enough!

And then I met Robb Lawton whilst staying at Olaulim Backyards (and he got the whole spiral thing so I have three links connected to him and his sons). Robb was an engineer but is now retired and a keen cyclist and pianist. Here he is playing https://soundcloud.com/user-489434128/the-windmills-of-your-mind the Windmills of Your Mind – yup pretty spiral I think? Well enough to fit in the theme! One son (Tom) is an inventor and I love his solar powered spiral made from plastic waste dredged from the sea (https://www.tomlawton.com/) and the other (Will) is a musician and composer (https://www.willlawtonmusic.co.uk/). I was drawn to his piece the Golden Ratio. This is found everywhere in nature and here is the simplest explanation I could find. The Golden Ratio (also known as the Golden Section, Golden Mean, Divine Proportion or Greek letter Phi – φ (uppercase) ϕ (lowercase)) exists when a line is divided into two parts and the longer part (a) divided by the smaller part (b) is equal to the sum of (a) + (b) divided by (a), which both equal 1.618. Reading it back through maybe I don’t really understand it! And even if the golden ratio isn’t really a spiral the lower case letter phi ϕ is certainly spiralish! So the Lawton men are very creative but I loved the Lawton women I met (Lynne – Robb’s wife and Katie his daughter who runs Bhuj house where I stayed whilst in Gujarat).

Water and Rainbows

One morning after my run along the nature trail I was having my breakfast when I noticed some the nearby foliage was being watered. It was a lovely sound but when I went closer there were rainbows to be seen and photographed. And as we all know. One of the colours is purple!

I loved the way the camera catches the water and the dashed linear lines of the rainbow.

Next time I will be in the final month of my sabbatical. I will start in Hampi in the Indian state of Karnataka. This has loads of temples and boulders which look like they have come from outer space.

I am staying in Olaulim Backyards with the following….

Savio and Pirkko who own this wonderfully serene place. Then there are their teenage children who often help out (impressive for teenagers!), other guests and ……

a donkey, a goat, a pony, three cats, four dogs. This morning I saw frogs jumping around and I am told there are fish eating crocodiles in the river but they are shy and haven’t been spotted recently. Mantra, the donkey, has a distinctive bray which people often record for their phone ring. Currently I have dogs barking on my phone to distinguish it from the other iPhone rings at work! I think I would quite like a woodpecker actually. The donkey eeey-ooohr would scare people when my phone rang.

Painting and Drawing

I used pens, charcoal, pencils, felt tips, crayons and oil pastels. I tried to copy the designs that I had made from the Spirograph I made originally. I did them all super quickly. Often holding more than one pen in my hand at a time.

Overall, I was very disappointed with these drawings. It brought home to me loud and clear that I cannot draw. It felt I had done too many and that I was careless and not really describing what I want. I think it is bound up in doing things as quickly as possible when I don’t feel confident in them. So, my knitting and crochet are really good and are slow. Anything I have ever made in knitting with big needles and thick wool which takes only a short amount of time, I don’t really like. So, it is really no surprise that I feel I am not good at something, rush it and then get disillusioned.

I even had a try at electronic drawing on my Microsoft pro laptop and was more pleased with this than my drawings on A3. I think I had even chosen such large pieces of paper to do a huge drawing as quickly as possible. Drawing sabotage.

In Boroda (Vadodara) after I had done my washi tape circles, I felt confident to try and tackle the paintbrush again! I did a practice with five different brushes that I bought for applying makeup – I only wear lipstick and eyeliner and because I cry so readily rarely mascara. I drew first round some circular shapes. I used the foam pad (to apply eye shadow) and this worked well. There were small gaps and I used all the different purples I could muster up. I used the djecko felt tip pens which you could blur with water and also worked well but only on this small practice one. I wonder if they have just run out! I also tried with the permanent markers and surprise they didn’t water down or bleed out at all! Silly me. Then I used the applicator most similar to a paintbrush with one colour which I watered down until I reached the edge and this was one of my favourite techniques. Finally, I used the rouge brush but it should really only be applying rouge – rubbish as a paint applicator!

In the end I only did two final pieces – the one with the foam eyeshadow pad and the paint brush with increasingly diluted colour as you reached the edge of the paper.

Feeling slightly more confident and mindful I really cannot continue carrying around the large fixative spray, I did some similar charcoal drawings. Firstly, on lilac paper as my white is running out. I chose which pencil (of the rather inferior ones from Tiger!) worked best and did two finished pieces I think are passable.  

My final pieces were made at the beginning of my time in Goa using a stencil that I had bought in Ahmadabad. I know. Not really drawing or paining but rather filling in!

As it was so hot in our room I moved to a yoga tent and Betsy came with to paint (on paper and herself!). The only problem was when she used acrylic paint on herself which was difficult to remove and I needed her to model in my Tatouage project (see blog 14th January 2020 Getting into Goa).

They aren’t really painting or drawing but I think I have come to terms with my inability to paint or draw. There are some further ideas for a logo which I will post in a later blog. To be honest, I just don’t have the patience!

Scooting about the Place

I knew that we would rent a scooter when Harry came out as he has done this before, is proficient and has had riders on the back. Also, we were staying pretty off the beaten track so getting a scooter was a given. However, Betsy was keen we rent one too. We did it for a day because that was enough stress for both of us and to be honest, we were in the thick of it and didn’t really need one. But I did travel on the back of it to take photos of purple Goan flowers! And we went off to a shop that sold bindis so I could make some more art projects with them. We also went to lunch at Kitty Masala where we had some smoothie bowls.

When Harry came out, we bit the bullet and hired it for six days.

I tried it tentatively once and then Harry suggested we go for a longer trip and he was very encouraging and we made it! Phew. Having a scooter meant when Harry came, we had a lovely time visiting way off grid places and having fun.

Coins

I had decided that the next project to be completed was felting. I had carried along the fleece, felting needles, pipe cleaners for far too long and I was over half way through January and the time had come. But I had forgotten how to felt – well actually I hadn’t but I really wanted to carry on my montages using my method of foil centre and tapes around the edge.

I had a collection of five different Indian coins and so they sung to me more – use me, use me rather than the felt! The coins weren’t purple.

Had never been but they would make a nice centre piece on the chocolate foil pieces I was using. I have made so many of these montages but the foil just isn’t running out! The tapes have and I am now a regular at any shop that says paper or stationary or gift on the outside to buy yet more rather unsticky tape! I managed to make the coin project last a whole day along with reading, yoga and swimming in the nature pool whilst listening and saying hello to the frogs rather than start on the felt. Worse still in my head was, by complete co-incidence, another felter staying there for me to check on techniques. Even worse for my procrastination self. Yes not a usual state but the felt was really getting to me!

Obsessions with Goan Purple

Arriving in Goa with all the colour was magical. North Goa had some purple – flowers and lots of clothes for sale to tourists in my sabbatical colour! But moving to Casa Susegad was like a dream come true. The whole place was painted various of my long list of purples. I shall spare you and not repeat the list now. But some of the words like heliotrope are lovely!

I enjoyed taking photos of the staff who wore a bluey purple uniform. It was unusual as nearly all the staff were women – most places seemed to have employees who were all men. I noticed how the owners (Carole and Norman) had very personable relationships for their staff having known them for many years. They told me best to take the photograph of them at 4pm when they all sat down and had chai!

Other photographs were taken at the time of day when the light can be said to be purple or anything that caught my attention. Nothing too serious. Just an mild obsession!

Over and out this Tuesday morning at the end of January 2020. I am busy with my sewing and felting (I did get on with it in the end!) as well as some more sticking (of course) for my next shipment later this week.

I have moved to the backwaters of Goa. I was staying on a spice plantation in modest accommodation. I loved the frogs in the natural pond the most. Usually I am repulsed by slimy creatures (slugs and snails mostly) but I loved the noises they make. They have a nature trail around the plantation that I have used as an early morning run. On my last day I took a video in a circle. I wanted to speed up at the end so that it would be like a spiral but then I would have fallen off the boulder I was standing on!

Chintamani Al Chemistry

I have tried to curtail my spend whilst in India. I have bought far too much stuff out from the UK and already shipped back two boxes of 25 Kg each and plan to send another soon. But this shop (Chintamani Al Chemistry https://www.etsy.com/shop/chintamanialchemi/) in Mandrem was so beautifully designed and no one was hassling you to buy anything which made shopping there a very pleasant experience.

I would have bought the whole shop but it wasn’t cheap, so I decided on a dress, a shawl/coat/wrap, fabric boots and a bag. Yes, this was rather over the top but I have already worn it loads and will do so in the UK. I love wearing boots and the leather ones I have here from fly London are too heavy to be honest. They are purple though! I bought them before the current obsession started.

When I was paying, the shop assistant gave me some stickers from the shop and I used these in two montages. Seemed like a good plan early one morning at Vivenda dos Palhaços when I was in full sticking and pasting mode. I went a bit mad the next morning and photographed and videoed them in the pool on metal trays used to deliver food and drink!

Rory the Kitten with Purple

Arriving at Casa Susegad was for sure enhanced by having a kitten there.

He was full steam ahead up to all the antics of confident kittens. I am not sure he helped much with Harry’s maths but he did like to play with the purple ball I made him and the purple toy car.

Amy Russell was responsible for him and he loved her unconditionally. Sometimes I would hold him whilst she would escape to her room to have some Rory free time. As Casa Susegad is mostly blues and purples wherever Rory went it fitted my colour theme.

Interesting all the houses in Goa are very different to the rest of India. They are clearly designed using the original Portuguese architecture. Interestingly I thought they were always painted bright colours but this actually isn’t the case but a recent change now that people can afford luscious paint colours now and because of the climate need to repaint very often. It does mean there are a great deal of purple properties.

Mostly Purple Stuff with Betsy     

Betsy and I did a couple of touring days out. Firstly, we went to Old Goa and the surrounds. We arrived at Bom Jesus Church where the remains of Saint Francis Xavier were interred. She had studied about him in her A-level Theology class and was keen to go. I asked her to take photos of me outside by the purple door and there was a rather scary sculpture of Jesus looking rather bloody. She also made me stand by the ‘relics only’ sign. I played along although she perceives me as old and done, with I certainly don’t! We then went to a spice plantation and the Olaulim backwaters to kayak.

Then we went on another trip to the Anjuna Wednesday flea market. Betsy had a necklace with her name made and bought a bag that looked like it came from Victoria Secrets. This was for laundry at Leeds Uni.

One afternoon we did purple face masks – actually only the packaging was purple and the masks were white. And then I found a load of selfies that Betsy had taken on my camera. I don’t even know how to do them! I hope she approves of the ones I have uploaded here. If she doesn’t then that is a usual mother/daughter disagreement situation. Hey ho……

China and Cushions

Apart from the purple I am not sure these really are an essential part of any project here! However, I liked the china they were using at Devpur so I photographed it.

The cushions (purple!) were stacked overnight so they didn’t get wet in the covered banquets and they made for a fun early morning photography venture in Mandrem before anyone was up – well apart from me!

Om

This is actually pronounced aum with two vowels and a consonant at the end. This was something that Anika taught us at the early morning Kitty Masala yoga class in Mandrem, Goa. Om signifies the essence of the ultimate reality and is integral to both Yoga and Hinduism.

Om’, ‘Ohm’ or ‘Aum’ is a sacred sound that is known generally as the sound of the universe. Om is all encompassing, the essence of ultimate reality, and unifies everything in the universe.

I found two packets of eight stickers at one of the many stationary shops I managed to find in Goa. Luckily this added up to my theme of lower prime numbers (except I now know 1 is not a prime – thanks Harry but grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr). So, I did four montages with my foil and tapes. It does seem significant that 1 + 3 + 5 + 7 = 16.

I like what Om signifies……. It can refers to Atman (soul, self within) and Brahman (ultimate reality, entirety of the universe, truth, divine, supreme spirit, cosmic principles, knowledge). It is often found at the beginning and the end of chapters in Hindu texts such as the Vedas.

I am now at my final Goan destination with the Pirkko and Savio Fernandes in Olaulim Backwaters (http://www.olaulimgoa.com/) and arrived yesterday. I took out a kayak to see the sunset and had to weave in and out of some fishing nets. Lucky I am not a bad kayaker and it all worked out well.

I have now successfully sorted out how to use Goa Miles to get to my next port of call – Dudhsangar (www.dudhsagarplantation.com). This is the Goa version of Uber and much cheaper than other taxis. It can be a bit hit and miss getting it to pick you up and as I don’t have an Indian sim card (trying to keep off devices!) they can’t get hold of me that easily. Having turned off WhatsApp doesn’t help that either but so far it has worked and the pick up place seems to come up ok on their location settings. Here at Vivenda dos Palhaços (http://www.vivendagoa.com/), I have to say goodbye to Charlotte (co-owner with her brother Simon), the lovely staff and the basset hounds Totty (not short for anything!) and Gigolo (NEITHER named by Charlotte she assures me) and the street dog Kitten. I do love their logo.

During my time in India I have been writing in a number of books. I bought the first three in Anokhi (https://www.anokhi.com/) in Jaipur as I love their stationary. I also bought cards there and have used them all up!

1 The smallest is for reflections on animals at one end and for expenses at the other.

2 Next is a general thoughts about what is going on in my head book. This was a substitute for my ‘morning pages’ that I had diligently done since March 2018. Three pages of A4 handwritten every morning as suggested by Julia Cameron in the Artist’s Way. It is like a mind dump and several very useful revelations would come to me through the process of handwriting. But here I have other books and so haven’t written like this here. At the other end are notes I recorded whilst on various journeys.

3 This is a book of all my ideas for what I am going to make including technical details. Quite often I haven’t made some of my ideas but it has been helpful when I am getting stuck. At the back is a list of all the fiction and non-fiction books I have read (or being honest here – started and shipped back).

4 Next is a flowery paisley book I bought yesterday and have decided that I will cut and paste things for the last six weeks. Usually I do this when away but have only decided to start now – mostly because I found this book made from recycled paper with a purple cover now!

5 I bought this book at the airport in Delhi and I didn’t really like the cover so used some very thick acrylic paint in Pushkar to cover it purple. I use this to record what I have actually made and the process – as if I was going to repeat it! A bit like my laboratory methods section for my thesis on linkage analysis for Paroxysmal Extreme Pain Disorder (previously Familial Rectal Pain).

6 I found this marvellous book with 100 pages in my colour theme in the market in Pushkar. I decided I would write all my good and wholesome memories of my long time together (35 years) with Adrian before our divorce. I would not allow myself to go online to jog my memory! It is incredible how reliant we are on google to check things out. I also refused to go on to PhotoBox to jog my memory where I have 1000s of family photographs. I am getting near the end with a wealth of great memories. It has been very restorative and of course sad. But as most of you know. It doesn’t take much for me to cry. Just listening to the theme song of the movie Love Story sets me off!

Bindi and Mehndi

Bindi are used to decorate the forehead for Hindus. They are for sale everywhere (well not really in Goa!) and super cheap. They are fun to stick and I have used them in a number of circular and spiral projects using interesting handmade paper. Most of these projects were done at Devpur where the light was fantastic and this inspired me.

I have always been fascinated by the process and end result of hennaed hands usually for weddings (known as mendhi). When I went to the Anjuna Wednesday flea market (https://anjunafleamarket.business.site/) with Betsy I bought some stick-on pink (they didn’t have purple!) mehndi and we had fun one morning after breakfast applying them to her arms. Once the photography session was over, I had some large A3 paper I had bought at the paper factory in Ahmadabad to place them permanently to return to the UK in the end of Jan shipment.

By then Betsy had had enough of my craft projects so I had to draw around my arms myself. Just then I typed had had. This reminds me of the sentence where you have 11 of the words had in a row. I will change the names from Peter, John and the teacher to make it more Goan.

Joachim, where Salvador had had “had had”, had had “had”; “had had” had had the approval of the teacher Juanita. Brilliant – 11 (prime number!) hads……

Butterflies

When I was going up to Pavagadh near Boroda (Vadodara) with Toby we passed a stall selling some stick-on layered butterflies. Some had purple in them so I bought the packet of five. I was planning to use them in my fabric books but in the end, I couldn’t resist using them up with my tapes on the lovely card Norman and Amy bought me from Margao.

I seem to have come up with a formula that works for me. I make five of a series (see next blog of Om using a similar design and further ones of shells and coins). I stick the central piece on one of the colourful foil pieces that are for those making and selling handmade chocolates. I use some of the various tapes I have brought with me (washi tape) or some of what I have bought here. To make the corners special and sometimes to cover what might not be the best mitred edge I stick shells or gold hoops or other bits and bobs.

In Casa Susegad Norman and Carole had bar stools made and they were all painted slightly different colours of blue/green hues. I took individual and then lined up the chairs and took the group. Then I discovered that Amy Russell who is working with Norman and Carole is a far better photographer than me and so she happily did the honours to great effect.

Goa Lights

Not unlike the photography at night project in the Secret Garden in Pushkar I enjoyed whizzing my camera around at night making pretty patterns with lights in the evening in Goa. I did them both in Mandrem at BeachStreet Eco Resort and then in Casa Susegad. Besides whizzing the camera at full speed, I also took off the autofocus to take some interesting photos of the fairy lights in a bottle so that they were super out of focus.

We spend our waking hours mostly when it is light as we are so visually dependant but blue hour, golden hour and night reveal really beautiful shapes, lights and colours. Sometimes the camera will produce something altogether very different from what we can see. Particularly if the photo is exposed over time or is set to be out of focus. It is like having an alternative control over what is available through your light sensing ability.

Favourite Words with Three Ps which Resonate with me.

Every morning I would run in the mango orchard in Devpur and to alleviate the tedium of running I would make up sentences with the letter p. As all my themes have p in them. Spiral, prime and purple. Then I thought about all the words with three ps in them….

Panpipes

I have always loved this music. It started on a skiing trip to Switzerland where every night a panpipe player would entertain all the guests early evening. My kids would roll their eyes and sigh and I would be in heaven and crying as the music was so haunting and melodious. Here is a good collection https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1SFpJ1EkU1w.

Paperclip

This always reminds me of the task from the NHS Staff College Leadership Course – how many uses can you think of. Even now I wish I had some with me here to turn into spirals for some of my projects. This task enabled me to be more confident in just how important it is to think outside of the box!

Poppadum, Pappadum, Pappad….

My still favourite Indian snack. I always eat too many at the Raza (in Stoke Newington, East London – http://rasarestaurants.com/rasa-n16/a) before the rest of the feast comes. I thought masala poppadum here would be the same with a bit of masala spice but it is almost a whole meal with quite a few chopped up raw vegetables. Like a premeal Indian pizza.

Peppercorns

These are superb added to food and I like the range of colours – white, green, red and black which are really dark brown. Now I am staying at Dudhsagar Plantation and have just completed my third spice tour. Firstly with Betsy at the Tropical Spice Plantation (http://www.tropicalspiceplantation.com/) with many tour buses coming in and out with huge long tables to feed everyone (several 100). The tour was excellent and it was cheap – full veggie lunch on a plate made from plant leaves for 400 rupees each. Then I went to another spice plantation (Savoi Plantation http://savoiplantations.com/) with Harry which was much more remote and reachable by scooter. We were the only ones there and had a private tour where I could ask a zillion questions and Harry could sigh! The food was superb and it was more costly (950 rupees each). Now I am staying at this wonderful plantation farm-stay (www.dudhsagarplantation.com) and had a free tour with all the other guests including an extremely exuberant boy of six who got very excited about the dogs and termites!

Peppermint

Such a wonderfully cooling taste and colour. Not in my theme but nonetheless lovely on both counts. Harry bought a lovely peppermint shirt with a Nehru collar here!

Peppy

The word Tharun in Devpur used to describe me – lively and high spirited. He used this having met me for a very short time. Gosh am I that transparent? Clearly yes!

Philippines

This is where I spent a brilliant three months on my elective. I loved the contrast with my time in the capital Manila at a huge maternity hospital with 120 deliveries per day and then staying with a midwife with rudimentary medicines (mostly antibiotics) in the north of Luzon.

Pineapple

A great tropical staple and in pina colada – a fabulous cocktail. I always remember the time on the beach in South East Asia where they would come up and intricately carve an entire pineapple so you could hold it by the base and eat it all with no sharp, spiky bits.

Plopping

A word used so many times in my favourite knitting murder mystery and suspense series featuring detective sleuth Kelly Flynn by Maggie Sefton. Kelly is forever arriving somewhere with her knitting and plopping it down. You can hear the bag with the contents of fine yarn and needles in a special case making this noise!

Polypeptides

My connection with medicine has, until now, been steadfast. But whilst here it has waned. It does leave me with a problem with my title of what to use if I no longer practice medicine! Polypeptides are pretty important physiologically and increasingly now pharmacologically.

Poppers

I have always enjoyed a good session with party poppers. Best were the shows with puppets Neen used to do for my children when they were young from behind the lilac sofa in the front room. The ending always had loads of spray foam and party poppers.

Poppy

A delicate and ethereal flower. I love to see fields of poppies – I have seen roses and marigolds here as they have special religious significance. However, poppies waver around in the breeze majestically.

Poppycock

This is such a great word to describe people talking a total load of nonsense. It is rather less brutal with a hint of humour!

Puppies

I suppose I love kittens the best as I am primarily a cat rather than a dog person. I rather prefer the cat’s attitude that it is all about me rather than the sycophantic dog who loves you unconditionally. I assume the cat doesn’t love anyone conditionally or otherwise. But here in India I have seen lots of groups of puppies and they are great to photograph.

This has been a rather lengthy post because of the long intro. So a short conclusion with a great version of a favourite song. It is the “sound of silence” released recently which I wasn’t sure I would even listen to but did (thanks Norman from Casa Susegad for persuading me!).

well Harry leaves later today to be absolutely truthful and correct!

Once you are over half way it seems like the end is nigh. But I do have just over six weeks left and really shouldn’t complain! And my journey will continue in the hot south but I plan to leave Goa at the end of Jan. I have had lovely and nourishing stays at both Casa Susegad (https://casasusegad.com/) being looked after by the wonderful staff and then onto Vivenda Dos Palhacos (http://www.vivendagoa.com/) with an equally attentive and kind team. They are pretty near each other and close to the lovely Majorda beaches in South Goa.

Purple Shell Mobile

I went with Betsy to the Anjuna weekly flea market. We did pretty well, holding back from any major buys and got a rickshaw back. We bought a few necklaces and other bits. I was persuaded to get a rather horrid shell necklace that I only as much as glanced at for 10 seconds as it was purple and it was thrown in for a song with our other purchases (some cheap fabrics). Betsy also had a necklace made from bright green and pink acrylic with beads spelling her name using macramé. We failed to agree on a price before it was made and were totally fleeced on this! And I still needed to make it into a choker on a comfortable piece of purple ribbon for it ever to see the light of day again. I suspect it will eventually become a trusty key-ring!

But back to the shells. I thought as I still had some copper wire and other beads I could make yet another one of my spiral (prime number) mobiles but to be honest I lost count of the shells and just used them all up (apart from a few that feature in Kali mobiles – see my next blog!). Twisting the wire round and making anything in this heat and humidity is much more intense than in Gujarat or Rajasthan. But there was a very nice setting for the final photos. And I am on the coast and the shells were purple so I shall not be too hard on myself or be negative. I hope it makes its way back to the UK in my third shipping box from Goa at the end of Jan without too many mishaps. Or little creepy-crawlies!

Eating and Drinking Purple

This is another play on an earlier blog post about purple food.

This time I have had either more of it, photographed it differently or had new purple foods.

When I bought the packet of sweets – Betsy ribbed me about it.

Similarly, the purple crisps – in fact they were all time disgusting and despite being hungry I couldn’t finish the packet. I, however, did an extraordinary number of photos with them using the bowls made from coconut I had bought at the very touristy tropical spice plantation.

I think part of it is the obsession I now have with purple and the dearth of food and drinks that colour so when I see them, I am drawn to them in a compulsive manner.

With the crisps I was so disappointed in the taste I filled the bowl with water to see if I could colour the water as I believed the crisps had been artificially dyed. I mean have you ever seen purple sweet potato? Me neither but truly no colour came out in my water wash experiment. Hey ho. You live and learn!

Haberdashery

On my quest for all purple decorations I am often drawn here in India to craft and stationary shops. They sell tapes and stickers and I have lots of other bits and pieces. Getting heavy card helps me with sticking using a pretty wet glue. I think even the word haberdashery holds so much charm for me. I could never ever resist a ‘pop in’ when visiting Brent Cross Shopping Centre.

This has been my go-to place – Brent X – for decades. Fenwicks is just such a messy store and I know where everything is at John Lewis. I used to go so frequently when Harry was little, he once asked me when I was tucking him up for bed if I was going out that evening with John Lewis! I first went to Brent X with my aunt Rosalyn when it opened in 1976 when I was 11. I used to cycle there often but as my purchasing power increased, I usually went there in a car. Betsy liked it almost as much as me. She is more of a charity shop shopper to be honest now!

Back to haberdashery here! Well actually I need to mention that I had brought quite a bit of stuff with me from Slanchogled in Camden Town, London. I will often divert my cycle trip back from central London via this lovely craft haven which is a bit out of my way. I have just looked them up and whilst I have been here in India, they have closed down. Oh dear. Now I am sad. No more diversionary excuses on my cycle trips!

So, equipped with both bits and bobs from here and there, painted or sprayed some version of purple I have a few projects to display. I have used wooden and felted flowers, beaded wire and feathers.

And finally, one project which really is just the detritus from some other projects (see Om in the next blog) and bits of jewellery as well as tape. Enjoy!

String

Despite bringing an entire bag of yarn from Handweavers’ Studio in Finsbury Park with me I was drawn to a fancy lilac string with silver flecks and a good hardy rough jute type twine in deep purple. I feel sorry for string. A bit like odd numbers and other lesser items.

But string is good and I had an idea of a project for them. I have also used them to tie things up. Like the soap I had left over from my lavender soap shaving project.

Bernice from New York suggested I buy these great and very thin pins which are red on one side and peach on the other. I used them to interweave a purple grass I liked. Spot the odd one out!

I am reminded how lots of string is used in Rajasthan and elsewhere in India to tie up liquids such as chai and yogurt and milk in bags. Shame about the plastic though. I was heartened here in South Goa to visit Carpe Diem a gallery with a fabulous exhibition of a Goan artist Mohan Naik – l love his wonderful naïve work (https://www.carpediemgoa.com/photo-gallery/dev-borem-korum) – and visited the café where they a total moratorium on using straws at all. I had a delicious brownie milkshake for 120 rupees – very good value for Goa and drank it from the cup lip. Who really needs straws?

Back to string. It was too rough to crochet or knit. Weaving would work but I didn’t bring a loom or have easy access to one. So, I decided to sew it onto heavy white card. I then had the best fun embellishing it with pins and a purple racing car for the photo shoot!

So today the last of my three kids is leaving. Of course that gives me some freedom to not creep around the room at 0600 gathering my bits to work on whilst they sleep. But I won’t see them till March. And then it is back to reality and the NHS and UCL. FaceTime works reasonably well to keep in touch with most people luckily when I am feeling lonely. But to be honest it is difficult to really feel lonely in India. So many lovely kind and friendly people.

Betsy has left and Harry has arrived. I have switched as they say here rather than moved to South Goa. I am being wholly looked after by the wonderful team of Norman and Carole in their fabulous old property Casa Susegad (https://casasusegad.com/). I feel so at home with the staff and the ability to carry on with my themes. We have rented a scooter to get to the beach and other places but otherwise are tucked away inland in the heat and humidity. More importantly there are three dogs here – Basil, Lisa and Missy as well as countless cats. Most favoured by me are the siblings Ginger and Garlic (fluffiest cat in India to be sure) and totally adoration for the ginger kitten Rory.

More later with his antics with the purple ball I made him.

Kali Works

I have already done an entry on Kali but couldn’t resist buying 10 double sided stickers of the Hindu god Kali at the Anjuna weekly flee market. I gave three to Betsy and kept the rest. One hit the trash bin and one was a practice.

I did manage to count there were a number of primes here. Kali has five heads to the left and five to the right. She has five left arms and five right arms. Each has one arm bracelet and five wrist bracelets. She has three gold necklaces. And then 13 extra arms that function as a skirt! And then five right and five left legs. In her arms she carries seven weapons of destruction including a bow and arrow, a conch, a mace, a pitchfork, a scythe, a sabre and a disk you throw to behead someone! She is certainly successful as she has a necklace of 24 heads and one large one in her hand. She carries a bowl to collect the blood of this latest beheaded victim. But with ten hands there is no problem!

Her husband Shiva is lying down to stop her in her tracks. He has a few snakes and cobras wound around him but the usual complement of two legs and two arms. He is looking rather peaceful and trying to tell her to calm down with all this killing (justified by Kali as they are all bad sorts) but she has got carried away. I mean….who ever gets carried away?

It has the desired effect and she desists from further killing – well maybe not so much killing. In all her heads she has her pointy red tongue on show.

Tatouage

I have always really liked tattoos. The temporary stick on variety and often use them as armbands. I also like brown henna – I have seen terrible allergic reactions with the black henna.

When I was planning my trip I found this book called Tatouage with loads of tattoos (102) many of flowers and lots in purple! So, it seemed like a dream come true. And although “stuff” I had been carrying around from the UK for so many months was beginning to weigh on me I knew this particular project would have to wait for Betsy to arrive to elegantly display the tattoos in Goa in January 2020.

She was game and we had a fun morning applying them to her abdomen.

Then we went swimming in the sea and I rather fancied putting the pink ones all over my arm to see what it might be like to have proper tattoos. I went a bit mad so much so that my other arm ached from applying them!

But they weren’t the best sort of tattoo for this very humid and muggy heat.

By the following morning they had become rather sticky – especially in skin creases and I had to scrub them off. Betsy had flown back home that night and they have lasted very well and still look glorious. Just all covered up in the London and Leeds weather!

Amdavad ni Gufa

Whilst I was in Bhuj (Kutch, Western Gujarat) staying at Bhuj House I met with the interim manager Shriraj who was an architect. He told me about some interesting modern architecture in Ahmadabad and suggested as I had a few days at the end of December that I visit it. On my way back from the The Lokayatan Folk Museum and The Kalpana Mangaldas Balayatan (toy)Museum,  (http://www.shreyasfoundation.in/museums.html), and a coffee and too much cake at 7 Violette’s Café, I went past Amdavad ni Gufa.

My all-knowing auto-rickshaw taxi driver who was forever popping up to serve my needs told me that I could see the structure but that the gallery was open later on. This suited me best as I needed to get to packaging and shipping courier with my next load of stuff to send home.

Amdavad ni Gufa is an underground art gallery in Ahmedabad, India constructed in 1992. It was designed by the architect Balkrishna Vithaldas Doshi.

The cave-like underground structure has a roof made of multiple interconnected domes, covered with a mosaic of tiles. It definitely reminded me of watching Doctor Who and the Daleks. Here are some you can buy that talk!

It was very pleasant walking around the structure and there was a neighbouring art gallery that was open and joy of joy – a load of puppies – they are going to be in their own blog!

Dressing up

During my time in India I have been obsessed with and watched the entire 66-part series of the Spanish Gran Hotel on Netflix. I only allowed myself one episode per day and as it was in Spanish there was no knitting or other craft activity as I needed to read the subtitles.

It does mean I am fully engaged because the evidence is that no-one really can multitask! (Multitasking reduces your efficiency and performance because your brain can only focus on one thing at a time. When you try to do two things at once, your brain lacks the capacity to perform both tasks successfully. Research also shows that, in addition to slowing you down, multitasking lowers your IQ). As I thought and said.

The Gran Hotel series takes place in 1906–1907 in Spain, near a town called Cantaloa. The working-class hero Julio Olmedo arrives at the luxurious Grand Hotel to visit his sister Cristina, who works there as a maid and who has recently been promoted to floor manager. Julio is told by a waiter that Cristina was fired for theft a month before, a story Julio does not believe. He is convinced something happened to her at the hotel and there was a coverup. He takes a job there as a waiter under the name Julio Espinosa to investigate his sister’s disappearance. He soon finds an ally in Alicia Alarcón, one of the daughters of the hotel’s owner Doña Teresa. Alicia, who is being forced to marry hotel manager Diego Murquía, is also suspicious of things happening at the hotel. Together Julio and Alicia work to uncover the secrets of the Gran Hotel. They fall in love but keep their relationship secret (obvs!).

I really liked the character Maite Ribelles who is one of Alicia’s (heroine of the series) best friends. Elegant, distinguished and intelligent, she studied with Alicia in Madrid, where they met. Alicia returned to Cantaloa , but Maite continued her studies until she became one of the first lawyers in Spain.

I decided to do a take on Maite and found some purple trouser braces and a purple tie. I needed a white shirt and bought a second hand one in a market in Ahmadabad. I used the hat I had made (well decorated to be honest) for Chanukah in Ahmadabad. When Betsy arrived we decided we would do a photo shoot!

I am well ensconced in Goa now. I have slowed down to the heat and the pace. Going on the back of a scooter with Harry has meant we have been through some really utterly beautiful countryside and past the most amazingly colourful properties.

I am planning on introducing each of the seven Chakras in the next blog or so. Seems appropriate whilst I am in India for a further (almost) seven weeks!

I have decided to theme this blog to flowers and fruit. Funnily, fruit is five letters and flowers seven so at least that fits the prime obession! And “and” is three…..and some aren’t even purple but red. India is full of the most vibrant colours and this is for sure seen in the wonderful fruit and flowers.

A bit like my previous blog, I don’t know all the names of the flowers I have photographed but at least I do know how to recognise roses and frangipane. As for the fruit; there is a lot of local fruit which is seasonal and never makes it abroad. Like the hairy and mud tasking chico (sapodilla) or the custard apples with loads of seeds – a lot of hard work.

Roses

This is one of my most favourite fragrances.

Ravi, the manager in the Dia Homestay, Pushkar, Rajasthan, suggested we go on an early morning trip to see the roses being picked. They were to be turned into garlands (often with the more traditional bright orange marigolds) for religious worship.

I left with two Australian women who had been friends since school at 0630 to see how they pick them. They were more for fragrance than their physical beauty and I felt I had landed in heaven. Men and women pick them and store them in silk slings on their backs. They only pick for an hour and then return the next day.

Later on Ravi took me on his motorbike to the rose factory. Here they make essential oils, facial tonic waters, syrup for cordials and a special oil to protect the corneas – I did buy a small syringe but never had the courage to drop this oil into my eyes – slightly creeped me out. I did however make lots of rose lassis in the mornings in Pushkar. I made my lassi from my yogurt that I had prepared overnight – gosh now I can make really heavy sourdough bread and yogurt. Anyway, back to the lassi. This is made mostly with yogurt and a wooden twizzler and some water.

Not sure why I don’t make it more often! Oh, I know. Pretty fattening…..

Many of the roses in the UK look very pretty when cut for Valentines’ day but rarely smell. I love to wander around smelling roses in the vain hope some might smell wonderful and often I am rewarded. And nice memories of always receiving a dozen red roses from Adrian on Valentine’s day – a tradition we had for decades! Hey ho. Good (although a teeny bit sad) memories!

Figs

I do rather like a fig.

They are good for that “I cannot wait till my next meal” and they store well in this heat. In fact, the ants really don’t seem to be that smitten.

I bought these ones in Bhuj before a long bus journey and have had them for over a month now and they are doing well. Mostly eaten by Betsy. They dry them, flatten them and store them on a type of string made from banana leaves.

I bought them for 100 rupees so a bargain really as nutritional and good for photographing them. I could put them on trays, plates, towels, motor bikes, on a piece of muslin, by a water fountain etc. The staff in the Mangaldas ni Haveli ii (my final Gujarat hotel in the old city of Ahmadabad) kept helping me with suggesting places that would be interesting to photograph them.

There is no denying why they have become important to me. Although others had to point out the significance of what flattened, dried figs look like. I am not spelling it out. That is one for you to work out!

One of my best memories of our lovely nanny Stephanie from Edmonton (Canada) was her Friday night special – figgy chicken. She made a whole host of wonderful family meals. We certainly miss her. And certainly, my stomach does!

Frangipani

This has to be up there with jasmine and rose as a favourite fragrance. I love it when I am passing by the flowering bush and there are some fresh flowers on the floor. This is what happened when I took this series of photographs. There is nothing really in my theme. No spirals. No primes. No purples (apart from the bedding for some of the photos). But being rigid isn’t always helpful or necessary. It becomes too restrictive and doesn’t allow us open to new ideas. I took these photos months ago and it seems rather a small project to be entirely on its own but c’est la vie!

In Hindu mythology, Frangipani flower is a symbol of devotion to someone. The Frangipani flower is often used in wedding ceremonies, and in every other occasion which symbolises the love and devotion between two people. Buddhism sees the Frangipani flower as a symbol of new life and renewal.

So, this seems to be a good flower to honour. And I love its warm and slightly spicy scent.

Burgundy Wired Paper Flowers

I found a packet of these wired paper flowers in a stationary shop. The woman behind the counter realised I was after pretty much anything purple and found these. Gosh what a bargain. 120 rupees for 160 of them! I have bought and used them before for craft and other projects in the UK. The last one was going to be as the decoration for a velvet bag to store Adrian’s tefillin (phylacteries) as he had lost the last one I had made him! In the end I wasn’t sure how to secure them so decorated it differently.

My first project was to wire them into the new 400 gm white paper/card I had bought. I did two circles and wound the wires round each other at the back. I so enjoyed photographing them using the interesting light shapes that came in the bamboo screens of our eco hut.

Then I thought I would make another prime spiral mobile. This time using a ball of flowers (one) and 41 flowers along the spiral length. Again it was fun to photograph them in the late afternoon as the sun went down. For some reason I made two hanging loops and they reminded me of owl glasses and I tried to get the sun in one of the rounds! Not always but sometimes successfully.

Finally, I was left with three sets of the wired flowers. So, I used a paper straw, covered it with fabric sticky tape and put some felt into a tiny glass holder (from a gel candle present from Avintika – thanks). I made a small Japanese flower arrangement – Ikebana – that I done as a course in the very distant past. All I remember is that it has a number three as central and all the parts are to be at different heights and angles. Well that is what I think it is. This is small lilac and burgundy Carly Ikebana!

Betsy is heading back to the UK and is being replaced by her brother Harry. I am moving inland to a home-stay. I have been on the back of a petrol scooter (like a motorbike) with Betsy for one day and it was pretty nerve-wracking.

I am sure there will be more outings like this with Harry who I know is a more confident rider.

The last time I tried to hire a scooter in Mykonos, Greece (in 2018), I was banned for being a poor driver! It was very hilly too but sometimes you have to let things go.