Primes – mosaics, poetry, gemstone fruit trees and spiral mobiles.

I was settling into Gujarat. I moved westwards to experience the more distinct and wide ranging textiles of India in Kutch. It is a dessert region with a border with Pakistan and quite a bit of coastline (not that I went!). I started off in Bhuj where I could go out to local villages to see weaving, bandini (very small knots to “tie dye” tiny areas of cloth, mirror work and more. I started off in the wonderful Bhuj House which is a traditional Parsi house with a large central courtyard, verandas and swings. Then I moved to a small village Devpur to stay in the Farmstay and Homestay (which is within a school – http://thewhiteeagles.org/home). In this blog I have included all things prime which were either made entirely or completed in Kutch.

Mosaic Tiles

At home in my craft room I have a small olive wooden marquetry box with my mosaic tiles. Mostly I have sea coloured glass ones I use when I am repurposing a cardboard box for a present to cover up the designer’s name! I am not so important to have designed my own packaging. But maybe with a logo designed on this trip that may change.

I love this mosaic in the bedroom in Dia Homestay. It has become purple as you can see me taking the photo and I’m wearing purple.
This spiral mosaic formed a wonderful partition in my bathroom in Pushkar.

I brought out a small number of quite dense lilac square tiles. They aren’t really mosaics as they are all very uniformly made. I like the mosaics I saw at Hervé’s guesthouse (http://www.mosaicsguesthouse.com/workshop-mosaics-guesthouse-english.php) but this article does him proud (https://www.goodhomes.co.in/home-decor/home-tours/a-french-artist-and-his-traditional-haveli-in-jaipur-5444.html) as I like the way he is engrossed in his workshop near Amber Fort where I stayed in total for over a week.

Again, like many things here, I find myself irritated and a bit overwhelmed by their very presence. Really, I cannot go on carrying all this stuff around!

Two felt heart broaches with mosaic tiles.

I took ages to work out how they could fit in my theme. Then I needed them for another purpose all together and I was no longer stifled as to what to do with them. I wanted to photograph my crochet stole (see last blog) and needed a broach to fix this. In the end I made five ones with my mosaic tiles and one cuff.

My two line, three tile mosaic broach

Two were using tie pins and really the second one was because I mislaid the first one! I then glued three tiles in a line and thought I could turn these into clip on earrings. But I would never wear them. Who would? No one. So, I then had the idea of combining them together with three small silver bells into another broach. The final two were made from three tiles and two felt hearts of different colour shades.

My felted cuff tile bracelets with odd number primes only!

How to close the cuff proved tricky. In my obsession to clear out, I erroneously sent home my poppers which would have done the job nicely. I went to tailors in Devpur and they don’t use them. For 10 rupees they sold me three clasps they use for trousers here. I think they work well enough!

Prime Poetry

I have written two poems about prime numbers. The first is why I like them and the second isn’t really a poem but attributes that are whittled away with explanatory text which is colour matched. When writing poetry I often find writing lists or doing a mind map helps.

Why I Think I Love Prime Numbers

I am 54. 
So
I have been a prime number 17 times.
It is tailing off.
Five times in my first decade.
With one even number.
Then four in the second.
Those glorious teenage years….
Then mostly twice.
Sometimes thrice.
I love prime numbers.
Really love them.
Like odd numbers.
Is it pity?
Or genuine affection?
Can you really love numbers anyway?
For sure you can.
In general, anyway.
But
Is it like having favouritising your children?
Having some numbers more special than others?
Like four legs good, two legs bad.
Until two legs are better?
The jury is out.
My judgement is in.
Prime numbers are best.

Written 5th December 2019. (5 and 19 are prime but 12 and 20 aren't - you can't always engineer things the way you want to!

The 37 attributes of Prime Numbers

This was inspired both by love of prime numbers and the 13 Principles of Faith by Rambam (Moses Maimonides).

The 13 principles of faith
  1. God exists
  2. God is one and unique
  3. God is incorporeal
  4. God is eternal
  5. Prayer is to be directed to God alone and no other
  6. The words of the prophets are true
  7. Moses’ prophecies were true and he was the greatest prophet
  8. The Written Torah and the Oral Torah were given to Moses
  9. There will be no other Torah
  10. God knows the thoughts and deeds of men
  11. God will reward the good and punish the wicked
  12. The messiah will come
  13. The dead will be resurrected

My poem has my prime number attributes. But are 37 too many and maybe they are too personal? Probably so I have cut them down in reducing primes to the last one of joy.

This explanation is probably of more importance than the poem but I really like the structure and I love the way it has printed out on the page.

These are the 37 prime attributes. This image I have produced is hard to read!

The 37 Prime Attributes (alphabetical)

Alone, Anonymous, Bachelor, Condescending, Considered, Conspiratorial, Crying, Different, Disengaged, Dissociated, Distinct, Divorce, Embarrassment, Expectant, Forgotten, Guilt, Hopeful, Individual, Joyous, Lonely, Magical, Miserable, Patronising, Powerful, Previously, Sad, Shameful, Smug, Snooty, Solitary, Spinster, Stand alone, Superior, Tentative, Visceral, Wise, Yesterday 
How much do you like prime numbers? Do you have number obsessions or favourites? Many people like 7. I don’t know why!

Spiral Gemstone Trees

I was feeling inspired to complete my gemstone spiral fruit trees in the beautiful Bhuj House in Bhuj, Kaatch, Gujarat. In Ahmedabad I had made 11 (prime!) long strands with very small amethyst beads at the end. My plan was to either use them long or twizzle them up into spirals and just use these 11 strands to make a tree. But it looked very bare! Also my finger (index left) which I needed to add further beads was still out of action.

Holding together the trunk before applying the thicker wire to stabilise the structure.

Once I got to Bhuj house I felt inspired to continue. It is an old Parsi house built with lots of wooden shutters and a huge, verdant courtyard which would motivate even the least creative of people. http://www.thebhujhouse.com/.

In the Bhuj House courtyard on a table.

I have made many gemstone trees in the past and I used the rest of the gold to twist in large amethyst stones. I learnt how to do them with Amelia who is a jewellery and mindfulness coach and taught me on the mandala course with my daughter Betsy. I added yet more strands but kept the 11 hanging strands of the small amethyst stones. I used thicker copper coloured wire to make the spiral bases whilst making the trunk sturdier.

On a small alcove in the Devpur Homestay

And a bit like my yarn bombing (wrapping) project in Pushkar I covered the entire trunk with the remains of the gold wire I had. The tree now stands proud with lilac stones representing leaves and hanging spiral fruits. I am really pleased with the result! Not sure how to ship it back but it is going to go in a box when I return to Ahmedabad.

Before making the beaded part into spirals with the casualties!

Whilst in Devpur (https://sites.google.com/site/devpurhomestay/) I wanted to make another tree. This time I used the copper wire I was given at the scooter repair garage as well as lots of odds and ends. I forgot to leave some slack and so when I made the 30 beads into spirals there were a number of bead casualties!

With my large purple book as a backdrop.
In the alcove on some black velvet.

Prime Mobiles

I amazed a street seller in Bhuj by buying up most of his purple keyrings. There was a super naff love angel, two fish, three teddies and five dolphins.

I removed the large ring for keys and then went into thought overdrive to consider how I would make my prime number mobile. Rather too much thinking about how it should look. A lot of circles with connecting wires. I got rather worn out thinking about my design. I was particularly challenged about how the pieces would stay put on the wire. For my previous mobile (the jungle jelabi one I made in Ranakpur) I had used washi tape to secure the hanging strands but that was from a pretty robust round wooden frame.

My lower prime mobile – 1 angel, 2 fish, 3 teddies and 5 dolphins.

In the end I took a length of my thicker wire, halved it and then twisted it round itself. This copper wire was gratis. In Bhuj I went to a hardware store to source more metallic wire. A man suggested I hop on the back of his motor bike and off we went to his friend who mended motorised scooter engines. He had meters of copper wire of every gauge imaginable. I asked for 5 meters of the thicker wire I wanted and 10 of the thinner one. When I took out my purse, he refused payment and rather than embarrass him I gratefully accepted and felted overwhelmed with his kindness.

The lower prime mobile on a swing in the Devpur Farmstay.

The following day I made my further higher number prime mobiles. Again, I had bought most of the bits from street sellers or from a hardware shop.

Seven was from purple tassels that traditionally a married sister gives to a younger sister during the brother-sister ceremony.

The 7 prime mobile

The 11 were beaded tassels used by women to adorn their skirts.

The 11 beaded tassels against my green door.
My spiral 13 materials.

13 were brass spirals that I had cut and fashioned from one of the six brass plates I had bought in a metal wholesaler in Pushkar. I had wanted to use them to emboss patterns but they were too thick and unyielding but it was easy to cut and shape them.

Made up into the 13 prime mobile on my veranda. I love the sharp contrasting tones in this photo.

It took a while to realise I needed a hole in them to attach a ring to thread them on the wire. I went to a jeweller in Devpur for this job. 17 were like little sweeties.

Against the green door where you can see the spiral form details and the purple patina staining I like so much.
Now you can see it hanging on my front veranda through the double front doors.

In the Swad hardware shop in Bhuj I had bought my basic elements to make my menorah for Chanukah. In the cake decorating section I bought a packet of 100 colourful squares to wrap handmade chocolates.

The material for my 17 “sweeties” prime mobile.
All the sweeties lined up before placement.

I used some small berry sized fruits from a tree in the Devpur Farmstay and then had fun choosing the wrapper. Some had white tissue paper with a piece of foil and with others I used two different coloured foil papers.

My final 17 prime mobile.

I enclosed the berry with some copper wire with a loop at one end. I made a total of five prime number mobiles. I was able to hang them in order too for my final photos.

They look a bit like knights off to a glorious and colourful battle.
The entire prime mobile from underneath.

Shruti and Tharun were visiting from Bangalore and Krutarth is the owner here! They had to model some of my work….

Krutarth (right), Shruti (middle) and Tharun (left) holding various parts of my prime mobiles in ascending order from left to right with descending age order from left to right too!

I know primes will figure further. At the moment I am using primes to organise my morning runs. Loops of 1, 2, 3, 5 and 7 and the thought of 11 was too great so I decided I would go back down to 1 again! And I have long day bus journey ahead so it finally time to allow myself to get back to my knitting – yippee – a break from it for six weeks – for sure an all time personal world record…..

Gujarat – two important towns – Ahmadabad and Baroda.

And a hotchpotch of photos too!

Having an unplanned long period of time off means you can change what you are doing and go off to somewhere new. So far I had only been in Rajasthan but I was persuaded to go to Gujarat to see some of India’s best textiles. I was also going to meet my son Toby who would join me for some of my time in Gujarat. Together we went to Ahmadabad, Baroda (Vadodoara), Bhuj and Devpur. All were special. Ahmadabad (the capital) is a teaming commercial centre of seven million people. We stayed in the magical House of MG https://houseofmg.com/. Probably the best thing we did was an early morning heritage walk at 0730 around the old town with its neighbourhoods of wooden houses where traditionally people lived according to their trade.

On this walk we found out about this still functioning synagogue with 140 Jews who live in Ahmadabad.

Baroda is a much smaller place where we did a mammoth climb up to Pavagadh (2,400 steps) but took the ropeway (cable car back). Bhuj and Devpur feature in a later Gujarat blog.

Mandalas

I have always loved mandalas. They are the round symmetrical Indian drawings that are good for the soul as you need to draw or colour them in mindfully. I once went on a mandala drawing course in the evening with Betsy who really was rather disconcerted by my embracing of the whole concept. Not really surprising for a teenager with a most embarrassing mother.

Mandalas are often drawn in one colour.

I started with some practice mandalas using a circular shape I drew round for starters. I have given up trying to draw them freehand. I found small squiggles, short lines and dots the easiest to reproduce. I tried doing the mandalas in one colour – nice but a bit dull and then the others in a variety of pens in purples and metallic colours.

I like to use different colours including metallic ones.

I found drawing these really therapeutic. I had got into a non-creative rut a bit like a writer’s block and this was just what I needed to get going again. It was easy to do in the wonderful hotel – House of MG – I was staying in as there was a lot of sitting space all around the hotel in this very industrialised town. There are some sights to see but not very many and so it was good to feel I could get going again on my theme.

I think the flower in the middle is over zealously coloured in but never mind. I still like it!

I think when I get more heavy (220 gm +) paper I will draw some more and maybe go mad and use loads of colours!

Crochet

For those interested here is the crochet pattern I used for my 19 purple and one silver flower. It is from a YouTube video with lovely music and no words so truly international. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HKC4VG7eno4

My yarns to inspire me!

Round 1 Ch6, sl st to join chain

Displayed on small wooden stools to milk camels

Round 2 Ch 3, ch 1, (DC + ch1) x 11 into ring. Sl st to join.

From a different angle. These stools are so beautiful

Round 3 SC 2, in spoke of next arm (1) sl st, 10 Ch, sl st same space, SC 2 between arm 1 and 2. SC at arm 2, SC 2 between arm 2 and 3, Sl st at arm 3, 10 Ch, sl st same place. Repeat 4 times more at arms 4&5, 6&7, 8&9 10&11, SC3, sl st to join.

Around a angle in the House of MG.

Round 4 10 DC into next loop, 3 Ch, 10 DC into rest of loop, sl st into mid point between completed loop and next. Repeat 5 times. Sl st to finish.

Lined up in House of MG

282 stitches per flower. All done on hooks between 2mm and 4mm.

On pebbles

I was going to make a pair of each colour but I decided only to make one. Like the tassels I used most of my yarn I had brought from the Handweavers Studio in Finsbury Park, London.

In foliage in Vivanta Vadodoara (Baroda).

I made the two spare when I was originally going to make a pair of flowers but the work was really demanding for the very fine yarn and so with the two doubles I made I turned them into decorative hair bobbles for Santa (cook) and Gelabi (cleaner) who work at the Camel Lodge.

I think the flowers in the fabric really set off my crocheted ones.

I mostly made the crochet flowers at the Camel Lodge whilst sitting in the sun – or at least having my hands in the sun to improve my ability to see the very small stitches whilst listening to the Podcast series – the world in 100 objects. It would take two podcasts per flower! The only problem was when my left index finger blew up due to me scratching an insect bite and this precluded me for a whole day! I completed four flowers on the way from the Camel Lodge to Ahmadabad. And to be honest by the time I had started the last one (whilst having a roadside coffee) I was pretty much done with them.

In the farmstay garden in Devpur

Once pressed and photographed I was not sure what to do with them to put them together. Most of the ideas online were really naff and I would quite like to make them into something spiral. Knitting and crochet really lend themselves to this. In Bhuj, I bought some lovely dark purple velvet material. I placed all my flowers on by hand stitching and made rolled edges for my stole. In Devpur, Avintika decided we should display the stole as you would in a photo shoot. Her patience was endless and she took over 100 photos. Here are the two I like best.

Washi Tape

I used washi tape that I had bought with me from the UK.

Some examples of very purple washi tape. What I bought was in my pre-purple days and really is blue but for convenience I have reassigned it!

I was introduced to this by Renée Callahan, the wonderful tutor on my Knit for Peace holiday in Mysore, India in January 2019 https://knitforpeace.org.uk/knitting-holidays/. She runs East London Knits and does fabulous podcasts http://eastlondonknit.com/.

Using a larger opening circle and the tape all cut similarly.

I drew some circles and then used the tape to go around the edges clockwise using the minimum number of pieces to make it look pretty circular. Subsequent circles were using different tapes and going counter-clockwise or cut in different shapes. This was more evident in the piece with 5 small single taped circles. I really enjoyed this. And was pretty pleased with the result. I liked the simplicity and elegance. Not really what washi tape was what I had thought it was designed for (keeping your place in your knitting pattern) but as you know rules are to be broken.

Experimenting with smaller circles and each one with differently cut or angled tape. Also some are clockwise and some anticlockwise.

Washi tape is a decorative tape made out of rice paper. It comes in a plethora of colours and a lot of diverse designs. It is commonly used in art and craft projects, particularly paper crafts, particularly as a scrapbooking embellishment. It was invented in Japan in 2006.

My final piece with 5 washi tape circles all made slightly differently.

A photography hotchpotch round up.

I think it is time to show some photos which don’t really have a home in particular but are relevant (so purple or spiral or prime) or beautiful and individual. And I always like to be close to animals. Preferably to stroke but none of these were strokeable!

Animals in Pushkar (do bees count as animals?)

For sure tortoises count as animals. They have been in the Secret Garden but also as part of the White Eagle School in Devpur.

He is a bit like the camel. Slight dinosaur about him. Or her!

When I went to open the doors in my bedroom in The Secret Garden in Pushkar there was a very active bees’ nest.

Amazing how they all know where to fit in!

It was a bit scary but despite getting several in my hair when I disturbed them, I didn’t get stung.

Here are some monkeys grooming each other near the Savitri Temple early one morning.

Three wise monkeys!

And pigeon chicks…..

Outside my window in Pushkar I could witness the development of probably the world’s most ugly chicks. Pigeons. Both parents were utterly devoted.

Purples, spirals and eclectic.

An aubergine scooter out side the sister hotel to the Dia Homestay – 7th Heaven.
For my first grandchild. The kids know. No pressure…..I am still a Jewish mother!
Marie in purple offering me a spiral poppadom.
In an attempt to only use one light at a time for admirable conservation reasons, it can be tricky knowing what to switch on!
Such a lovely old car. Not sure it is going anywhere soon!
The lobby at 7th Heaven. Pink rather than purple. But is pink a red/white shade of purple really? Probably stretching things too far!

Pulling this together to keep to posting two blogs a week has been a significant WiFi challenge but I have succeeded…..

Next time I will stick only to primes. Some poems, gemstone fruit trees, spiral mobiles and probably some photography not all prime!

Rounding up and finishing in Rajasthan

It is funny as I expected to spend my entire time in Jaipur. I had been many times before and love this pink city with its Hawa Mahal (Palace of the Winds) and Jantar Mantar (Royal Observatory). But the pollution was overwhelming and I realised that the place I stay in is probably more important than the city. I stayed in 47 Jobner Bagh ( https://www.jobnerbagh.com/) when I first arrived in Jaipur which was a perfect retreat but way over my budget. Then I stayed in the wonderful mosaics guesthouse (http://www.mosaicsguesthouse.com/presentation-mosaics-guesthouse-english.php). I loved this place with the wonderfully adaptable and attentive staff who serve delicious Indo-French food but there was a commercial and very busy wedding venue next door as well as as a load of waste and very stagnant water every time you stepped out to get to the road. I moved to the Dia Homestay ( http://www.inn-seventh-heaven.com/Savera.html) in Pushkar which I totally loved but staying there for nearly four weeks seemed about right. It was getting colder by the day and I really fancied staying for some time in the Camel Conservation Lodge ( http://www.camelsofrajasthan.com/ranakpur-camel-lodge), Rajpura, near Sadri next to Ranakpur. It was magical and I loved every moment there.

Felted Jewellery

I really needed to do something with the felt I had brought with me via London from Purl Soho in New York (https://www.purlsoho.com/). It was weighing heavily on me and this isn’t the best way for creative juices to flow. There were 16 squares of pinks and purples with many hues of blues and greys.

My felt squares from Purl Soho

My original idea was to cut strips of about 1.5 cm x 18 cm and twist them round and turn them into about 11 or 13 (prime – urggghhhh) bracelets leaving out some of the colours that I neither liked nor fitted with my purple theme.

This looks quite uneven and I really didn’t like the flow.

But they looked very amateurish. I then twisted 4 at a time into a spiral and added more colours on. This was getting there but was too bulky to control and it would have ended up with a multiple of four which I didn’t like!

The start of spiralling my 1 cm felt strips which I liked

So, I started with one of the pinks and wound it into a very tight spiral and then continued with a further 10 colours. I really liked what I produced and I used pins to make the joins look pretty seamless.

Back in the hole in the wall – my finished piece on the felt squares.

I then backed it with the outer most colour – a pale pink using blanket stitch.

Blanket stitch to cover the back
Four pins and stitching

I wanted to use a leather thong to turn it into a necklace so that I could alter the length. I did this by stitching two small rectangular pieces on the back and hey presto it worked!

Hanging the necklace with a leather thong and silver bells at the end on a wall insert for an oil lamp

For the earrings I cut squares of each of these 11 colours and threaded them on a straight silver pin interspersed with pearlescent grey beads left over from my mystery blanket and some purple beads from a bracelet that broke.

I had to cut the silver finding at an angle to be sharp enough to thread on the felt squares but not to jab myself too often!

I liked the way the squares would not stay lined up and gave a feeling of a spiral. In the end I was really pleased with both jewellery pieces and now can send them and the felt back in a shipment so I don’t need to look at the spare felt and feel persecuted by its presence!

I enjoyed the challenge of this quick project. Maybe I will wear it!

Window Art

I was always rather variable at executing this well. At home, I copied the provided shapes and had lots of colours so I could choose the pots where the paint was flowing freely.

But in India I had only brought one pot of each colour and they were continuously blocked up despite my repeatedly pricking them with a pin. At least the black outline colour worked well!

Small outline shapes

I decided to use the three larger and less intricate designs I had made in wooden blocks and drew them out as larger designs freehand.

I still totally love purple and green!

I found even this hard and had to make measurements on the paper to be able to know where I would put in a loop. I did three large ones which are reasonable enough to photograph and had to bin some as they I couldn’t put them on the glass windows.

I rather like the naive design of this flower with a smaller placed on top

I also made seven small designs but found this quite frustrating. To be honest, I only did these small ones because I could and I had brought the materials with me. I left the window art in the Camel Lodge and most of the paints were finished. Phew. Done that and can tick it off.

This took so long to dry I had to place it on the window before the centre was completely dry!

Does remind me of my therapist from this year – Limor – who said at the end of our first session that my task for my therapy (there were many more later on!) was to be less task orientated. Well I totally failed with the window art task. Thank goodness it is over and I have left it behind. I have the photographs though!

Stencilling

I bought some spray paint with me and thought it would be fun to do some stencilling and to use up this spray I had had for years.

My trusty plasti-kote spray. Living out his final years with a load of camels!

I think it was the same as our first front door colour in Bloomfield road (from 20 years ago!) To do some touching up but really you have to move on. It took several devices just to prize off the lid and once I used it I wasn’t going to take it further on with me.

A double whammy. Stencilling and ensuring my wooden pieces became purple!

Firstly, I used the spray to coat some smaller pieces I would sew or glue into my fabric books I intend to complete later. By default, these became stencil pieces!

I also used some white lace I had brought with me purely for the purposes of stencilling.

Some lace I had brought with me.
The effect on a smaller piece of paper.

I liked how the same paint through the same lace on different colour card really changed what you saw.

It almost looks like a sky at night!

Tassels

I have made loads of tassels over the years principally in fours for each corner of a challah cover or often a challah duvet.

The start of a purple obsession. A challah cover.

I consider myself an expert simple tassel maker! I have always understood the challah (two white loaves like brioche) are upset you bless the wine first so you cover them……

A tassel line up!
On the pipe of a shisha pipe.

I made 24 in one day in Rajpura (at the Camel Conservation Charity Lodge). 23 of purple (must continue with prime number theme) and one silver.

And all the same length and at least 200 strands. I listened to the podcast of Sue Perkins interview Mary Berry (both of the original BBC Bake Off). I then photographed them on the long wooden pole of a shisha pipe, then on a ribbon and as there are so many and pretty dense, they can stand up if.

From below.

They show off the diversity of the yarn well which was bought at the Handweaver’s Studio in Finsbury Park, London.

As a circle on a black velvet background

I have made a single crochet flower out of each of these yarns and a pompom. I may well display them eventually as one giant tassel. We’ll see.

They are going in the next box to be shipped back

Modelling Clay

I am not sure why I actually bought this modelling clay. It was really cheap (75 rupees [80p] per packet) but it didn’t have any instructions about how to fire it. I really think it is just Plasticine.

My three purples. One in the packet and two mixed up.

And it had a lovely purple so that must have been the deciding factor and that money was burning a hole in my pocket in the stationary shop in Jaipur. I did buy really nice paper there which I am pleased I bought and some crayons which are well, to be honest, just normal wax crayons. Hardly very inspiring – rather childlike but dependable I suppose. And some oils pastels but clearly, I had already got some from Tiger but forgotten in my stationary buying frenzy!

Three spiralled chromosomes and three white eggs

But I used the modelling clay in an attempt to reduce down my luggage. And I tried to make my clay into something fun at the very least. I made two further purples with a pale blue and red (this was a dark aubergine) and a darker blue and pink.

The spirals all entwined.

But this last mix was essentially blue so I added a load more red and ended up with a pretty pleasing violet. I also rolled up 3 balls of white clay.

Yes a purple sausage!

I rolled out my three purple balls into long snakes, spiralled them around, reworked them with a ball of white each and did the same thing again with them.

Coins made from the sausage…..

I used a knife to cut them across to see if there were interesting patterns – there were and then turned it into a cake with (11 – you guessed it – prime number) petals and then cut it into pizza triangles.

Delicious purple pizza

But by then I really had run out of ideas and so turned it into one large purplish ball and left it on the table for those visiting the Camel Lodge further opportunities for fun and play.

Really getting pretty bored now.

Camel Leather Pots

I also took up all the pots which are decades (possibly over 100 years old) which are made from camel leather from the Camel Lodge.

The pots on a lovely bright piece of cloth

I was going to photograph them on a very bright striped and colourful piece of cloth but they looked better on the plain concrete in the sun.

Such a beautiful shape. They are very light to carry.

They are traditionally made to carry water, oil and perfume in the smaller ones. They are super light and very gnarled as old and used.

The entire collection that I could find to photograph.

I have spent a wonderful five weeks in Rajasthan and some of my projects were finished off in Gujarat. Rajasthan will always hold a very special place in my heart from the first time I came here when I was 21 (34 years ago!).

Photography in Pushkar

So far I have spent the longest time in Pushkar. I really loved being there, not only for its feel but the people I met and the food I ate! I did some quite fun photography projects there (six) and I will dedicate this blog to all my Pushkar photos.

oh and the cats I could stroke – this is Lola

Photography

I think this has been my most creative and successful outlet. I wasn’t really expecting it to be such fun. When I first when travelling to the developing world with Adrian in 1985 I was very embarrassed about being a tourist and taking photos but he encouraged me and I wouldn’t be without a camera on any holiday. Over the years I have made probably about 100 black flip albums and 10 traditional albums before digital photography came in. Right up until the mid-2000s when we bought our first EOS camera. I then went onto making albums with PhotoBox online and the products are of good quality and are fantastic memories of lots of happy times and travels.

I have an EOS with me here today as it is light and just what I need to catalogue what I have been up to.

Chai Pots

I really liked drinking out of chai pots. They are considered disposable and we first had them at the top of the road watching the elephants returning from Amber Fort whilst staying at the Mosaics Guesthouse. I kept them as I wanted to grow my plants in them – well at least some of the flowers I would raise from seedlings. I drank coffee and collected a load of used chai pots around the Savitri temple after my early morning climb to get there for sunrise.

Piling them up before donating them to Ravi

But when I realised that this wasn’t going to be possible and I was not allowed to send them in my first shipment back to the UK I decided to photograph them before leaving them behind in Pushkar with Ravi in the Dia Homestay.

On a piece of paper I had decorated with calligraphy ink
Using chai pots, washi tape and my hand block stamps
An Aleph (first Hebrew letter) with my contentment stone

Felt Flowers

On a small table with my lovely purple Anokhi scarf

I realised I was going to need to send a shipment home as I was overwhelmed with bags of too much stuff. I did manage to get from Highgate Tube to Heathrow via the Tube but this is because. This included a load of things I had brought with just to photograph or make myself feel inspired and would also be comforting to me.

On the back of a chair on my balcony

This meant it was time to photograph the wonderful felt flowers I had bought in my colour theme (lilac) from the Folk-Art Museum in New York. I visited this compact museum in September 2019 and brought these serene felt flowers. https://folkartmuseum.org/

With ribbons

I then tried to photograph them in as many interesting ways as possible including; in the sun, in my room, in a ‘vase’ and tied to the back of my chair like a wedding posy.

Stuck in a pot outside my other balcony!

Everything was themed purple. Funny as I had dried flowers for my wedding posy and these were equally not fresh nor made of felt. Some of the shots were really over-exposed which I really liked and some were under the sun umbrella I had bought in Jaipur for Betsy which I was going to post to her.

With the umbrella to fight off the rain in Leeds!

But that was going to cost 2000 rupees and the umbrella only cost 200 so I thought I would wait and give it to her in person.

Fire and Lights

At night in the Secret Garden I had fun trying to take interesting shots of the fire we made (to keep warm and heat up the pizzas!)

The barbecue coals alight

and also the lights in the garden by swinging the camera round in spirals to complement my theme.

Done by focusing on three lights and twirling the camera around gently

The Secret Garden was a wonderful oasis of calm – well you still could hear the weddings – just outside Pushkar. With respect to my photography.

I lined the camera up with the garden lights and turned myself through 180 degrees as fast as possible

There were some terrible results but some really interesting ones. I wonder with a smaller camera I could have spun it round faster.

This time I made spiral of the three lights above

Or maybe I needed less bright lights before the exposure was finished. Anyway, all trial and error. Certainly fun.

Adult and Baby Personas

I had brought out a number of items that I specifically wanted to use in photographs which would need to go back in my first shipment.

Both personas outside

This included my stethoscope, my rabbit Benjamin who needed quite a bit of repair work and went for several coffees with me in Pushkar to do this, cuffs (which I wish I had kept as it is often cold at night), hiking boots as my trainers will do as well as some felted baby slippers. I enjoyed arranging them into an adult and baby personas and seeing if I could make them sit up.

The adult persona

The baby persona

However it was very difficult to photograph them in the whole so I did lots of detailed photographs and planned to print them off and show them as a collage.

Adult persona thorax and left arm

I was inspired to do this by David Hockney’s fabulous work. He also inspired me to get a pen to do electronic drawings. However, I am no Hockney!

Amlas – a very sour fruit indeed

I know that Ravi (the Dia Homestay manager) liked to use amla (a very sour fruit indeed) in pickles and his nephew Sonu in his juice bar.

So when I stayed overnight at the Secret Garden with Marie and Anoop I picked loads to give him climbing up trees and using it as a counting system for my runs.

Anoop suggested I run either seven or 19 times round the garden. But I couldn’t keep count so on every round I collected an amla.

Then I put these 19 in my top and twizzled it around to go back to my room. I took a self-timer video of them all spilling out. Here it is – Kerry Robinson said it was ok to use it. Something about emptying yourself out!

After my run I carried the 19 amlas upstairs and discharged them onto the floor

Ribbons and Stone

I had a really successful morning getting 92 photos from 3 tied up purple ribbons and the stone I was given at the end of the Bridge Retreat.

Three ribbons and stone 1

Contentment was my happiest childhood memory and it was making coffees out of mud in our garden under the apple trees. Another fun memory was having a bath with my sister Sukey and turning hair on the side of the bath into interesting shapes and telling her it was the Japanese letter for x for instance. She did believe me for a while!

Three ribbons and stone 2

It was fun, not just taking the photos, but also thinking of ways to display them eventually at the installation I want to hold after my sabbatical.

Three ribbons and stone 3

One way was to display them digitally on a loop with 0.5 seconds per picture and for it to make a click like an old-fashioned slide projector as each slide is changed. I saw this recently (without the click) at an art show. It reminded me of the days of getting slides printed out and using carousels. I once entered a competition at the Royal Society of Medicine for the Paediatric Registrars Prize in 1994. I insisted on using a double carousel which I warned against – as you can get them out of sync but I managed and I won! My mum was there to schep naches (from Yiddish שעפּן נחת means ‘derive pride’).

The end of Pushkar Photography.

Sunrise at the Savitri Temple, Pushkar

My next blog will cover what I completed in Rajasthan before I came to see textiles in Gujarat.

When not visiting camels I did this!

I stayed for a week at the Chamel Charishma Lodge https://www.camelcharisma.com/camel-experiences/. It is committed to supporting the welfare of camels as they are dwindling in numbers. They support local herders by buying the camel milk from them at a much higher rate than the government prices (three times). They only milk them once daily and they have their calves with them for a year.

The morning milk is taken after the calves have fed.
They look rather prehistoric – a bit like dinosaurs

I was the only guest there which meant I was looked after on an individual level but also escaped all trappings of making polite conversations with other tourists. There was limited WiFi by the main office and every morning I woke to the sounds of deer, cows, dogs and lots of monkeys. Early morning yoga on the roof with the sun rising was sublime. I only do this for 10 minutes because as you know I don’t like to get too bogged down with commitment – well other than knitting which I can do for hours!

Santa also hennaed both my hands and feet.

And she made a purple dessert for the first time – beetroot halva and I made borscht for all of us. And there was pomegranate juice too!

Beetroot halve with cashews and cardamon
On my table in the sun – pomegranate juice
Borscht. The cream came out from a container looking like fat toothpaste!

Now on with my stuff…..

Jungle Jelabi Mobile

A group of six of us went out for lunch towards the end of my stay in Pushkar. When we were leaving the hotel we had been to for lunch, Leo pointed out the seeds of the Pithecellobium Dulce known locally as Jungle Jelabi seeds because he knew I was on a spiral quest.

Such a beautiful shape
The magic number 7!
My stash (not knitting!)

I collected about a dozen but returned the next morning to collect enough for me to have 19 strands each with 7 spiral seed pods. I bought another dream catcher hoop and painted it dark pink with the pen ink. That was a waste of time as I covered the whole of it with the special tape, I had bought out recommended to me by Renee from our knitting holiday in January to help keep our place with knitting patterns. It is called Washi Tape.

The tape holding the strings apart

I made 9 strands with 14 seed pods attached via a slip knot. There was a longer gap in the middle to hang over the hoop. I fixed each end with 4 small silver bells and a crimp. I then made a final single one of 7 seeds and bells and used the other end to make the mobile hang up from 4 sections (12 o’clock, 3 o’clock etc).

Keeping the strings separated before loading onto the holder

I locked all the strings in place with the Washi Tape and used it to separate them out roughly evenly and hey presto a 19-string jungle jelabi mobile.

I had to get down and lie on the floor for this shot.

I photographed it all over the camel conservation place and took videos too.

Video 1 outside my room
Movie not by the white wall!

Plasticine

I was going to give the two packets I bought here away as I just didn’t know what to do with it. It only cost 75 rupees for each packet (80p). But I decided in the end to take the purple out of the packet and mix up turquoise, red and a light flesh colour which made a murky aubergine colour.

Who could predict this would make a murky aubergine colour?

I then rolled them into sausage shapes and twisted them round this way and that. I fixed the breaks where I had got carried away and over twisted it.

I then slowly twisted the two colours round each other. Firstly, it looked like a pair of chromosomes coming together to replicate.

I do hope neither yours nor a bananas DNA looks like this!

I then repeatedly twisted them round each other and then then I squished them together and turned them into a new, fatter murky purply aubergine spiral.

Well things will stand up if thick and sturdy enough!

This could stand up. I then squished the whole caboodle onto 220 gm white paper. First, I used a glass as a rolling pin, then my right palm and finally my right middle finger to make a gerbera type flower with 23 petals.

My 23 petalled
Gerbera next to a camel leather gourd

Of course, prime rules. I have placed this ‘creation’ on a piece of heavy white paper and will bring it home.

Small purple beach balls

This has been more of a photography project but I really enjoyed both the spontaneity of buying them, blowing them up listening to BBC History of 100 object podcasts in the sun as I couldn’t crochet because of my extremely swollen finger (a combination of a bee sting that I had madly scratched – so self-inflicted really).

With Ramaji the driver and fixer of bikes

I enjoyed photographing them with the people working here, in the sun, in water to see the reflections. I bought two flower ones and five stripy ones to continue the prime number theme.

Such a wonderful and strong image
I just love the reflections on the water – it looks like water lilies.

One evening we played a bit of volleyball without any rules or a net!

Then Gelabi who is a cook and cleaner brought her one-year old grandson and he totally loved the balls.

Gelabi love purple too. With her grandson

He kicked them about and threw them down. It was wonderful to watch his wonder and I gave them and all my spare colouring stuff to him on my departure.

Kicking them under the tree

Feathers

Feathers

I decided to write a poem about feathers. A while back I wrote a poem about an impenetrable gun metal emotional box of all my vulnerabilities and imperfections.

Enilorac is my old name backwards. This poem was written using a mind map during a UCL women’s only writing event. In my mind I had thought I had turned it into feathers. But the mind plays tricks and I hadn’t.

I wanted this gunmetal box to metamorphose into feathers. As usual with my poetry, I did a mind map to get the creative juices going. It was easy even for me to draw a feather! One section of my feather poetry mind map was human uses of feathers. I had picked up a number from the five chickens here and interesting it was possible to make or illustrate all of them. The poem will be released in the poetry section later on – well I need to write it first!

One of the roosters

I didn’t have enough for a feather pillow but I did photograph the small fluffy ones.

I knew that there aren’t feather pillows here in India and brought two with me but this (again) was over the top so I sent one back. I prepared some purple and black modelling clay and inserted all the large plain feathers as a headdress which I will leave behind.

The headdress with camel leather water bottles

I displayed the prettier feathers with lace and ribbon to represent feather fashion accessories.

Feather in fashion 1
Feather in fashion 2
Feather in fashion 3

I finally made a very elegant feather duster which I have left here as an embellishment in a camel leather vase and will probably never be used for its intended purpose!

I think this will have to do for this blog although I did quite a bit more in Rajpura but there are already 30 photos, two videos and one rather heavy poem so I will spare you more!

Getting into the swing

So being in one place for a few weeks with the most inspiring room really helps things to get going. This was at the Dia Homestay in Pushkar where I stayed for three weeks in November 2019.

I did a few touristy things in Pushkar – like walking up at 0630 for sunrise at the Savitri Temple

I am going to write this blog through four completed projects!

But before I start a really wonderful set of four videos about Charlie the Unicorn. Enjoy.

Bulbs and Seeds

In the UK just before I left, I cycled to a garden centre in Kentish Town and bought every purple or lilac seed and bulb packet I could lay my hands on. I brought them to India with the idea of settling in one place and planting them out and watching them grow. I wanted to set up my phone to video them for 1 second each day. Betsy did this for about a year and produced a very interesting 365 second (just over six minutes) documentary of that year. But I realised early on I might want to travel. It seemed that planting them in the Dia homestay in Pushkar would be a good idea.

All the purple seeds and bulbs that I helped to plant

Anoop, the owner, was both obliging and keen but he thought they would be better off in his secret garden. I went there on the back of the manager Ravi’s motor bike.

I have travelled a huge amount in Rajastan on the back of motorbikes. It is exhilarating if a little scary!

We bought 11 x 15 cm pots for the grand sum of 220 rupees (25p per pot!) and I helped the gardener and Ravi to plant all the bulbs and most of the seeds. We worked out the pet tortoises were eating all the plants that Anoop and Marie had recently had planted so the pair of them were moved to another garden behind a gate.

One of a pair of pet tortoises who eat seedlings – oh no – they had to be banished to a more mature garden.

The only problem for me was trying to get regular photos of how my bulbs and seeds were doing. The people who worked there only had old Nokia bricks (like my Dad!) and so couldn’t take regular photos. But you just can’t control everything!

These bulbs went into pots

Grape Hyacinth, Anemone, Iris, Crocus, Standard Hyacinth.

The work was supervised by this very experienced gardener

And these seeds were sown

Flowers; Blue Angel, Cornflower, Lobelia, Blue Cushion, Pansy, Phlox, Nigella, Crane’s Bill, Baby Blue Eyes, Poppy, Sweet Pea.

Vegetables and herbs; Kale, Carrot, Chives, Basil, Borage, Verbena, Broccoli.

Not really hard work – more supervisory! The seeds were planted randomly in the ground behind where I am standing

We returned a week later. Nothing doing on the bulb front but a number of the seeds had germinated. I fear this is another complete disaster. Not on the global scale but on my journey where I had imagined everything I had brought with me would be wildly successful. Not that I am driven (thanks Mum!) but tolerating disappointment doesn’t come easy but I am learning to celebrate even things that fail.

Yarn bombing – well wrapping really – like a bandage

I brought loads of yarn from the Handweavers Studio – I pretty much bought every shade of purple in as many yarns as they sold. Once I realised I would stay in Pushkar for a while I suggested to the owner of the Dia Homestay that he might like me to wrap his vines in yarn.

The tree is a known as the Jungle Jelabi tree or Manila Tamarind and in Latin as Pithecellobium dulce. But it is dead. I decided to wrap the surrounding vine trunks.

Anoop readily agreed and his girlfriend Marie gave me some extra supplies (purple acrylic twine and a tassel made originally to decorate camels.

You can see the pompom used to decorate camels.

I thought I could do about a foot of wrapping a day. It is quite back breaking work as much of the yarn I had was pretty thin.

My stash……

It is also pretty tedious so I listened to a set of BBC podcasts. On the Crypto Qqueen, Murder at the Lucky Hotel and Ratlines. They were fascinating, informative and really well produced.

Half way through

Anoop put a rather scary wooden mask in the tree and I gave him a rather bright purple moustache, beard and headband. He put it there to frighten me but I thought it was rather funny to be honest.

The redecorated scary man!

I am thrilled he has let me loose on this amazing set of vine trunks in his garden and it is a way of finishing up all the excess yarn from my 2019 mystery blanket and make a start on the stash I lugged here.

Nearing the end!

Besides taking lots of photos I have threaded each of the yarns I have used into a bracelet and made a pompom too. Stupidly I bought a fancy pompom maker from Purl Soho (very upmarket knitting shop in New York with particularly icy staff) when I should have brought my tried and tested kit from London so the pompoms are naff to say the least!

An early evening shot of the left side completed.

I also brought some fairy lights and wound a blue set around another trunk. But like Adrian, Marie doesn’t like this very artificial colour so I switched it for a yellow set! I was delighted that Anoop and Marie not only allowed but positively encouraged me to do this. It was a great project for me to do at the beginning.

Dream catchers

I made my first ever dream catcher having looked up some videos on YouTube but also Babu at the Paka Wala shop in Pushkar.

Babu was very patient and loved to use superglue to stiffen the yarn rather than using needles. In the first one I used the feathers I had gathered outside the Anokhi Textile Museum near Amber Fort and some stones I had bought with me.

My first dream catcher on my balcony

For all 4 of the dream catchers I used hand spun and vegetable dyed yarn from Peru.

The subsequent ones I made using all beads I had but bought the hoops and feather from Babu. Lily who I met at Dia Homestay gave me some earrings which I broke up to use at the bottom. I used beads left over from the mystery blanket 2019 and mother of pearl buttons that came from Hazel (I think).

My 4 dream catchers in my bedroom

Besides photographing them on my balcony I took them down to the swing near the trees I had yarn bombed, covered the swinging seat with my purple sarong and videoed them dancing as the swing swung

This can make you feel a bit giddy

This is the first new skill I have learnt here.

Cards

I brought with me 10 card and envelope blanks. I tried with my first commissioned stamp but it wasn’t really of good enough quality to be the feature of my cards. Or maybe I am just not a very good stamper? I think the man I commissioned to make them has waltzed off with the 2000 rupees and hasn’t been seen since and I had checked on him daily. Actually, he did deliver! I think he might have been busy doing my stamps and going to college – whoops…..

So, I put the stamps on the back and on the front lined all the cards at the top and bottom with Washi Tape. I then put the first paper cyanotype prints I had made at Trowbridge all guillotined up on the front. I had decorated them with puff paint. I did it as the Traveller’s Boutique Café and left them to dry under a seat. Then the café seemed to have closed down for two days. I went with my torch at night time when someone was lying on an adjacent bench on the phone and said nothing to me as I rescued them! It felt quite surreal entering a closed property and fishing around under a bench for some papers.

I cut them all at an angle and put between one and three on a page with a wooden butterfly sprayed with purple plasti-kote spray paint on each one. Or some painted with a pinky purple ink I had brought.

My 10 cards. They are quite nice. But nothing particularly special and not really in my theme but I wanted to complete them……

Addendum on calligraphy

I really don’t think my calligraphy is up to much. I left the set in Pushkar that I had brought out following a lovely class in Islington with wine one evening. You cannot be good at everything. The nibs don’t work and to be honest I just don’t have the patience. Interestingly in the 6th form where we could choose an art option and I knew painting wasn’t my forte I chose to do calligraphy and I wasn’t that bad!

Next time there will be camels and things that I made in Rajpura, near Ranakpur.

Hmmmm – really Spirographs? Is this where creativity should start? Well yes it did for me!

I think I have thought a lot about my design. And there are many conceptual possibilities and limitations. I don’t see this as failings on my part in how to carry them out but rather physical impossibilities such as the materials I don’t have or know how to use. And of course, there is a time constraint although with four months here this seems an old adage used to excuse myself from being truly creative. I am not, for instance going to do intricate embroidery although of course I could. And probably not large floor loom weaving as I am unlikely to have access to one. Or fine figure painting because I can’t.

I have put this photo in as I went to visit a herd of milking camels nearby. They keep their calves with them for a year and only are milked once a day. They do rather remind me of dinosaurs with halitosis.
I love the affection and play between the camel and her calf. Also I don’t want my first image to be my dreadful drawing.

Of course, there are things I do have time for and aren’t any good at like drawing or sculpture but as I bought the requisite materials then I will have a go and be satisfied I had a go and failed – you should see my drawings I have done based on my initial spirograph drawings. Truly terrible.

Done at break neck speed with increasingly fatter nib pens. Truly dreadful. The rest are no better!
Another pretty dreadful drawing with wax crayons

But part of you has to fail to know that you really aren’t any good at something. Even if others think you are actually good at something if it doesn’t spark joy in you (thanks Marie Kondo who wrote the celebrated “Magic Art of Tidying” – one of my new bibles) then I cannot really celebrate it. I am also scared. I have been very clear and repeated this almost as a mantra before I left. I wanted to spend my time here being as creative as I truly could be. I find my work in London hugely satisfying but limiting in the creativity I am allowed to do both in my clinical work and my teaching. There is a carte blanche with true material creativity (painting, drawing, musical composition etc) that there really are no rules. But the health and university system are tied by so many rules most people cannot even remember why they are there!

I laid all the things out in both places that I have stayed for at least a week so that seeing them can inspire me to be creative. Going around with my eyes open has led to purchases – like seven purple small blow-up beach balls bargained down to 300 rupees (50p each ball).

7 balls. 2 of flowers and 5 of stripes. In a pond outside my room. All prime numbers……..

And having a decent camera makes me place things in as many different ways as possible. That really does fill me with joy. I have managed to delight in spending time photographing different arrangements of ribbons and a stone. The ribbons were purple, lilac and violet. The stone said “contentment” on one side which is the most memorable feeling I had a child. This was given to me at the end of the Bridge Retreat I did in July this year in Frome, Somerset. Before receiving it, I danced to Karl Jenkins Palladio ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mqmbz8W1-tA ) flinging my arms high into the sky in a yurt on a wooden bridge beautifully decorated with flowers. Freddy gave me the stone at the other side. I took 92 photos and could have gone on.

Enjoy – only another 91 to see!

It reminded me of an exercise I did on Staff College. This was an amazing leadership course set up with the Army and NHS by Aiden Halligan. We were asked once to write down all the different uses we could think of a paper clip. Most come up with under 10, some 10 to 20 and occasionally people came up with more – that was me. Its is just the way my mind works. Always whizzing about thinking about things. I find meditation and mindfulness so painful. Not constricting just impossible! Yoga is fine though – phew as it really helps my back.

I had been keen to design a logo that sums up my theme and this may still be possible. But this might come later. I feel I am still at the exploratory phase.

Here is what I have been working on and considered completed….

Spirograph

So, the spirograph helped me unleash some creativity but I did do it an orderly way. Using the smallest of the 6 cogs till the largest and methodically going through all the points of each cog. The largest went up to 34. So, in total there are well over a 100 spirograph examples. I had the idea of some order but did need to decide where to move on the next drawing to start it. And I also had to decide when to change direction with the spirograph and then it got very busy. I used very thick paper (lilac 220gm paper) so it wouldn’t get any holes and it didn’t. I thought I might not get all the spirograph entries on one side and would need to insert a hole to get to the other side but that wasn’t necessary but maybe I missed some of the starting holes out (oh dear the problems of hyperactivity).

The tin I brought with me. Now shipped back – really what was I thinking when I packed? I came with 75 kg of stuff!

The Spirograph was invented in the year of my birth 1965 by Denys Fisher and sold in a Department Store in Leeds – Schofields. I used the 6 cogs which fit in the larger circle you have to hold to keep still. Each cog has between 10 and 34 settings. But they are produced different shapes which gradually change.

All the bits laid out

There are nicks where the cog jumps and the whole drawing then can become mal-aligned. I mostly turned them clockwise. It was a purple HiTechPoint pen on lilac paper. Nothing like sticking to the theme. Actually, the paper was chosen as it was the heaviest and Spirograph drawings tend to make holes in thinner paper. The bends and corners were most compressed – a bit like life when you make twists and turns it feels denser. I knew it wasn’t neat or particularly predictable but I also knew that in reality I just cannot draw so this was a great way to start and feel that I was being true to myself and my sabbatical. It is as much about realising your limitations and going with the flow of what you have and what you can do.

My first piece once my knitted mystery blanket was completed.

Lavender bags

The lavender was bothering me. It spilt all over my case and so I made 19 little lavender bags using the material I had bought from Anokhi. I had chosen only 2 designs as these were plentiful and I liked the designs (flowers).

The 19 lavender bags on my door in my fabulous room in the Dia Homestay, Pushkar.

So this was my only (well probably although I did buy some frangipane perfume oil later in Pushkar) foray into smell. And I decided to make 19 of them. For the year (2019). To commemorate what a hard and emotional year it has been for me. And it being a prime number. I tied the bags with the lavender yarn left over from my 2019 mystery blanket I had just completed.

They smell heady and comforting. I photographed them all around the room with different backdrops and with all different lights and using twists so that I could video them https://vimeo.com/377514037. I like the way they fall from a single point and all are different lengths and twist and unfurl on each other. Twisting takes time and get multiply tangled like life. I spent my last day untangling them which took well over an hour and I photographed them all nice and untangled. But this is a temporary respite from their normal state of getting re-tangled all over again!

You can see the Master Promise Hotel next door. 10/10 for it’s name!

Lavender isn’t a very pretty plant but it is characteristic with a very special smell. From fields in France to gardens in the UK. Especially lovely was the day I spent with Tracy at Hitchin Lavender with the wonderful lunch and a great time spent picking and taking fabulous photos. A truly wonderful memory. There is a photo of Hitchin Lavender on my first entry on purple.

All untangled. Another hour of my life gone but sooooooooo very satisfying. A bit like removing bogies from your child’s nose?

Cyanotyping

I had a wonderful day of cyanotyping in August 2019 in Trowbridge. In the morning I joined a class of other women and did the cyanotyping using 2 light sensitive chemicals (potassium ferricyanide and ferric ammonium citrate. We did paper and cotton and I brought along some taupe silk. All my results worked well there but when I tried to reproduce it on some baby vests the edges were a murky dark green and it didn’t have sharp blue edges.

On a different piece of paper I laid out 10 shapes I had recently painted.

I took both chemicals to India and decided to try it out on a thin piece of white A3. I prepped it in the shower part of my bathroom in Pushkar (Dia Homestay) and put it under a stool covered in towels but they got wet and the whole thing was one soggy mess. The A3 was too large to dry between applications (usually 3). I did expose it on the balcony but it was too blowy. I also only left it for 10 mins to expose it which again wasn’t long enough.

I then transferred the shapes at breakneck speed to the prepared paper and left them for 30 minutes in the afternoon sun.

The subsequent pieces I did (5 white A4 and 1 lilac A4 – all 220gm heavy paper) worked well. I prepped them in the dark (easy as it is dark between 1900 and 0700. I kept them in a felt case and once the wind had died down in the afternoon but the sun was still strong, I used them to make a whole pattern using bracelets, rings, earrings, findings from jewellery box, felt and wooden flowers. Essentially, anything that was round went on the paper. This worked really well.

The paper after expose worked well.

Next up will be yarn bombing (wrapping to be precise), dream catchers, a jungle jelabi mobile and cards.

How do you represent How Time goes Faster as you Get Older?

I have thought about this a lot over the past year. Part of coming to India was to see if I could be truly creative. Life at work will only tolerate a certain amount of creativity and then the hammer comes down and ‘Computer Says NO!’

I knew I needed some limits to be creative and thought that this theme might work. Certainly no one had bought the domain name – but it is not very catchy and rather long! I also limited my colour palate to purple (see earlier blog on this). At school when you are asked to write a story about anything it is really hard but when you are given a title such as The Woman with the Glue on her Fingers (me now!) then it really is much easier to get started.

Since I have been telling people about my theme I have been worried about how I really can see it panning out. Let’s be really clear. I just cannot draw. My copying skills are limited and my impatience overwhelming. I had thought of this. I suppose it has some connection with seeing something like How Time Goes Faster as People Get Older between my career and love of medicine and something I can imagine in space, in 3D but really it is about the 4th dimension and as my son says – time only really changes when you go to a different planet. Oh yes India can feel very different but I am firmly placed here on earth.

So the idea in my head was to start with a nearly perfect circle – no one is born perfect – I should know – I am often referred babies as a paediatrician whose deluded parents pick up the most minor aberrations and expect me to do something about it! But I do like a first opening circle. Full of promise, life and curiosity.

The circle then becomes a spiral in time and space. It twists and turns and has some nooks and crannies. It may break and be re-joined. I wasn’t sure what to do at the end. I could have made it become an every decreasing circular size but I am not sure as I get older that the circle I am on should get smaller. And should the end circle be like the first (birth) circle? Or should they even join up and look a bit like a doughnut?

I like the idea of using the gut as my organ of choice as it the place of most interest. Of course I love eating – and here are 2 purple meals I recently ate at a wonderful restaurant called Heavenly Blessing (with 103 amazing reviews on google!) It is next to where I am staying ( http://www.inn-seventh-heaven.com/Dia.html – I am in the room that has windows on all sides just below the roof terrace!) .

Not really purple food but a delicious breakfast of goat’s cheese on home baked fenugreak bread
This is called Blue Fantasy – it is creamy pasta with blue cheese and purple cabbage.

Back to why the gut is a great organ to model my theme. So besides eating, the gut is where we experience all sorts of emotions. Funny my spell checker wanted to put in the word emoticons! I have actually designed a load of personalised Carly emoticons. She has a purple face and grey hair!

I am not quite sure what is happening in the top right hand one?

So back to the gut and emotions. It is a repository for feelings such as anxiety and manifests all manner of feelings by experiencing pain, diarrhoea, constipation, indigestion etc. I rather like the duality of clearly the necessity of processing food (but eating is enjoyable to ensure we fill up our guts) but also where many emotional states and reactions are expressed. The joy of food, birth and living are all wondrous, joyous and fabulous.

Here is a pictorial representation. It is from a website (unsplash) where you can download free images. It is an image from Adrien Olichon.

So this is something I would like to express through as many media as possible. I have always maintained that I am a Jack (or rather Jill) of all trades and a master of none. My knitting is good but I am no expert. Before I left I made a list of all the ways I could explore my theme. There are 133. This is a multiple of 7 x 19. 19 is my special number this year and of course besides being the year we are currently in, it is partly in recognition of how much I have struggled this year. But I love prime numbers and and 7 fits with days of the week. Again fitting with the time theme. And my love of numbers and how they fit together.

My list of possibilities to explore my theme in reverse alphabetical order.

  1. Yoga
  2. Yarn bombing
  3. Woodwork
  4. Window art
  5. Weaving
  6. Water colour painting
  7. Walking
  8. Video
  9. Travel journal
  10. Toys
  11. Textile art
  12. Tattoos
  13. Tatting
  14. Tassels
  15. Stencils
  16. Stained glass
  17. Spirograph
  18. Soap
  19. Silkscreen printing
  20. Silk painting
  21. Silk flowers
  22. Short story
  23. Sewing
  24. Sellotape
  25. Sea shells sculptures
  26. Sawdust hearts
  27. Sand stone sculptures
  28. Rug making
  29. Ribbons
  30. Quilting
  31. Quilling
  32. Pressed flowers
  33. Pompoms
  34. Poetry
  35. Podcast
  36. Play writing
  37. Plastination
  38. Plasticine
  39. Plaster
  40. Planting
  41. Photography
  42. Pets
  43. Perfume
  44. Patchwork
  45. Pastels
  46. Papier-mâché
  47. Paper marbling
  48. Paper cuts
  49. Paint
  50. Origami
  51. Oil paint
  52. Mosaics
  53. Mobiles (not phones)
  54. Mindfulness
  55. Millinery
  56. Metalwork
  57. Meditation
  58. Massage
  59. Marquetry
  60. Mandalas
  61. Macramé
  62. Luggage tags
  63. Lino cuts
  64. Lighting
  65. Lego
  66. Leatherwork
  67. Lavender
  68. Lapidary
  69. Lace making
  70. Knitting
  71. Kites
  72. Journaling
  73. Jewellery
  74. Ipad drawing
  75. Installation
  76. Ink
  77. Hair design
  78. Glass work
  79. Gemstone
  80. Fused glass
  81. Furniture
  82. Food
  83. Flowers
  84. Flower arranging
  85. Fish
  86. Fire
  87. Fimo
  88. Felting
  89. Feather decorating
  90. Fascinators
  91. Family
  92. Fabric painting
  93. Fabric design
  94. Fabric books
  95. Embroidery
  96. Embossing
  97. Drink
  98. Dressing up
  99. Dream catcher
  100. Dancing
  101. Cyanotype
  102. Cutting
  103. Cushion making
  104. Crochet
  105. Composition (music)
  106. Comedy
  107. Collecting
  108. Clothes making
  109. Clock making
  110. Climate
  111. Clay sculpture
  112. Charity
  113. Charcoal
  114. Cards – playing
  115. Cards – commemorating
  116. Candle making
  117. Calligraphy
  118. Cake
  119. Bread
  120. Brass rubbing
  121. Botany
  122. Board game
  123. Blog
  124. Block printing
  125. Birds
  126. Beads
  127. Batik
  128. Bath bombs
  129. Balloon sculptures
  130. Aquarium
  131. Animation
  132. Animals
  133. Acrylic paint

I feel sorry for the z’s and y’s of the world as everyone has given up by the time they have got to the end of the list!

And clearly I cannot do all of this and I am not even sure what I mean by some of them. This final video shows what I have brought with me to start off!

https://vimeo.com/375809864

I have done some research on my theme and here are 2 useful links

https://qz.com/1279371/this-physicists-ideas-of-time-will-blow-your-mind/

https://qz.com/1516804/physics-explains-why-time-passes-faster-as-you-age/

And I have been a bit of a tourist.

Early morning jaunt up to Savitri’s temple (first wife of Shiva), Pushkar for the sunrise.
from this!

Next time I can start showing what I have been making…..

Becoming Carly

So I wasn’t always Carly. In fact until a few months ago, I was Caroline. But I went on a course to get a brain transplant – note not a personality transplant as I am  happy with that aspect of me but I realised that having a nickname was something I’d always yearned for and so took one. It is a known diminutive of Caroline. Take out the o and turn the ine into a y. Then I rhyme with my kids – Harry, Toby and Betsy. Rather uncool – yes. No it is actually completely naff (do you know where that comes from – not available for f—ing) – how useful is the internet?!

So why would anyone chose to start using a nickname at my age? Well I have always wanted one. Of my siblings, only my sister (Susanne -> Sukey) had one that I gave that to her whilst she was a baby. It was from this nursery rhyme. I rather like to compare these two YouTube videos of ‘Polly put the kettle on’. Funny how YouTube knows where you are as the first one is clearly recorded in India!

I did have nicknames at school but neither Fert nor Fart are particularly nice or kind names so I dispensed with them after school.

So what did possess me to change my name at the ripe old age of 54? Well for one I told people that why not now? Actually I used much worse language to be honest. Like the final f of naff…..

Clearly having a change in marital circumstances was part of it. Also, I had been on a course that did change my life – the Bridge Retreat in Frome, Somerset. The one for the Brain Transplant I mention above. Amazing course. Everyone should do it.

On the last day of the course, I decided I was Carly going forward. But we had no access to the internet otherwise I might have chosen one of the other nicknames names listed below. Carly for sure is a known diminutive of Caroline.

It isn’t that I didn’t like Caroline. I just wanted a change.

Caroline is the female variation of the name Carolus, or Charles (which means “freeman” or “full-grown man”). The name is also interpreted to mean “Beautiful woman” in Latin, “Music” and “Strong” in Italian, “Song of Happiness” in French, and “Joy” in American English.

What I could have chosen.

Nicknames for Caroline

My comments are italicised at the end of the explanation.

  1. Caro – The most common nickname for Caroline. This is my Mum’s name for me
  2. Carol – If you think Caro is too out there or grownup, try Carol. Never did like this name – sorry to all Carols out there!
  3. Callie – Is Callie a nickname for Caroline? Seems so.
  4. Caddie – Caddie Woodlawn was named Caroline – Caddie is an old nickname for Caroline. Now this is one I think I would have like more than Carly but too late now. Can’t change it again!
  5. Cal – A shortened form of Caroline. Sounds like a boy’s name
  6. Car – Short form of Caroline. For real – a car?
  7. Cara – A sweet short nickname for Caroline. Agreed
  8. Cara Curls – For a Caroline with naturally curly hair – well I don’t!
  9. Care Bear – Perhaps, the sweetest Caroline nickname. Vomit
  10. Cari – A sweet nickname for Caroline.
  11. Carla – Another popular nickname for Caroline.
  12. Carly – A cool nickname for Caroline; iCarly made this nickname cooler.
  13. Carolien – A Dutch variant of Caroline. Hardly a nickname
  14. CaroMine – I do quite like this one too.
  15. CaroWine – A funny Caroline nickname. Suitable for a Caroline that cannot do without her bottle of wine. Yup that is me. Particularly in dry Pushkar!
  16. Carrie – Another common nickname for Caroline. I know quite of lot of them and also reminds me of Carrie’s war. One reason to choose a more unusual nickname is that there are sooooooooooooooooooooo many Carolines.
  17. Cat – Some consider this a stretch, but it is a legitimate Caroline nickname. And another one for a cat lover like me.
  18. Cathy – Another nickname considered a stretch, but it works. I disagree – it is a nickname for Catherine really.
  19. Cawol – Suitable for a baby girl named Caroline, because if she could talk, this is exactly how she’d pronounce her name. Oh dear – going to vomit again……
  20. Caz – More popular in New Zealand and Australia. And of my lovely friend Caroline M.
  21. Coco – A cute or funny Caroline nickname, it depends on your tone. And always reminds me of Coco Channel – I should be so lucky to be so famous!
  22. Cora – A less popular nickname for Caroline. And no really very nice!
  23. Leena/Lina – From caro-LINE. Yes we get it but rather silly.
  24. Lennie – A cool nickname for Caroline, culled from Liney. Always reminds me of Lenny Henry so wrong gender. Are we allowed to say that still?
  25. Line – Not a very creative nickname, is it? Or at all attractive – Line – just no….
  26. Liney/Linney/Linnie – A sweet and playful nickname adapted from the original name Caroline. Better than Line but not much
  27. Lollie – Another example of how nicknames evolve. Quite a bit to be honest!
  28. Arrow – From (c-ARROW-line) mad mad mad!
  29. Ina – A nickname for Caroline with Danish origin.
  30. Joy – From the literal meaning of the name (interpreted as Joy in American English) for a happy soul named Caroline.
  31. KaroLie – A funny nickname for Caroline, especially if she knows how to spin a lie or two.
  32. Olie – Another stretch, but it’s an adorable stretch. No it is silly stretch and I have a nephew with that name! Interesting both he and his sister have nicknames – like their mother Sukey – all my doing!!!!
  33. Roe – If you have Caro, Carrol, Line, Liney, you are bound to have “Roe” as well. Well maybe but far fetched.

Things I have done since becoming Carly.

I have learnt to make sourdough bread – I had to leave my starter and hope Sarah and Lizzy feed it well.

I learnt to make yogurt last night – so simple and yummy.

I haven’t really learnt to respond that well to my name – even when no one has called me Caroline (as in Limnisa, Greece or here in India). Leonie came running across the street and physically touched me as she had been calling me Carly several times yesterday with no response!

In London, I wore a badge most of the time. Most people thought I had lost the plot but it meant they asked me about why I was wearing a badge and they could (as could I) make the change.

Kali

A lot of people in India say my name Carly pronounced Kahrli – and it is a bit like their goddess Kali. She looks a bit scary.

I like her nose ring and her skull necklace is cool if macabre.

Kali’s earliest appearance is that of a destroyer of evil forces. Kali has been worshipped by devotional movements and tantric sects variously as the Divine Mother, Mother of the Universe, Adi Shakti, or Adi Parashakti. Shakta Hindu and Tantric sects additionally worship her as the ultimate reality.

She is also seen as the divine protector and the one who bestows liberation. Kali is often portrayed standing or dancing on her consort, the Hindu god Shiva, who lies calm and prostrate beneath her. Kali is worshipped by Hindus throughout India.

Kali’s most common four-armed iconographic image shows each hand carrying variously a sword, a trident, a severed head and a bowl or skull-cup (kapala) catching the blood of the severed head.

Gosh all a bit powerful and scary!

This video really appeals. It is about medical art and reminds me of the fascinating a exhibition I went to with Elle Wilson recently – Body Worlds in London.

A very famous Carly

Carly Simon is a wonderful singer who’s song “You’re so vain – I bet you think this song is about you” is fab.

Other famous Carly’s are the app for cars and the American teen series iCarly

Carly app

No idea what it does but am running out of things to say!

iCarly

is an American teen sitcom that ran from 2007 for 5 years staring Miranda Cosgrove and it tells the story of Carly Shay, a teenager who creates her own web show called ‘iCarly’.

Carly is in pink in the middle

This is the end of the self-indulgent Caroline becomes Carly blog post. Next up is going to be about some of the things I have been creating.

This includes yarn bombing (wrapping actually), planting bulbs and seeds and taking lots of slightly weird photos. Oh and cyanotyping if it works out!

Rituals – well more like ritualistic daily events

I have decided to ground myself by undertaking regular rituals. They aren’t rituals in the true sense and I also think some of the things I think of as rituals are actually ceremonies. There is a useful website (https://www.differencebetween.com/) which helpfully differentiates the two. “A ritual refers to group of actions performed for their symbolic value. A ceremony is performed on a special occasion.” None of my repetitive actions is really either a ritual or a ceremony but anyway here they are.

I have played the card game patience every morning. To date not one has worked out!
I also do this daily. I am still pretty slow at finding them all but it is enjoyable.
Coffee is a mandatory daily event. I have found the best places so far in Jaipur and Pushkar. Do they meet up to Cricks? Probably not but enjoyable all the same.
Clearly I am obsessed about knitting and my creative journey couldn’t really start until the 2019 mystery blanket was finished. Ta da!
Now I run in the city – mostly off road. Previously I ran with Bryn round Highgate Woods.
I write my diary daily. I have additional books to write down thoughts about what I am planning to create, what I have created and how I did it and one about animals at one end and finances at the other. In London, for the last year and a half I wrote my morning pages. This has been a bit sporadic here.
This is a ritual – it actually is one! I am going to start this. Sarah and I bought the white key rings in Neve Tzedek, Tel Aviv in April 2019 during Pesach (Passover). But as you can see the conch shells have been falling off and it is rather tatty. I found they were actually made by Anokhi in India so bought a pair of every colour imaginable. So we will change them every Pesach going forward. As we bought them in Israel and Hebrew goes from left to right we will both use the lime green one first. These keys will last till Pesach 2033. How very cool!
I do up to 10 minutes guided meditation every day. Still not very good at this! Mind wandering problem………
I was introduced to a really useful and enjoyable yoga app. I do 10 mins twice a day

I am not really very good at yoga but I do try! Here is a short story I wrote. Interesting my kids had different opinions about it. Harry enjoyed it, Toby thought is was very dull and boring and Betsy thought it was good but need to a greater climactic ending. See what you think?

Carly does yoga

Carly knows yoga will be helpful for her wellbeing at this moment in time.

Everyone knows yoga is helpful when you are going through a difficult period. Yoga teaches you to relax. Carly knows she needs to relax more. She investigates. She thinks a simpler, slow version of yoga is best and an early morning yoga class will be best of all, as she will start off the day calmly. Calm Carly. That sounds good.

Carly last did yoga when she was pregnant and that was a very long time ago. Carly thinks yoga will help her develop her inner core – that’s what people say. Carly considers her inner core for a minute.  But Carly gets bored very easily and worries that she will let her mind wander during the yoga. Also, Carly is not very bendy. In fact, the last time she sat crossed-legged was in primary school and now Carly prefers to sit like a duck with her feet sticking out to each side. How will Carly be able to get her knees below the level of her hips? She may need a mountain of rubber yoga blocks under each knee to achieve this. She is worried there won’t be enough blocks left for the other participants. She spends most of the class thinking about these people. Is anyone less bendy than Carly? She thinks probably not. She is correct. No one is less bendy than Carly. She makes a miserable face but she carries on. Carly tries all different yoga animal poses. She has to be a dog, a cow and a cat. She wonders if there are chicken, lizard or rabbit yoga poses? She tries to bring herself back to the present by concentrating on her breath. She listens to the yoga teacher who tells her to be a baby. Carly makes a sulky face as she has remembered she hates babies. That is odd as Carly is a paediatrician.

Once she has completed the animal section of the yoga, Carly does some sun salutation dance positions and repeats the sequence three times. She likes the number three. In fact, she likes all odd numbers as she feels they get a hard time compared to even ones. By nature, Carly likes to support the underdog. Even underdog numbers. Then she does some warrior positions. Carly is surprised there are war-like yoga positions. But she goes with the flow. She does warrior 1, warrior 2 and finally warrior 3 . This last one is a side angle warrior which can be extended to expose all your organs to the elements. Carly thinks of a crow pecking away at her left lung and spleen as she stretches up towards the sky.

Then Carly is instructed she needs to find a partner. Hmmmmm… she thinks. Who is the same size as her? She surveys the heights of the other yoga participants. They are all taller than her. Last night she went for a walk with Wendy after drinking a lot of wine and they farted the entire way home following the consumption of some vegetarian moussaka for dinner made with lentils. She smiles at Wendy who agrees to partner her. When she bends down, she mouths silently to Wendy to desist from farting and they both erupt in giggles. This is not very zen at all.

Carly is relieved as she can finally start the last pose. This involves resting flat on her back with her palms facing upwards in submission. It is called the corpse pose. Phew! Carly can do that well. She closes her eyes and concentrates on her breath and what she would like to eat for breakfast. She keeps her eyes shut to savour this part of the yoga class and bring her attention back to her breathing. The teacher carefully draws symmetrically around her face. Carly is overwhelmed and cries. Yoga has been good for her.

Carly does yoga.

Carly knows yoga will be helpful for her wellbeing at this moment in time.

Everyone knows yoga is helpful when you are going through a difficult period. Yoga teaches you to relax. Carly knows she needs to relax more. She investigates. She thinks a simpler, slow version of yoga is best and an early morning yoga class will be best of all, as she will start off the day calmly. Calm Carly. That sounds good.

Carly last did yoga when she was pregnant and that was a very long time ago. Carly thinks yoga will help her develop her inner core – that’s what people say. Carly considers her inner core for a minute.  But Carly gets bored very easily and worries that she will let her mind wander during the yoga. Also, Carly is not very bendy. In fact, the last time she sat crossed-legged was in primary school and now Carly prefers to sit like a duck with her feet sticking out to each side. How will Carly be able to get her knees below the level of her hips? She may need a mountain of rubber yoga blocks under each knee to achieve this. She is worried there won’t be enough blocks left for the other participants. She spends most of the class thinking about these people. Is anyone less bendy than Carly? She thinks probably not. She is correct. No one is less bendy than Carly. She makes a miserable face but she carries on. Carly tries all different yoga animal poses. She has to be a dog, a cow and a cat. She wonders if there are chicken, lizard or rabbit yoga poses? She tries to bring herself back to the present by concentrating on her breath. She listens to the yoga teacher who tells her to be a baby. Carly makes a sulky face as she has remembered she hates babies. That is odd as Carly is a paediatrician.

Once she has completed the animal section of the yoga, Carly does some sun salutation dance positions and repeats the sequence three times. She likes the number three. In fact, she likes all odd numbers as she feels they get a hard time compared to even ones. By nature, Carly likes to support the underdog. Even underdog numbers. Then she does some warrior positions. Carly is surprised there are war-like yoga positions. But she goes with the flow. She does warrior 1, warrior 2 and finally warrior 3 . This last one is a side angle warrior which can be extended to expose all your organs to the elements. Carly thinks of a crow pecking away at her left lung and spleen as she stretches up towards the sky.

Then Carly is instructed she needs to find a partner. Hmmmmm… she thinks. Who is the same size as her? She surveys the heights of the other yoga participants. They are all taller than her. Last night she went for a walk with Wendy after drinking a lot of wine and they farted the entire way home following the consumption of some vegetarian moussaka for dinner made with lentils. She smiles at Wendy who agrees to partner her. When she bends down, she mouths silently to Wendy to desist from farting and they both erupt in giggles. This is not very zen at all.

Carly is relieved as she can finally start the last pose. This involves resting flat on her back with her palms facing upwards in submission. It is called the corpse pose. Phew! Carly can do that well. She closes her eyes and concentrates on her breath and what she would like to eat for breakfast. She keeps her eyes shut to savour this part of the yoga class and bring her attention back to her breathing. The teacher carefully draws symmetrically around her face. Carly is overwhelmed and cries. Yoga has been good for her.

The end of Carly does yoga.

and the end of this blog. The next one is on Becoming Carly.