Spent February break plastering the kitchen and was grateful for A's help to get eight more bags of lime when it looked like I would run out of supplies and to varnish the new windows. Each morning started with lighting the wood stove, making strong coffee and mixing the first of several buckets of lime plaster. First I worked on the wood fibre boards over the isolation that P placed around the windows and then on the prepared Ytong blocks. This large back wall felt like preparing a giant surface for a minimalist painting. I am not tempted at all to paint a 'fresco' or fill this empty space with anything. Unlike on the old masonry walls this is a more a decorative final layer rather than the three coats of functional plaster that need to 'breath' in the older part of the house.
The daily 'sound-scapes' that become apparent in the emptiness of relative silence are as important for the sense of time and place as the windows, doors and other openings that filter the changing light and colours at different times of day and night and frame the views that connect inside and outside in dialogue with the body and mind when it is aware of and alert to these subtle changes.
The sound of the falcon screeching in the tower, the cooing of wood pigeons in the branches of the beech and chestnut tree, the voices from the road, the rattle of tourist's wheeling cases and the rumble of car tyres on cobbles and of course the bells that dolefully toll the hours or the tinkling of chiming carillons are all part of the music.
Taking time to look up at the stars on a clear night from the terrace I recognised Ursa Minor, Orion and the Pleiades.
Bouts of plastering were punctuated by cups of coffee accompanied by cloud gazing and relishing the changes of light in the branches when the grey veil of rain lifted either from the terrace or through the skylights and windows.
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| The newly restored 'organic' south transept window of Sint Salvator's and the spreading branches of the beech tree in the garden of the Hof van Pittem with it's first spring buds just beginning to appear. |
Retrieved my painting from the bookshop where they have been on display for a few months and found they look just as good placed against the newly plastered kitchen wall as they do adjacent to shelves of books.
Have discovered a correlation between the processes and concerns in the house and in the paintings. There is a preoccupation with materials, colours and surfaces in which windows, partially framed views and small contained spaces, fragmentary remains and traces on walls and in built, layered and painted surfaces act as 'mirrors of time' in which the boundaries between animate and inanimate, living and dead, are not so clearly defined but part of a circle of continuity in which things arise and cease dependent on causes and conditions.
The newly restored apse of the Onze Lieve Vrouwekirk was open so I went in to take at the colours and materials, the beautiful articulation of light and space and the marvelous brick vault. They have kept fragments of medieval painting which are part of the fabric and layers of the building's history.
Took time out to see '45 years' with Charlotte Rampling and Tom Courtney at the Lumiere Cinema on Thursday evening. A house, a couple and a haunting from the past, in which a photograph in the attic and the ice of a Swiss glacier have frozen time, and preserved both a face and body, rekindling the sense of desire and loss like the pain of an old wound or the smouldering embers of an old fire. The actors faces and gestures reflected like mirrors the public and private memories and emotions evolving in the unremarkable ordinariness of an unfolding week in the life of this retired couple in a small Norfolk town. The interlocking of interior and exterior worlds and the cinematic illusion of reality is complete with acting that is almost invisible.
Tidied up the terrace and stacked more bricks ready for the hall floor which is the next job. Since these bricks are pre-industrial and hand made they often bear the imprint of the brick-makers fingers baked into the clay and each time I find one its almost like discovering a human fossil. I keep finding analogies between cooking and building. Both involve creativity in identifying, preparing and mixing various ingredients. Bricks are just like bisquits in that they are made from shaped dough baked in an oven, except of course you can't eat them and they can be recycled after a couple of hundred years to rebuild a wall or make a floor.
The
cinema, galleries and museums, libraries and bookshops, shops, market,
churches, public squares courtyards and gardens, and the concertgebouw
are all within a 5 minute walk. There is no need to use public transport or drive as everything can be reached on foot. This human scale is perhaps the optimal size for urban community living rather than rural isolation and offers perhaps a blueprint from the past for the future of sustainable cities supported by local permaculture. I would certainly like to experiment with my own small terrace by growing vegetables, salads and herbs etc. in meter square boxes in the shelter of a small 'hortus conclusus' around which the house folds in an L shape. I will certainly place a rainwater collection tank and would like if possible eventually to place some solar panels on the kitchen roof which cannot be seen from the road outside. There is much potential in a small space where infinite worlds can unfold just as they do in the early Flemish paintings.
R and I went a couple of
weeks ago to see Julien Libeer, Lorenzo Gatto and Hrachya Avanesyan and
Sevek Avanesya in a last minute concert replacing Maria Joao Pires who had to cancel through illness with Beethoven sonata for Violin
and Piano in A, opus 12/2, Maurice Ravel's 'Le tombeau de Couperin' and Arno Babajanyan 'Klaviertrio in fis' They received a standing ovation. The next concerts to book are in March with Rinaldo Alessandrini - 'Van Frescobaldi naar Bach' on the 18th and Concerto Italiano with Scarlatti and Caino on the 19th.
