Lady May

Just finished this off today, she had been armless since 29/5/13 when I made her, I was trying to work out if she could be like the fragment pieces ( I havent made yet ) with bits of her missing but in the end I gave the poor love some arms, the girls have very thin arms here but they are not that thin!
The writing below I wrote back in May when I was feeling a bit more mental than I am now but it still stands.

 

This is the thin armed girls, the columbian music, the tense flamenco meets upright edwardian bursting with passion.

This is Cethelia meets Cynthia.

This is trumpets and the letter R I can’t roll.

This is buying firm glossy black-eyed fish from a thick eye-lashed, full faced girl. This is fresh clean vegetables and the happy encouraging lady who smiled so heartfelt when we spoke Spanish badly.

This is sunshine, Ibrahim Ferrer.

This is dancing on the street with strangers and twirling under bandstands, this is the passion we have but cant express so latin like.

This is sharing the pavement, sharing the road, wether its a pedestrian or a motorbike, a wave or a nod… ‘after you bicycle girl’.

This is going down hill on smooth tarmac, the wind rushing past your ears making you hum, sing out loud without realizing.

This is the kindness of strangers, the caretaker man who cut holes in and then put a red bin liner over my head when it rained so I cycled off with the corners flapping violently like wild shoulder pads, grinning as people stared.

This is for feeling ripped off buying two miniature fans and then finding a big one for one euro from the street.

This is for clever pregnant bellied girls, swollen with pride and next centuries promise.

This is for Tracy and for success.

This is for being in a band and making magic together and smiling to each other and feeling it in your core.

This is for finding things when your not looking.

This for when your hands are tied, your position sealed and you are content with it.

This is for when things come easily, simply, without pain.

First night street party Gracia style, 3 days of drinking….er no…sorry bands and displays and stuff. Each street competes with each other to make the best display, because the streets are narrow they tend to go up high, realy imaginative and a recyclers joy! We went thursday night and I couldn’t work friday, I partly blame my very slight lack of an ability to show restrain but mostly I blame BBM = Barcelona’s Basterdisation of the Mojito i.e a plastic cup full of rum with a hint of mint and maybe a soopson of sugar ) So we never made it back until sunday when it was time for the local people on that street to have a big meal on long tables…as they do here…a lot


  
AM = Acquiring mojito

 PM = Post mojito


Graham spotted some flying pans…ha ha


body out of used cans, legs out of cutlery, there lots of flying things here but think these were my favorite… they just all looked surprised




sunday mooch about



 totally cool chandeliers from hose pipe and plastic bottles, and they worked too!

totally brilliant fish street






 



may have got a bit obsessed about this fish with recent sculptures in mind, the only pic I missed was the whole street as it changed colours as you went up, so simple but brilliant, a colour orgy!

 everything was made out of paper, so funny they just dont think it will rain!




Totally…am I saying totally too much! I totally loved this flower street




 



  
this was from a farm yard one complet with little buzzing flys

and an arty door round the corner