Wordless Wednesday: Matthew
Wordless Wednesday: Matthew
Blue Monday: Big Blue Cock
There has been much humorous speculation about the intentions of the German artist in producing a sculpture that many associate with the Gallic Rooster, one of the most famous symbols of France.
The artist says that the sculpture is simply a rendition of a domestic farmyard cockerel! How ironic though to have this Gaulois giant looming over the most famous monument to a British victory over the French. Whatever the case, it makes me smile :-)
I spent a lovely, sunny afternoon sitting in Trafalgar Square this week! I’d met my brother at Oxford Circus, for lunch near his offices, and had a few hours spare before Simon and I went to an intriguing meeting at the British Computer Society’s London offices.
The square itself is a monument to the Battle of Trafalgar in 1805. Nelson’s Column stands in the centre of the square looking south toward The Palace of Westminster and Big Ben. To the north is one of my favourite buildings in London, The National Gallery.
The stairs to the Upper Terrace and the Gallery are flanked by two of the squares famous plinths. To the left, in the northeast, on The Fourth Plinth, stands Hahn/Cock by Katharina Fritsch and to the right is King George IV on the northeast plinth.
For all of you who have a love of art, no visit to the city of London is complete without visiting both the National Gallery and the National Portrait Gallery. This is a very relaxed part of the city, with great access to other areas either by foot or by Tube from Charring Cross. It’s a great place to start your day-out from!
Threshold: Also called limen. Psychology, Physiology . the point at which a stimulus is of sufficient intensity to begin to produce an effect: the threshold of consciousness; a low threshold of pain.
People often speak about having either a low or high pain threshold. I think that’s a difficult thing to quantify! My own threshold is the point at which it becomes unbearable, the point at which I break.
I’m often told that I’m brave. I don’t really feel it! Chronic illness doesn’t give you many choices. You just have to make the best of a bad situation, to find and hold onto the good and beautiful things in life.
Some years ago I made a series of self portraits when I was in a lot of pain, both physical and emotional. My Crohn’s disease had recently spread and was causing a very rare set of symptoms. I was in such agony and was having real difficulty in getting the right medical support and treatment.
It’s taken five years to finally get the complete diagnosis and a treatment plan that keeps the symptoms somewhat under control. I have Ano-genital Crohn’s with secondary psoriasis. There are only thirty cases, that know of, being treated by the specialist hospitals in London and the South East. At times I feel very isolated.
My pain threshold has been breached on far too many occasions! Thankfully the latest steroid cream has kept the wounds at a minimum and it’s been about sixth months since I last had to use any morphine.
All this is in addition to my general levels of pain from Crohn’s and Fibromyalgia. Every day feels like I’ve just been in a car crash! I couldn’t really tell you how I cope, I just don’t have any other choice.
So I just wanted to say to people that everyone has a breaking point! No one should feel like they have to put on a brave face all the time. It’s not a competition as to who can hold out the longest. If you know someone with chronic illness, let them be vulnerable, accept that their pain is real and sometimes uncontrollable. Just be there for them when you can.
Threshold: the starting point of an experience, event, or venture
Krista Stevens set the challenge this week and she shares her thoughts on the theme “A threshold is a point of entering; that point just before a new beginning — that split-second moment in time, full of anticipation. All the hard work is over; relief is palpable.”
He was rather distracted by the sight and sounds of all the people and the garden birds. Not surprising for such a young owl! Bert certainly made us laugh with his antics of procrastination! He really took his time but with some persuasion from Martin, he finally spread those glorious wings. I’m so glad that we stayed to watch this magic moment despite the chill weather.
Seeing this Bengal (or Indian) Eagle Owl brought back some special childhood memories of my first close encounters with birds of prey. I’ve found some old slides, taken by my dad, of fellow artist, photographer and falconer, David, myself and a fluffy Bengal owlet called Sammy :-)
Bert’s fabulous flight has also inspired a new poem. Watching or flying birds of prey is a truly wonderful experience! The supreme speed of the falcons, the soaring long-wings, hovering kestrels, pack-hunting hawks and the silence of the owls.
On the very brink
The threshold of flight
Feathered sails soar
On unseen air currents
Slicing swift and silent
Ghosting a path
Through the fading light
The shadow of a scimitar
Haunting the skies
Searching, seeking out
Where your mark lies
Unaware, unable to detect
The soundless spectre
This noble hunter
Resolute in purpose
Your objective set
Great golden orbs
Aglow with intelligence
Tubular eyes fixed
Firmly upon the quarry
The very sustenance
Upon which your grace
And power depends
The target is locked
Scything spurs extend
The axe falls
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