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[…] artist Paul Klee (1879-1940) loomed large in his child’s early puppet work. To mark his son Felix’s ninth birthday, Klee fashioned eight hand puppets based on stock characters from Kasperl and Gretl — Germany’s answer to Punch and Judy. The boy took to them so enthusiastically that his dad…

Source: The Hand Puppets That Bauhaus Artist Paul Klee Made for His Young Son Open Culture

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Another captivating post from my childhood friend, Pippa Rathborne, which tells me much that I didn’t know about Gainsborough’s family.

Originally posted on LAST POST.

The Painter’s Daughters Chasing a Butterfly, one of Gainsborough’s intimate studies of his daughters made in the late 1750s, which took 18th century sensibility forward into a Romantic awareness of individual development through the senses. Image © copyright The National Gallery London

He sees beyond the fragile innocence of two little girls, in the glancing light of a fashionably Rousseauian childhood idyll, to a more profound understanding. He is not just a portraitist exploiting vulnerability and shimmering fabric; he is their father who loves them. He dared to paint the anxiety showing in their faces as they move rapidly through the sinister half-darkness of a wood, that is both catalyst and externalization of their unconscious minds.

Happiness as represented by the decoratively winged insect is always out of their reach; they experience, as Keats described, “the feel of not to feel it”.

Love and madness disturb a summer’s day two hundred and fifty years after two little girls chased a butterfly.

I try to imagine again my first…

via Summer disturbed « LAST POST.


One, Two, Buckle My Shoe
One, Two, Buckle My Shoe Postcard

One two buckle my shoe,
Three, four, knock at the door,
Five, six, pick up sticks,
Seven, eight, lay them straight,
Nine, ten, a big fat hen,
Eleven, twelve, dig and delve,
Thirteen, fourteen, maids a’courting,
Fifteen, sixteen, maids in the kitchen,
Seventeen, eighteen, maids a’waiting,
Nineteen, twenty, my plate’s empty.


How satisfying it is to read nursery rhymes out loud. Go on – try it!


“The things which the child loves remain in the domain of the heart until old age. The most beautiful thing in life is that our souls remain hovering over the places where we once enjoyed ourselves. I am one of those who remembers those places regardless of distance or time.”
Kahlil Gibran, Mirrors of the Soul


As I was Going to St Ives Postcard
As I was Going to St Ives Postcard

As I was going to St. Ives,
I met a man with seven wives,
Each wife had seven sacks,
Each sack had seven cats,
Each cat had seven kits:
Kits, cats, sacks, and wives,
How many were there going to St. Ives?

Both images were scanned from my copy of The Children’s Encyclopaedia by Arthur Mee, published by the Educational Book Company Ltd. These popular volumes were published from 1908 until 1964 but the volumes I have were not given to me as a child but bought in my late teens from a charity shop. There’s no date of publication but the nature of the information and the images suggest the 1920s or 1930s.


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Take care and keep laughing!

Sarah


When I was a little girl I longed for an old-fashioned rocking horse. I got a doll’s house, a blackboard easel and books but never a rocking horse. I feel the lack to this day!

Rocking Horse
Rocking Horse iPad Mini covers

The above collage was one of my earliest efforts and contains several artefacts relating to mine and my parents’ childhoods including a doll called Suza that belonged to my mother and my father’s baptism certificate! The rocking horse is a miniature bought eight or so years ago from a local charity shop when we were still living in London.

Ride on a Rocking Horse
Ride on a Rocking Horse Mousepads

Ride on a Rocking Horse was created with the illustration of a boy and his horse from Wikimedia to which I added this little ditty:

A ride on a rocking horse now
Forward and backward we go
With a hand on the mane, a grip
On the rein,
A frightening speed,
To and fro again.
Gee up, gee up, gee whoaooh
Gee up, gee up, gee whoah.

I’m in the mood to do another rocking horse and am considering what I can do with this image, also via Wikimedia, taken at the Beamish Museum, County Durham, England.  Textures are in order. Watch this space!

rockinghorseblog

I may not be around much in the next week as my eldest niece is coming to stay. Have a good one.

Take care and keep laughing!

Sarah

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