
Today I went to visit the Sainbury Centre for Visual Arts at the University of East Anglia in Norwich. I particularly went to visit the exhibition by Justin Partyka of his photos of East Anglians.
The exhibition is a collection of photographs of agrarian East Anglia, in particular the small local farms that still exist in this flat sky-bound part of the country. It seems slightly rediculous that I drove 40 miles to see photos of scenes that I see from my windows and that I live in and see every day. But at the same time, it was quite sad that this exhibition shows a way of life that is passing. I say sad, because really, with the way the world is at the moment, we really should be encouraging this kind of small-scale locally orientated farming. Not that I'm anti-globalist - I like my spices and the odd banana here and there - we have a history going back thousands of years, of trading with lands across the sea, but today it is so much less sustainable.
Some of the scenes are from around this area - in fact one picture, of a farmer holding a bunch of carrots with a small ginger kitten at his feet, could have been from my garden - I currently have three ginger kittens. Justin is making a film along these lines, featuring a local farmer. See if you can understand a word he says:
I can't wait to see the full thing. He mentions Methwold, which is just up the road from here.
It's got me thinking about things. Over the past few years, I've considered moving away - particularly down to the west country somewhere. I have many friends there, but my reasons for wanting to be there, at the time, were the wrong ones - things I thought were happening which clearly weren't, it seems. But I've been in East Anglia for thirteen years now, and I like this part of the world almost as much as.
Much was made of the role of carrots and sugar beet to these small scale farmers. I guess that's one of the reasons I put up with 3000-4000 lorries a day trundling past my house with great disturbance. It is part of this land. Likewise, the produce company near me was described to me as a carrot factory.
I'd quite like to get some of the landscape and surroundings in to my pots. I realise now that the colour of my shino - that flat bright gold colour - is the colour of the reeds in the winter sun, which can be seen at, say, Tichwell, or Wicken Fen. The colours and effects of the skies seem to offer something but i don't know what. (As soon as I start this line of thinking, I always inevitably end up at earthenware and slipware pots, but that's another story.)
The exhibition is on until December 13th - well worth a visit if you can get there.
Incidentally, the shop had a nice collection of pots by Mark Titchener. I have one of his plates that gets used everyday - but I didn't buy anything this time.
Right, enough of my drivel...






























