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I had so many lovely shots from Rosslyn Chapel that I felt the need to do another post about it.

ON THE GROUND

I like this shot because it clearly shows the three different colours of sandstone - grey, pink and yellow - that Rosslyn Chapel is made from. This piebald effect occurred because the stone used to build the church came from three different local quarries.

Rosslyn Chapel
Kirsty Hall: Rosslyn Chapel, July 2008

One of Rosslyn's famous 'Green Man' carvings nestling in the archway above some eroded greenery. The Green Man is a traditional symbol thought to represent fertility, so it's a bit of a mystery why so many of them ended up being carved into medieval Christian churches - Rosslyn has more than a hundred of them.

Rosslyn Chapel
Kirsty Hall: Rosslyn Chapel, July 2008

It's impossible to tell if this carving was originally a monkey or a human figure that has slipped down the evolutionary tree in the rain!

Rosslyn Chapel
Kirsty Hall: Rosslyn Chapel, July 2008

FROM THE ROOF

As far as I could tell, each spire on the roof was slightly different. Imagine the artistic passion involved in designing so many different spires even though they'd hardly ever be seen up close.

Of course, at the moment visitors can climb up and see them but the original builders wouldn't have expected that. I found myself wondering if the spires were carved by one very driven man or by a group who were competing to see who could come up with the most unusual design?

Rosslyn Chapel
Kirsty Hall: Rosslyn Chapel, July 2008

Sadly the rain has eroded the soft sandstone on the outside of the chapel but much of the original detail can still be seen.

Rosslyn Chapel
Kirsty Hall: Rosslyn Chapel, July 2008

Rosslyn Chapel
Kirsty Hall: Rosslyn Chapel, July 2008

Despite the signs asking them not to, people still seemed compelled to throw money into the gargoyles.

Rosslyn Chapel
Kirsty Hall: Rosslyn Chapel, July 2008

Looking down from the chapel roof onto the ruined Roslin castle. This area had been visited by artists and writers since the 1700's and it was particularly popular with Romantic artists (even Turner painted here); looking at this misty shot, it's easy to see why.

Rosslyn Chapel
Kirsty Hall: Rosslyn Chapel, July 2008

If it had been earlier in the day and a bit drier, I would have taken a walk through the beautiful and historic Roslin Glen. Perhaps next time...

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Well, I've come back from a rather rainy Scotland to a rather rainy Bristol - are we going to get any sort of summer this year, I wonder? I've just been out in the garden between showers to re-stake my tomatoes, which were so battered by the recent winds that one of the bamboo canes had snapped completely. There's still plenty of fruit on my ramshackle three plants although they can't hold a candle to my dad's very impressive crop but then he does have two greenhouses full of them!

Scotland was good fun, despite the rain, and I managed to squeeze in some art stuff between all the family commitments. Unfortunately, despite taking my password with me I couldn't log in to my blog for some reason and had to content myself with taking lots of photos and notes instead.

So here's the edited version of my week:

Last Wednesday, I met Kate from the Needled blog for a delicious lunch at the Fruitmarket gallery. Meeting her was definitely one of the highlights of my trip; she's a fascinating and intelligent woman and two and half hours fairly flew by as we discussed everything under the sun.

On Thursday I visited Rosslyn Chapel (warning: link has music). It's only about 20 miles from my parents' house but I'd never been before.

Rosslyn Chapel
Kirsty Hall: Entrance to Rosslyn Chapel, Aug 2008

It's a stunning medieval church that has been popular for years because of its unusual architecture and disputed Knights Templar associations but interest sky-rocketed after it featured in The Da Vinci Code. Apparently the church used to get about 10,000 visitors a year but got 70,000 visitors in the year the book was published and numbers have remained high since. The Trust that runs the church was initially quite overwhelmed but all the extra visitors mean they can now fund an ambitious conservation programme for this unique and very special building.

Personally I was far more interested in the incredible quality of the ornate carvings than the possibility of the Holy Grail being buried in its crypts! A guide pointed out a lovely little fact to me: the botanical carvings on the outside show the front of leaves, while the carvings on the inside show the backs of leaves - how fantastic is that! Unfortunately you aren't allowed to take photos inside but the outside is almost as highly decorated as the inside and the protective metal structure that keeps rain off the building means that you can climb up to get a closer look at the wonderful flying buttresses, carved spires and large windows.

Photograph by Kirsty Hall   of large stained glass window, Rosslyn Chapel
Kirsty Hall: Large stained glass window, Rosslyn Chapel, Aug 2008

Photograph of flying buttresses, Rosslyn Chapel
Kirsty Hall: Flying buttresses, Rosslyn Chapel, Aug 2008

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Kirsty Hall: Carvings on spires on Rosslyn Chapel, Aug 2008

The thing that struck me most about the church was the sheer confidence of it. To build such an ornate structure in the war-torn and brutish Scotland of the Middle Ages spoke to me of great power, wealth and artistic vision. I don't suppose that quality stone workers have ever come cheap and the building took 40 years to build and is absolutely covered with carvings, both inside and out. It really is a remarkable achievement and if you get the chance to visit, you should.

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Sadly most of the galleries in Edinburgh were in a changeover week so I didn't do my usual round of exhibitions but I did manage to see the Tracey Emin retrospective at the Gallery of Modern Art on the Sunday. I'll do a separate review for that because I have a lot to say about it.

Oh, and my son and I saw The Dark Knight, which we both thought was astounding. All the performances are amazing and although it's a fast paced action movie, it also raises a lot of questions about loyalty and the meaning of morality. On reflection, it doesn't completely hold together on certain plot points but it's well worth seeing.

Right folks, my son and I are off to Yorkshire to visit my brother and his wife for the weekend and then we're heading up to Scotland to see my parents. I'll try to update while I'm away but my parents only have dial-up, so posting is likely to be very low key if it happens at all. I'll be back in ten days.

I won't be checking email but in the unlikely event that anyone desperately needs to get in touch, leave a comment on here and I should see it.

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After saying that I wouldn't, I got assimilated into the world of Plurk. It's like a more visual version of Twitter and for some reason the Ravelry knitting crowd have adopted it with great gusto.

I thought I wouldn't like it but I'm finding it surprisingly addictive; for me it's a combination of the best bits of Facebook and instant messaging without the disadvantages. I got bored with Facebook because there's way too much junk on it (as you can tell from this and the last post, I like my internet to be pretty clean and linear) but the 'Kirsty is...' box was always my favourite thing about it. Plurk is basically a whole series of 'Kirsty is...' boxes without all the crazy requests to join this, that and the next thing. I don't use any sort of instant messaging service because I absolutely can't stand being interrupted by little pop-up boxes when I'm working but Plurk feels like an instant messaging service that I control.

If you're on Plurk, feel free to add me.

And don't worry, I promise I won't start writing blog posts in the third person, even though I've been thinking in pithy third person sentences for several days now!

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I'm a little disturbed that I haven't posted here since last Tuesday because I could have sworn that I had. I hate it when I start losing time, it usually means that I'm overdoing things a little and falling prey to the brain fog that's common in Chronic Fatigue Syndrome.

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So, another Tuesday, another look at the concept of mess. I'm considering it from a slightly different angle this week.

DRAWING A LINE IN THE SAND

I had an interesting experience last week: someone contacted me offering to 'moneterize'* my blog with an advertising link. I politely declined and then got a slightly cheeky email back saying, amongst other things, that 'it's just a link'.

But it isn't just a link.

While I'm flattered to be asked, adding advertising to my site is not something I want to do. One of the reasons my site looks good is because it isn't covered with too much visual information. This is deliberate choice on my part. I loathe the way places like MySpace look, I find them almost nauseating in their visual clutter and one of the first things I said to my web designer was, "I want my site to be clean." My designer did a fantastic job making a sleek, beautiful and functional space for me and I do my part by not messing it up!

My site is an area in my life - one of the few - where mess doesn't randomly proliferate because I have to make a conscious decision to make a mess here; I can't just randomly wander through, put something down and wander off again. Instead, I resist the temptation to put lots of stuff up on my sidebars. I think long and hard about every single item that goes up there and on occasion I've decided not to put up things that might benefit me because I feel that the resulting visual clutter would outweigh the benefits.

Why would I compromise that purity by putting someone else's advertising on here?

I don't need advertising on this site, it's not expensive to run and I consider it part and parcel of the ongoing costs of being an artist. Paying for my hosting once a year is no less important to my art than buying art materials, getting business cards printed or buying art books and magazines for research.

I make no money. In the 5 years since I graduated, I haven't had to pay taxes once because even when I had a part time job, I've never made enough to exceed the personal tax allowance. I survive through the good will of my partner who financially supports me. So you'd think that I'd jump at the chance to get a bit of extra cash.

But there's no such thing as a free lunch. Having advertising on this site would be messy and I feel that it would compromise my art. I'm not saying that it's evil to advertise. Every artist must make the decision about whether to accept advertising for themselves. For some artists it might be the right choice. For me, it's not.

I was trying to pin down exactly why it isn't right for me when I read this spot-on blog post by Seth Godin last night and had an lightbulb moment. He writes:

Here's the essential truth:

This is the first mass marketing medium ever that isn't supported by ads.

If a newspaper, a radio station or a TV station doesn't please advertisers, it disappears. It exists to make you (the marketer) happy.

That's the reason the medium (and its rules) exist. To please the advertisers.

But the Net is different.

It wasn't invented by business people, and it doesn't exist to help your company make money.

That's it exactly! My blog does not exist to make YOU money. Heck, it doesn't even exist to make ME money, although it may well have that effect in the long run. Certainly part of the reason it exists is to increase my profile in the art world and hopefully to garner me real world art opportunities but mostly it exists simply because I like to write, share photos and talk to other interesting artists.

Not everything in the world is for sale and I value having this one clean, controlled space in a mostly messy life far, far more than I'd value a few extra quid in my bank account.

* Incidentally, can we please take the word 'moneterize' out back and have it shot!

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In fact, all my days are messy.

Messy altar 01
Kirsty Hall: Messy Altar, July 2008

This is our altar area on the middle floor landing. Spiritual, ain't it!

It can be a beautiful space but it hasn't been for months because we were decorating and moving stuff around and somehow this space became a dumping ground. See the lanterns behind the mattress - that's the remains of the Christmas altar? What month is it again? Oh yes, July...

I suppose I could just leave it there for another 5 months but most years we make a spectacular Halloween altar like this...

2003 Halloween altar
Kirsty Hall: My favourite Halloween altar, October 2003

Or this...

2005 Halloween altar
Kirsty Hall: A witchy Halloween altar, October 2005

Having stuff piled up in front of this gorgeous window always depresses me a little. Come to think of it, it's little wonder that my head feels chaotic right now when I literally have An Altar To Mess in my life. I need a pretty summer altar filled with flowers instead.

messy altar 02

The bedframe is mine. It was in the room that is now my studio, then it was in another room for a while and now it's sitting on the landing in bits. I thought about getting rid of it, it seemed the sensible thing to do but I realised last week that I just don't want to. I want to sleep on it again. It's MY bed: I have perfect grey flannel sheets for it, a beautiful pale blue duvet cover that I love and although it needs a new mattress, I adore the drama of the bed itself. When it comes right down to it, I'm a Victorian cast-iron kind of girl and why shouldn't I have the bed I want in my room? So I've decided that I'm going to dismantle and get rid of the bed I'm currently sleeping on and reassemble mine instead.

I think maybe I'm not quite getting the point of Messy Tuesdays. At the weekend I cleaned the pile that I showed on my last Messy Tuesday post and I want this mess gone by next week. In fact, I'd like to clear it up right now, but since it's the middle of the night, that probably wouldn't make me very popular.

It's hard for me to accept the fact that I have so much mess in my life. I fight against it. When I see pictures of it, I feel guilty and anxious and want to clear it up instantly even when I know it's not possible to do so. Unfortunately I'm a perfectionist and a procrastinator; it's a bad combination! Still, there are plenty more messes to document and I can't imagine there will ever be a time when my house and life are completely tidy.

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I've been seeing references to Messy Tuesdays for a couple of months now. I thought, 'hmm, sounds right up my street' but didn't follow it up. And then, whilst following a link from the excellent needled blog yesterday, I found the fascinating Felix and discovered that, along with Lara, she was one of the originators of the Messy Tuesdays idea.

Here's Lara's post introducing the idea of Messy Tuesday and Felix's original post, complete with manifesto...

Messy Tuesdays Manifesto:

You are not your flawless surfaces. You are not your orderly laundry-pile. You are not the seamlessness of your Finished Objects. You are not your risen cakes. You are not your sewn-in ends.

Messy Tuesdays seems to have struck a cord with many bloggers. Felix's post, Mess Is Beautiful has inspired me to order some Toni Morrison from the library. The F-Word addresses the feminist aspects of domestic mess but Penny points out that someone has to clear up. I loved the story behind this box of tangled threads on Practical Polly's blog. The needled blog celebrates mess while mootthings experience with breeding plant pots will doubtless be familiar to every gardener.

Here's my contribution to the conversation:

Mess is a vital part of art. Without mess there can be no art. That doesn't mean that all artists are inherently messy - although many are - just that the creative process itself is not a tidy one. There are wrong turns, false starts, abandoned pieces, 3am ideas scrawled frantically in sketchbooks, creative messes left lying on desks and in corners. Even if you are a tidy artist who puts things away when you're done, in the midst of creating it's likely that paint is smeared all over your palette, your pencils are in disarray, fabric pieces are scattered randomly around your sewing machine or you have clay, paint or plaster lodged under your fingernails.

And more than the purely physical mess of creating, there is that singular moment in many art pieces when chaos descends and you can no longer see what it is you are doing. The original purpose gets lost and suddenly there is only messy paint on canvas, confused lines on paper or a hideous lump of clay beneath your hands. This is the point where many people give up, not realising that this moment of sheer chaos is the fertile ground where new art grows. Not all your creative seeds will grow into something wonderful and worthwhile - some just stay messes - but without the courage to step into the messy, uncomfortable, annoying part of the creative process, nothing new will arrive.

I can't write about Messy Tuesday without spotlighting a mess of my own. Here's the current state of my bed.

Messy Bed
Kirsty Hall: Messy Bed, July 2008

Yes, my bed; the place that all the magazine articles and decluttering books tell you should be a romantic, restful haven. Notice how mine is covered with work instead! Here we have piles of books and magazines that I'm in the midst of reading, a journal, pens, a roll of pencils, several pads of cartridge paper, a pile of finished drawings, a pile of unfinished drawings, drawing board (what, you don't have a drawing board on your bed?) and lots of lists.

Why don't I put it all on the floor next to the bed? Er, well, there isn't room...

Messy Bedroom Floor
Kirsty Hall: Messy Bedroom Floor, July 2008

I will be tidying this soon as it's getting to the 'too much on the bed' stage. That doesn't mean the bed will be empty when I'm done, just that I'd like to change the sheets before starting a new, fresher pile of work!

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On Saturday I was in the mood to take photos so I wandered along a couple of Clifton roads that I haven't been down in years because although they're just around the corner, they're not particularly on the way to anything. Noticing new things in familiar places is one of my favourite things to do.

Late afternoon light and these ornate old windows made for an unusual abstract shot.
Broken Reflection
Kirsty Hall: Broken Reflection, June 2008

This shot is typical of the things I love to photograph - fragile, battered, ephemeral objects that are still beautiful.
Fallen Flower
Kirsty Hall: Fallen Flower, June 2008

At first I thought this patchy grey lichen was blobs of chewing gum!
Mottled Wall
Kirsty Hall: Mottled Wall, June 2008

There's something pleasingly primal about this silver graffiti.
Silver Man
Kirsty Hall: Silver Man, June 2008

This was my most intriguing discovery.
Plaque
Kirsty Hall: Commemorative Plaque, June 2008

Ellen Sharples was a miniature and portrait painter working in pastels. Born in Cheshire, she later emigrated to the United States with her artist husband, James Sharples, where she became one of America's first professional female artists before returning to live in Bristol after her husband's death.

I'd never heard of the Sharples before but they were apparently quite influential in early American portraiture with James Sharples drawing a famous portrait of Washington in the last year of his presidency. This portrait and others of notable Americans really paid the bills, with both James, Ellen and their children making copies. Although her career involved making copies of her husband's work on commission, Ellen was obviously quite financially successful because she left £2,000 in her will to help set up the Royal West of England Academy and also donated her private art collection to the new gallery. You can see some of her art here.

Encouraged by her mother, who had advanced views on education for women, Rolinda painted in oils in a variety of genres, including portraiture, Bristol cityscapes and images of contemporary Regency life. She was one of the first British female artists to tackle large crowd scenes, most notably in her paintings of the races on Durdham Downs and the Clifton Assembly Rooms.

So there you go, a little bit of feminist art history right around the corner from me but unnoticed for years.

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Because of health issues and poor weather, I haven't done as much gardening in the last couple of weeks as I'd planned. However, I did manage to finish the bed I was working on.

BEFORE

Bare bed
Kirsty Hall, May 2008

AFTER
After
Kirsty Hall, June 2008

Isn't it great how weeks of hard work can be made to look miraculously simple through the wonders of technology!

In fact, it was so magical that I want to do it again...

BEFORE
Bare bed
Kirsty Hall, May 2008

AFTER
The main bed
Kirsty Hall, June 2008

Big improvement, huh.

As I've said before, gardens are a constant work in progress so it's not exactly 'finished'. I'm watching it to see what does well this year before moving stuff and tweaking the planting; I've already decided I need some taller plants in the middle of the bed and some stuff needs to be closer together. There are also a few annuals that I won't bother with next year because the slugs liked them too much.

We also harvested the first of our strawberries.
Strawberries
Kirsty Hall: First Homegrown Strawberries, June 2008

The six plants didn't produce much because they were only planted this year but the dozen berries we got were so delicious that we shared them out gleefully like tiny red treasures.

I was surprised to discover that this tiny geranium cutting had flowered.
Trying hard
Kirsty Hall: Trying Hard, June 2008

I pinched out the buds on the other pots because I want them to be making roots and leaves not flowers but these had already opened and I didn't have the heart to remove them. I always say that I practise 'Darwinist Gardening' because it's the survival of the fittest around here. I can't be bothered with plants that need endless fussing and coddling but I do have a sentimental side, especially if something is clearly trying hard.

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This would have been posted yesterday but I stupidly spilt tea on my keyboard last night and promptly killed it. Oops. One trip to PC World later and I now have a gorgeous flat aluminium keyboard that's quieter and easier on my hands and most importantly, not full of tea!

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I've started drawing again. Since the start of the year it's been an on/off kind of thing but I've drawn so much in the last three days that I ran out of my preferred heavy duty cartridge paper and had to switch to a lighter weight pad. I went to the art shop but they'd run out too, so I had to order it online. I didn't come away empty-handed though; I was delighted to discover that Derwent has expanded its range of my beloved Inktense pencils so I bought five new ones to try out and two pads of other paper because being low on paper makes me feel antsy. Of course, I have a drawer full of paper but that was all the wrong size or type. Ha, never underestimate the ability of artists to justify spending money on materials...

I'm still in a bad place with my health so I haven't managed to work in my studio but I have been lying in bed drawing and sitting at the computer listening to podcasts while I work on the embroidery piece. Like many artists, I have an almost mystical attachment to the idea of 'the studio' and I have to keep reminding myself that it doesn't matter where I make art as long as I get it done.

This is why I don't have a studio outside my home. I feel bad that I don't spend enough time in my studio when it's just up the stairs, imagine how guilty I'd feel if I was paying for the privilege of never getting to the studio. Some artists need the routine of getting out of the house and going to a special place to make art. I understand and respect that but for me, art needs to be rooted in my domestic surroundings or it's just never going to happen.

Hey, if making art in bed was good enough for Frida Kahlo, it's good enough for me!

And on days when I can't make art at all, I can still take photos.

Photograph of blue Forget-me-nots by Kirsty Hall
Kirsty Hall: Forget-Me-Nots, June 2008

Photograph of clematis seedhead by Kirsty Hall
Kirsty Hall: Clematis Seedhead, June 2008

Photograph of a squirrel on a garden post by Kirsty Hall
Kirsty Hall: Garden Visitor, June 2008