clocks, buttons, glasses

Today I bought vintage rubber stamps, a faucet and cheetah print high heels.... it's for a good cause.

Swing

It feels great to draw again.

Sou do minho, sou do minho, de Viana natural....

My first trip to the flea market after hibernation and I came home with 2 more traditional scarves from Viana. I am now a proud owner of three beautiful colored scarves which I plan to wear frequently, either as a head piece or around my neck. In my grandmother's attic I found a very old red scarf, made from fine wool, very torn, but still with the vibrant red colors, woolen fringes and and patterned cornucopia that characterizes them. Originally these scarves were imported through Porto from the former Czechoslovakia and in many eastern european countries they are a part of traditional costumes as well. The ones I bought were made in the Viana region, according to their tags and are made from cotton.



Carlos Relvas. c. 1880



Old photos

Old photographs fascinate me. I've been collecting them on our frequent visits to the flea market. I still don't know what I am going to do with them. I have started to draw the one's I like most and rearrange them in old albuns. Today I decided to start sharing some my favorites... inspired by Janis, of course.

I really like this one by the way they are dressed with short skirts and white socks. 

Hopefully anyone reading this blog will discover someone they might know...  

Merrell Urban Side

After being unfairly regarded as unable, uncompetitive and out of fit, Pete was "forced" to include me in his last minute team set-up for the Merrell Urban Side since the rules stated that each team must be composed of members of both genders. Sexist considerations set aside, the truth is Pedro, Miguel, Ruben and I were PRIM, the winning team of the first edition in Lisbon of this major city scavenger hunt. Pedro had the strategic game experience and leadership, Miguel had the best knowledge of the city's layout, Ruben was our creative boyscout and I was the cultural/historical reference book. Ah!, and we can't forget Beta who was our stand-by google consultant!

The game was amazingly well set-up: we had to run, bike ride or take public transportation to different locations across the city given to us through clues, that would then takes us to other locations were, in each, we had different tasks and more clues. In the end, we summed up a winning 750 points. and someone had some apologizing to do... Next year I really hope to participate again but without gender discriminations...





lunch

My lunch today in between rain drops and sunshine.
Bought a new sketchbook and drawing pen. All I need now are my watercolours.

My grandmother's attic

My grandmother's attic is very creepy and dusty. To get to it, you must climb a skinny metal ladder from the kitchen, open a wooden trap door and make your way up. No one ever goes there, so no one really knows what is up there. Of course, attics attract me.

I have always known that up there are four old trunks, two of which contain bed spreads that my grandma wanted to hang in the sunlight. What I didn't know was that under those bed spreads were the family's heir loom: dozens of hand spun, hand woven and embroidered linen cloths! Same of which belonged to my great grandmother. In fact, my grandmother had forgotten it was up there. It is amazing how old wooden trunks preserve cloth so well, everything was still in great condition, just a bit of an old moldy smell. 

I'm back!!

130 pages later and I finished my master's thesis. Museums will never be the same again!
Now I can finally treat myself to a single reese peanut butter cup that has been waiting patiently for me in the fridge for this moment. The strange thing is is, having been in total reclusion, it feels weird to get up in the morning and not have a 5 page deadline in front of the computer.
So to start off right I made myself another list: a short term list of things that will bring me immediate pleasure, like calling friends, watching dumb TV shows, restarting embroidery and going the the photo lab (I have a year full of film to develop!).
It feels amazing to be back!

Museo Cartaceo de Cassiano dal Pozzo

In museum history there is one period that fascinates me: Cabinets of Curiosity.

The starting point of most European museums were these private collections of rich and scholarly intellectuals from the 16th and 17th century that collected curious and marvelous naturalia and artificialia.

In fact, collecting is in the human nature and most of us, in one point in our lives, keep a small cabinet of curiosities: a drawer filled with strange stuff; a shell collection; a wall covered with photos, cards and posters.

As I was writing a chapter about this period for my thesis, I came across and amazing cabinet originally belonging to the roman collector Cassiano dal Pozzo that bought and commissioned 7 000 watercolors, prints and drawings creating his «Paper Museum» documenting ancient art and architecture, botany, geology, ornithology and zoology. Aside from textiles, paper collections are second on my list, specially the meticulous drawings of fruits and vegetables.
Cassiano personally noted and cataloged the entire collection with methods similar to current museum practices. The collection was dispersed and sold after his death and now is part of various museums and private collections. However there is a work in progress to study the Paper Museum in a massive 36 volume catalouge raisonné which will reunite the collection for the first time since the 17th century.

1 potato, 2 potatoes, 3 potatoes

A bit away from my broken computer to help out harvesting potatoes. Tradition states that for the youngest members of the family is reserved the task of packaging potatoes. Picking them up and bagging them while the wise elders hunt for potatoes by nobly handling their sharpened hoes. The scary thing is that I'm the youngest!?

Last year I saw "Les glaneurs et la glaneuse" by the beautiful Agnès Varda, a movie about the centuries old practice of gleaning: picking up the castoffs of others. There was a scene in the movie about gleaning potatoes in massive farms and the enormous quantities of potatoes that are left in the dirt to rot. Of course in my parent's farm I'm a thorough gleaner! The same year Agnès made the movie, she used the strange shaped potatoes she had gleaned and exhibited them in an art show while she, herself, paraded around in a potato costume. Amazing.