Adventuring in Delta

I love getting in the car and driving away from the city and going on an adventure. We didn’t have to travel very far, for we went to plane watch at Delta de llobregat which is just a few miles out of Barcelona (actually its where Barcelona El Prat airport is). Such a weird combination of industrial aeronautical, yet whilst being amongst a nature reserve. The landscape is absolutely beautiful. On the coast, you walk through paths of reeds, poppies and rivers. Beautiful abandoned houses and paths. Sea views and just the weird feeling of watching planes glide over. I love nothing more than just getting out and going on a nice long walk with my camera and enjoying seeing wildlife and nature. It felt like a perfect spring day.

Making things out of nothing.

On a cold blustery day in the Welsh/English countryside we found ourselves in this wonderful, worn little workshop. Tucked away at the bottom of a garden. Where a ginger cat ruled the roost and roamed in an out. A large old range stove constantly fired up and ready to go. Everything coated in a fine orange dust. Piles and piles of clay. Tools scattered. Projects ready to be created.

There is something about manual arts and crafts which always makes me feel better and more real. Making something beautiful out of quite literally nothing makes me feel myself and takes me back to the reason of being really. As cass as that sounds. I love from a lump of almost earth you can create beautiful objects that have use. I love that out of a sheep’s’ wooly jacket you can create clothes, out of a simple piece of cloth you can create a beautiful garment and out of a piece of led or ink on paper you can create a master piece. When nothing becomes something is quite magical. Thats the reason I make to create something out of nothing, to remind my self that thoughts become things.

Learning how to throw pottery is quite a task, it looks so much easier than it actually is. Its something I really loved doing, so much technique to learn. Its a craft I want to explore more and I am itching to find some studios here in Barcelona. I loved using my hands and getting stuck in, quite literally, I loved the feeling of making something useful and functional but beautiful at the same time.

In this studio, on a cold winters day, we learnt how to make little bowls with the help and guidance (and a hell of a lot of patience) of a skilled craftsman. Just being in this scene, in this studio, made me feel alive again. For its places like these that I do love the very most!

My favourite places #3

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Step inside this wonderful decay and you will find treasure. We used to live right across the road and its a building that I always looked out on. Visiting it was always a treat and used to take me right back to the days of studying fine art at uni. The smell of turps and paint, the sound of buzzing minds and the silence that is creativity. I absolutely love the studios, each one so personal to the artist. I love peering into work in progress’s and things just waiting to happen. Its messy and old and looks almost abandoned. What was an old fabric factory on the what was once the main highway of Barcelona. This building bares its bones and houses magic. I love it a lot and I hope it always remains. One day I would love to have a place in a studio like this, in the meanwhile I can dream a little.

This is a little series I started on my blog to help me keep track of and share and celebrate some of my most treasured places. Places where I feel happy and that make me feel like me and places that I find super inspiring. Here are past places

My favourite places: Papersmiths

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Lets go on an adventure together, back to the cobbled streets and beautiful buildings in Bristols Clifton Village. I would like very much to spend the rest of my days here. Its so lovely and especially on a fresh, sunny cold day its the very nicest place to be. Popping into the small little independent shops, walking around the squares and tall town houses and spying beautiful doors. Lots of lovely cafes serving very good flat whites. Just off one of the main roads, tucked away on a corner near a lovely veg shop and other sweet shops leading up to it you can find a stationary addicts ultimate dream. Papersmiths. They have the best most extensive collection of stationary that I have ever ever seen. Perfect HAY scissors, notebooks, lovely cushions, funny sweet cards, posters and prints, the best magazines, pens and pencils (<3) lovely sweet cards and much much more. Everything is displayed so perfectly, all lined up and I do love how the pricing is displayed. On a day like the day I visited everything was bathed in a beautiful winter sunlight. Everything is white and wood, the floors are just so beautiful. Its worth a trip for the interiors alone (succulent wall!). Staff are super friendly and I love how you can just browse without being bothered. I would love to see my work in there someday, one can dream!

My favourite places: Cafe culture: Bristol “The birdcage”

Sorry for the radio silence around these parts. I partly wanted to let the dust settle after my last post and let everything sink in a little (it was quite the unexpected cathartic post to write). Anyway I can’t believe its mid October. Er what, hello September where did you go?

Last weekend I made a flying visit to go and stay with my dear Sistine in Bristol. We didn’t have loads of time together but the time that was spent was just what the doctor ordered. It was so nice just to do normal weekend activities and enjoy her company wandering the streets of Beautiful Bristol.

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The Birdcage is a wonderful cafe, one of those places that as soon as you set foot in you know that you have found that special place. It feels homely and cosy and plays that balance just right. It plays good music and has amazing cake, coffee and salads and more food. And oh the decorations; bikes, typewriters, record players, old cameras, miss matched furniture and crockery. Friendly staff are also a plus. There was even a small pup dog inside as we were leaving! This place also does vintage clothes and live music (What doesn’t it do?). If I were to ever have a place/cafe this would be it. Its my imagination imagined in cafe form. My heart felt all warm and content at the thought that this little place exists and thinking about many a future times spent there.

I like nothing more than sitting in a cafes, alone or with friends. Reading, sketching, people watching. I like that these places you can sit and be with others whilst being fairly anonymous. Being social without being social. When I am feeling anxious or sad my favourite thing is to go to a cafe and sit for a few hours to collect my thoughts, read and list write. Throw a good coffee and a slice of cake into the mix and all is well with the world. Finding that special cafe, a happy glowy place, to while away your hours means that you have found your good happy place where ever you are in the world. I need to get out and explore Barcelona’s many cafes to find the one.

The Birdcage can be found here