Monday, February 23, 2009

Saltaire #1

Saltaire is quite as good as Tall Girl's always said it was.
It is full of the sheen of majolica, and the scent of white lilies.

Posted by at 10:10 pm
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13 comments:

jzr said...

Sounds like a wonderful trip and I'm glad to hear Molly is doing well. Lovely collage!!

10:39 pm
Rosie said...

I just clicked onto the link for saltaire - what a superb web site - full of fancy stuff without being annoying - no waiting for hours for things to load in (maybe it is because it is late!)

10:52 pm
Anonymous said...

Saltaire looks like a fabulous place as well, all that exhibition space! There's a seafood restaurant in West Vancouver by that name...

10:55 pm
leslee said...

Beautiful colors. And I like the one white lily in the right corner!

2:46 am
Anonymous said...

Oh I love Saltaire too. I worked in Bradford for two years and would pop out there quite often at lunchtime, either to go in Salt's Mill or just wander around amongst the old millworkers houses. The cafe is good too. Or it was - it must be more than 12 years since I was last there!

3:28 am
Julia said...

Thanks for that introduction! Did you go to the Hockney Gallery? I just scrolled through its site and enjoyed my own walk through, imaginging how fun it would be to see those in person. Also, I like the lily too, it works really well with the rest of the ceramic collage.

9:04 am
herhimnbryn said...

I have saltaire envy.....

10:29 am
Roderick Robinson said...

Memories of the North I have renounced. I lived in Heaton on the tops above Saltaire, a thrilling 100 mph bike ride away. Haven't seen the Hockney gallery but I was at school with him. He looked odd and was persecuted; to protect himself he adopted the role of a clown which reduced the torturing to mere Guantanamo levels. Later my uncle became headmaster of the school and persuaded Hockney to give of his gifts for the benefit of the school. Amazingly Hockney felt no ill-will and did so, even to the extent of doing a superb pen-and-ink drawing of my uncle. I always dreamed of becoming famous and being approached in the same way. The phrase emmerder le chapeau springs to mind in this context.

11:56 am
Anonymous said...

Beautiful tiles evoking Morocco.

2:38 pm
Anonymous said...

PS We're coming to Brittany at the end of July. We've booked a house outside Dinard, but it would be good to shoot across for a glass or two.

6:40 pm
Michelle said...

Your collage is exquisite, Lucy. The colours and patterns lift my soul.

8:53 pm
Bee said...

The colors of the majolica make me think of/long for warmer climates . . .

Saltaire looks so intriguing! Of course I went straight to the food offerings . . .

5:25 pm
Zhoen said...

Still can't read Saltair without thinking of the decrepit Utah concert venue and beach area, on a certain over salted lake.

Your Saltair sounds much better.

4:11 am

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