The light changing is such a relief. Winter was rough but there were a few high points.
We’ve no home group for roleplay anymore but I did have a preliminary costume fitting for my character in
Old World Adventures, an ongoing larp inspired by the world of Warhammer Fantasy Roleplay.
If you’re ill or if you lost someone this winter, then bless you.
The Assyrian king (668-627 BC) wasn’t above collecting books as war booty and I’m afraid we rather mashed-up the royal library when carpet-bagging its contents back to Europe.
Iraqi archaeologists are now excavating at Nineveh while scientists at the British Museum create an electronic catalogue of the cuneiform tablets that are available.
I find them very beautiful.
My good friend
HALT Glass and I went to the London Art Fair in Islington.
Of the new work I saw, I liked that of
Simone Pellegrini best.
HALT Glass is at in the Old Truman Brewery in Brick Lane today 11am-6pm. The London Artisan
Pergamino Barocco of Roger S G Sorolla (a hastily-stapled edizione economiche of the grimoire’s ornate text was distributed by at Lost Pages Dragonmeet) communicates the defining motif of the Baroque: the Fold, on and on, unfolding & refolding, each Orientalist swirl or explosion of meteorological Physick a selection and accretion, an Old-school preference for the eddy of potential over the possibility of white space; open-ended, Generick, inexhaustive, a Fold repeating by meaning and design, a bird into whose plumage is tucked the Grimorio Minuscolo of Paolo Greco:-
“I deliberately forgot to mention the sinister book’s existence, instead treating the Pergamino as a vehicle to ship the nefarious spellbook as contraband.”
Sorolla’s spell “Cheirosciamancy” (pp2-3) is something of a masterpiece.
The spell’s design bears some resemblance to that of the “Inquirer” card from the tarot deck of Austin Osman Spare.
I was finally able to give
Judith Clute her contributor’s copy of last night: she was impressed by the design and the variety of the book. Itras By: The Menagerie
The girl from Judith’s painting “Social Contract” (2017, main image) kind of breaks my heart. I want to leap into the picture and save her.
We were too ill to enjoy last year’s autumn but this year’s has been glorious.
There are a few days in early November when England is as beautiful as England in early May – and that’s saying something.
The people around you only own the world of which you’re part by assertion: you can go ahead and put your feet wherever you might like.