The miraculous thing about any kind of art is that it survives long after the person who made it is gone. Their body of work is a time capsule that allows you to discover them whenever you’re ready to meet them. I didn’t discover Derek Jarman until 1996, two years after his death.
Gaah I was supposed to go today but I couldn’t because of covid. But I did get to go in about 2006 when it used to open for one session a year for the Folkestone Lit Fest. It was completely magical - resounding with deep peace and immaculate taste.
I found a hag stone on a local beach a few years back. It has a place of honor on my altar today. Keep your duo close. ❤
Wonderful. So moving. 🥰
What a wonderful post. The cottage is quite lovely, isn’t it? The yellow paint, the wooden words, the shingle all around. I’ve never been inside but you brought it alive to me. Thank you.
"at exactly the right time" is so right about so much. A gorgeous, rich portrait and reminder about Jarman, who I've not got my head 'round as yet. ..