By mid afternoon on Friday we had executed a jail break, the entire House of Tales had made a run for it. St Ives in Cornwall was the destination for the weekend, however a sprint down the M4, M5 and A30 was to culminate at the Millennium Gallery to attend the Private View of Richard Nott’s Exhibition Histolysis, an exhibition of at least two years work of this enigmatic and reclusive artist. I only say reclusive as Rich spends many hours reading in his Eames Lounge Chair overlooking the sea near Porthminster Beach. This iconic design by Charles and Ray Eames, created in 1956 is a contemporary classic. If you want to buy one these days it will set you back £3750.00. If Richard is not reading and contemplating his work he is hidden deep in his studio working with paint, bitumen, resin, paper, polystyrene, plaster and a hammer!
Earlier in the year I was given the opportunity to visit his studio to see some of the works in vary states, sizes and those already finished boxed up for safety. As Richard quotes “Viewing the work is witnessing a protracted collision of process. An evolution of matter exposed, concealed, exposed, concealed – continuously. The consequence of years spent. My history merging with the history of the elements used”.
After the six hour drive we eventually arrived at the Millennium Gallery on Street-an-Pol, there a group of people huddle by the door and within dressed in a crisp white shirt was the artist. People stood around admiring the work however I needed to get up close and personal as these works are 4D, they smell! Yes, they have notes of a fine wine – tobacco, emulsion, resin and curing agent and a distinct smell of tar-bitumen. All these elements worked and turned, layered then dissolved and then hammered and to be worked on further. These works are inspiring, works of indulgence and inner expression, for me they really work to the level – “I want one of those”.
Works by the title Moraine I, Isthmus III, Histolysis V, Excision II, Dissolution, Detrius II and Integument make up this feast for the eyes, however they are so tactile but you are asked not to touch them.
We ended up back at Julia and Richards for an after show party, the gin flowed in fact there were several to choose from each offered with its suggested garnish so the table was more like a green grocers where you would find at least one of you five a day to go with your gin.
If you find yourself in St Ives or in Cornwall between now and the 21st October do yourself a favour, make a visit to Millennium, I just hope you enjoy Histolysis as much as I did.
With such good weather the conditions were ideal for a spot of fishing, a small ruck sack was packed with a few bare essentials, spinning reels, weights, swivels, sliders, floats, traces and the ubiquitous Dexters Wedge…don’t leave home without one.
Having walked over to see Young Tales surf on Porthmeor Beach by the Tate. I couldn’t help wonder if there were any bass out there amongst the waves. Either end of the beach were rocks the ones to the left had the silhouette of a lonely fisher casting out, the other just the waves starting to break. I decided to walk up and over the cliff following the S W Coast Path to the back of The Island. I scrambled down the rocks found a flat ledge and started to fish a deep gully. Using a small 20g wedge I worked the deep pool fanning across between the rocks and the weed beds. Close in by the rocks I noticed wrasse chasing the spinner powering themselves from the indigo blue seas. After several casts I had a sudden pull, the top of the Tyran rod dipped, it wasn’t a bass otherwise all hell would have broken loose, however it was a bright eyed pollock.
After an hour or so Young Tales made his way down the rocks and took over the rod. His casting has improved greatly and I must not forget that he has out-fished me all season. Unfortunately his efforts .were not rewarded. Having decided that the swell was steadily getting bigger I thought it was prudent to move his lordship to a safer position so we headed to a small beach which is flanked by an old pier, here was a platform that was safe for Young Tales to fish from. We switched the spinner and opted for a running rig baited with rag. Within minutes the rod tip gave an indication that something was having a look, sure enough out popped a small beast, a weever. These fish have need to be treated with caution as they will sting you with their spins and if they do without question you will need to seek medical advice as they can cause severe swelling. After a bit if a struggle deemed the fish too badly hooked to save so we decided to return the fish as bait, within minutes the whole top section of the rod rattled on the railings on the pier something sizeable had had a go at our live bait. Reeling in we saw that the fish had be torn apart, what took it we will never know but it was a hard enough knock to be a small bass. After a while the was the telling knock knock of a menacing crab clearly stripping the remaining flesh of the weever, the line was retrieved, still attached was our savaging crab.
The decision was made that if the bass were in on the high tide then we’d get the Dexter out and let Young Tales have a go, again he hooked another weever, this one we returned safely. Again Young Tales cast out over and over again but nothing.
With the warmth of the late summer sun radiating on our faces and the tide turning I suggested we made our way for some tea. One final fling with the Dexter ended up with it being firmly wedged in the base of one of the wooden pier pillars, no matter how hard we pulled it was snagged on a discarded crab line so this was to be unquestionably the last cast as our Dexter was wasn’t coming back.