I’m just back from a few days in Brussels. Despite the best intentions to get straight into some art appreciation at one of the many brilliant galleries in Brussels, upon arrival I couldn’t bear to drag myself indoors away from the glorious SUNSHINE. And so, the first afternoon was spent wandering the city flâneur-stylee, picking streets at random and sauntering into parks to knit/ read.
Later in the evening I met our host, who cooked a beef and beer stew (blue label Chimay, 9%, for those of you who, like me, will be attempting to recreate this dish) and told me about a fantastic Brusselian knitting group called ‘Tricot Trottoir‘ (rough trans.: ‘Curb Knits’) who draw attention to environmental and pollution issues by (amongst other methods) knitting plastic bags into colourful garments. Art that uses knitting and green ethics? Tick, tick.
The following day, Sayed and I visited a nearby fleamarket (to get a present for my sister) and a specialist belgian beer shop (to get a present for my Dad), before heading off to Recyclart to set up the evening’s one-night exhibition. Recyclart is a fantastic organisation, run for 12 years by a dedicated group of creatives in a series of units under the main railway line that cuts through the city. We set up Sayed and Karl’s exhibition in Unit 13 – Studio Marcel.
Two videos and a series of photographs projected on the wall presented their ongoing project ‘My Granddad’s Car‘. Outside in the street, a friend’s car borrowed for the night stood in for the two vehicles far away in Pakistan and Nigeria. We covered the car with a sheet and showered it with blossom petals in a half-invented ritual echoing past ceremonies. After dark, a small crowd stood watching the satisfying effects of flurries of wind caused by the passing trains overhead.
On Wednesday, Sayed and I are off to Brussels for a couple of nights.
The main purpose of the trip is for Sayed to give a talk at Recyclart on his and his friend Karl’s project ‘My Granddad’s Car’. So if you happen to be in Brussels on Wednesday night, come and see what we’re up to at Rue des Ursulines!
I’m also hoping to cram in some quality museum and gallery time. I don’t think I can resist taking Sayed for his first (and my third) visit to the beautiful art nouveau Victor Horta house, but I’d also like to visit some new places and exhibitions.
*The blog title is inspired by a song stuck in my head at the moment – ‘The Troubles’ by The Roches. My revised lyrics go like this:
At the weekend Sayed and I went to visit friends in Exeter. We had a great time there, visiting the beach, playing and singing with their sweet little boy. But, I have to say, one of my favourite bits was our productive three-hour train journey there, me knitting, Sayed drawing. Here are a few photos.
1. New fairisle glove project. 2. & 3. Knitting. 4. One messy train table. 5. One talented illustrator (and photographer). 6. Sporting his new jumper. 7. Beautiful light on a fresh drawing.