Still on the subject of diaries, I suffered what I think is called a diary malfunction yesterday. I thought it was the day of a potato fair in East Dulwich, but it turns out that it was last week. Instead we went across to the Dulwich Art Gallery only to find that the drawing exhibition finished last week. Which left us with a trip to the Horniman Museum, a gem of a place, where at least we might get a decent cup of tea, a walk in the gardens and a dash of ethnography and culture all in the one pot.
The Horniman is a lovely museum. Small, inclusive and imaginative, it buzzes with life. We were impressed with the beautiful photography and perceptive juxtaposition of everyday and natural objects in Nature as Designer by Alision Millner and Steve Speller. Then we looked at the traveling Fabric of a Nation exhibition looking at how fabric and its design is used as an expression of everyday Ghanaian life.
Here there were uniforms where the names and distinguishing motifs of institutions were part of the fabric design, and worn with pride, a far cry from the regulation stripes of my school dresses. Other fabrics were inspired by local sayings and proverbs. A prince does not cry.
Do not put your gold around the neck of a Guinea Fowl.
A bird that is not in flight roosts.
Wildness cannot stoke fire.
Like the best exhibitions, both of these made me want to bring these ideas home with me - play with the contents of my cutlery drawer and vegetable box and see what I could come up with and think about how to illustrate well known sayings. Which all goes to show that all's well that ends well and (maybe) the best things in life are free.