Well, dear reader, if there are any of you out there, I'm back from my virtual hibernation that was going to last a couple of weeks but somehow went on a bit...I'm hoping to blog just a tad more regularly from now on, which is hardly a challenge given my posting rate to date. But while I may have been absent from the blogsphere, I have still been occupying actual space on the planet in the last year, and as Christmas looms ever closer I've been reflecting a little on what I've been doing in 2009. This reflection was precipitated chiefly by the need to finish off our annual Christmas letter which we still cheerfully inflict on friends and far-flung family. For any of you out there who happen to receive said epistle, consider this a sneak preview and the chance to decide whether you'll bother with the rest when it comes, or just put it straight in the "Burn before reading" pile....
One highlight of 2009 came last March, when on a visit to London with my dear spouse, I finally visited the Victoria & Albert Museum for the first time. What a treasure trove of delights it turned out to be, and we didn't see even half of what was there. When we first entered the museum we encountered the stunning Dale Chihuly glass chandelier. To see what I'm talking about, look here That name may not mean anything to you, and if I'm honest, I couldn't have named the artist either, but his style was instantly recognizable because we had first seen another wonderful piece by Chihuly last year in Michigan, in the atrium at the entrance to the Frederick Meyer Sculpture Gardens in Grand Rapids. Anyway, we worked our way round the galleries in the ground and lower floor of the V&A, moving from the Asia galleries through sculpture and objects from the Roccoco period.
Now when I was two years old, my parents took me to the zoo. Everything was going well until we got to the giraffe compound. Apparently when I looked up from my pram, then up, then up some more at these fantastic animals towering over me I just shook my head, looked away and kept saying "No!" my head fixedly pointing in the opposite direction. Their size was was just too much for my wee brain to take in. That's the sort of brain-popping feeling I got when we we moved from marvelling at the intricate, minutely detailed carvings of the Japanese netsuke. of which this is one of my favourite examples, to the gargantuan wonders of the fabulous cast room at the V&A.... Not only does it contain a vast nineteenth-century plaster copy of the Portico de la Gloria from the cathedral of Santiago de Compostela, but also a cast of Trajan's Column taken from the original 1st century AD monument. The gallery can’t accommodate the column in one piece even without St Peter on top , so it’s in two separate sections. The cast was made in sections of plaster reliefs each individually numbered to make up a giant jigsaw and these were attached to a brick built inner chimney. You have to hand it to those Victorians. Why settle for a souvenir postcard when you can laboriously and painstakingly reproduce huge chunks of European architecture? But what really struck me during our visit was that both the netsuke and the casts are diverse expressions of our shared human creativity and ingenuity, a creativity which points, for me at least, to a Creator God in whose image we are all made, and whose astounding love for his creation we celebrate at this time of year...Or as Charles Wesley put it, "Our God, contracted to a span, Incomprehensibly made man."
