<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385</id><updated>2012-01-01T11:23:34.886Z</updated><title type='text'>Jonathan Hateley Sculpture</title><subtitle type='html'>Sculpting in a barn on a farm.
This is the blog of UK sculptor Jonathan Hateley. My sculpture is produced in bronze and resin bronze casts that are suitable for indoors, outdoor public art and the garden. I am able to take on the design and sculpting of private commissions and public art.
My work is figurative, wildlife and abstract in theme.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>388</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-6233657323003389393</id><published>2012-01-01T10:27:00.008Z</published><updated>2012-01-01T11:23:34.894Z</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 365</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yD-9LUCHXw4/TwA2NbXB9DI/AAAAAAAACTU/SdpM-054sYA/s1600/DSC_0029.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yD-9LUCHXw4/TwA2NbXB9DI/AAAAAAAACTU/SdpM-054sYA/s320/DSC_0029.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692609533306860594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XUo4XQw2IDQ/TwA2NMJ19oI/AAAAAAAACTI/BbYGaoLNq2g/s320/DSC_0032.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692609529225016962" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-79YqNltXUGo/TwA2N46e6kI/AAAAAAAACTk/HOSfX1MtkvY/s320/DSC_0033.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692609541240187458" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 365&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;So 365 days later and my here is my last sculpture, the other side of the Sun. It completes my ‘365’ sculpture and in so doing ends for me, a year of daily clay sculpting and writing which I have never experienced in my life before and will probably never do so again. That is not to say I haven’t enjoyed it or that it hasn’t been totally worthwhile from my point of view, but it involved exercising such self discipline and maintaining energy levels in order to fit it in with the rest of my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;My memory immediately recalls sculpting while surrounded by boxes containing all our belongings as we prepared to move house. Whilst we had our eyes on potential new homes, we had no idea that we would move house this year, so it required a lot of concentration to keep my project going everyday, maintaining my other work and continuing with everyday life. Of course, as is often the case, my wife Sarina took up so much of the slack on so many things, when either I was writing or sculpting at home and contributed so much, as she does, to all aspects of my life. The most difficult days of the project, for me, were when commuting to and from London for film work, instead of the relative calm of working in my studio and having to sculpt and write on my return. Life has a way of just working out though and despite there being times when everything seemed close to unravelling, sculptures got sculpted, blogs got written, other deadlines were met and DIY work was completed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;There were times when walking in the country became a space in time where all the upheavals around us were generally put aside for a while and it is those walks that I will always remember. Never before have I observed my environment and the life around me so closely, always having taken in the big views, but not so much the details. I hope that all that I learnt along the way will in some way stay with me, but while I am aware that I’m not always able to access the vast array of facts that I am sure my brain holds, I will always remember my experience of being with nature this year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;As for the sculpture, well that is a strange one too. Each individual piece, because of its size has involved such close detailed work, to the point where the changes in my eyesight caused me so much concern throughout the year. I have always had perfect eyesight, but this year the project highlighted the changes which come with age and the prospect of wearing glasses for so much of my sculpting work.  &lt;/span&gt;So all the sculpts involved staring at pieces of clay that fitted between my thumb and index finger, so no scope for standing back from the work. It is a common statement in art schooling to stand back and look at your work and one which invariably helps the process, but in this case the only true appraisal I could give to my work was to just put them aside after the hour or so of sculpting and view them at another time. When I did see them later, quite often those that I had come to dislike during my time away from them, didn’t seem quite as bad. That said, with 365 sculptures, there was bound to be varying levels of success, but quite often, what I considered not so successful received the most ‘likes’ or comments on Facebook. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;I should say at this stage that the comments I received on Facebook and elsewhere were frequent and encouraging and played a big part in getting me through the project. To them I am so grateful, especially to the almost daily contributions of certain people who will know who they are! Even the process of attaching the sculpts to my main sculpture involved close observation, having to maintain gaps in between and each row finishing exactly where the first one was placed. This didn’t always work out and involved much trimming and anguish. Gradually though the sculpts got nearer to the top and a good many days went by with me focusing towards that goal with only brief glances at the end of the day to see how it was looking. The discipline, it seemed to me, had become so intense that the aim of finishing the project as a whole became all encompassing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;When finally it was complete, just a short time ago, I had a strange feeling of anti-climax, not because of the sculpture, but because the self discipline could suddenly relax a little. I left the final sculpt in my studio one night with tired eyes relieved it was all now in place and that one of my commitments was complete. I still had to write about a number of sculpts as they appeared online, but I now had at least an hour a day freed up to do other things. The following morning I arrived at my studio with thoughts for other work, keeping to usual routines of turning on the lights and radio. All of a sudden I glanced up at ‘365’ and at that moment it took my breath away. This wasn’t out of some incredible self satisfaction at what I saw. I am the worst critic of my work and I have no idea what pieces of mine will be appreciated by the public or not, but from a personal point of view, at that moment I saw a years work. As if it had previously gone unnoticed, but was now demanding my attention and I could stand back and appreciate it. I liked it a lot because, it appeared as I had imagined though it seemed far more successful ‘in the clay’ than it did in any of my photos. I had done it, and despite my usual concerns that no one else would appreciate it, my most reoccurring thought was that no matter what, I would always have this year, expressed in my sculpture. Moulding and casting will follow and decisions on how to show the sculpture too, but for the time being I am content to go into a new year with the experience of the last no doubt influencing what I do for many years to come.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e2204458bbaacc08" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De2204458bbaacc08%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331064709%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2A5710DC1F3E4DA20BE7A50A74DFD41863D09F4C.66255C7035855974ECD6EC568D441D38A7DA2321%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De2204458bbaacc08%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9OQ1zKT3fYqWna9PD3ayElGwyF4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De2204458bbaacc08%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331064709%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2A5710DC1F3E4DA20BE7A50A74DFD41863D09F4C.66255C7035855974ECD6EC568D441D38A7DA2321%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De2204458bbaacc08%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9OQ1zKT3fYqWna9PD3ayElGwyF4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-79d20ec213e88f3d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D79d20ec213e88f3d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331064709%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D69806C176CC3EC00D846886F2F5B2F3E1C563BF9.5F00BEF9BD8772CBA0E67D70DF5B59589F9D4E0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D79d20ec213e88f3d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7Q7in48fg7yUWW8bpq2xZerBXr8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D79d20ec213e88f3d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331064709%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D69806C176CC3EC00D846886F2F5B2F3E1C563BF9.5F00BEF9BD8772CBA0E67D70DF5B59589F9D4E0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D79d20ec213e88f3d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7Q7in48fg7yUWW8bpq2xZerBXr8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(86, 83, 60); 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Day 365'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yD-9LUCHXw4/TwA2NbXB9DI/AAAAAAAACTU/SdpM-054sYA/s72-c/DSC_0029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-4196104549618589302</id><published>2011-12-31T10:52:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-12-31T11:10:40.884Z</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 364</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q42fPnoeFYI/Tv7qWc-VeoI/AAAAAAAACTA/h-7al8oRLf8/s1600/DSC_0030.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q42fPnoeFYI/Tv7qWc-VeoI/AAAAAAAACTA/h-7al8oRLf8/s320/DSC_0030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692244650498554498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2yWePaJdgho/Tv7qWD8PD_I/AAAAAAAACSw/mAf1fl1DE6U/s1600/DSC_0031.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2yWePaJdgho/Tv7qWD8PD_I/AAAAAAAACSw/mAf1fl1DE6U/s320/DSC_0031.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692244643778858994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;'365' Day 364&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I am now at the very top of my sculpture which splits into the final two segments. I wondered for a long time what I should sculpt for the top, but I kept coming back to the same thing and the one thing that everything that I have observed, photographed, collected, picked and sculpted during the year relies upon for life itself. The Sun. My interpretation of the Sun was intended to be slightly ambiguous and that it could be interpreted as one of the flowering blooms, perhaps of the daisy family which seemed to come up a number of times during the Spring and Summer months. With regard to the Sun, I could barely scratch the surface here before beginning to scratch my head, so vast is the subject. I could  quote statistics  I have read like ‘it has a diameter of about 1,392,000 km, about 109 times that of Earth’, or ‘ The mean distance of the sun from the Earth is approximately 149.6 million kilometres’, but I would rather dwell on the fact that we rely on the Sun for life. The Sun provides energy which help plants to grow, which in turn feed the animals who ultimately fertilise new plants. By the process of photosynthesis the Sun supports almost all life on Earth and drives the climates and weather patterns and keeps temperatures at levels that enable life &lt;/span&gt;to thrive. It seemed appropriate therefore, that my version of the Sun be above all that I have created this year.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text';  min-height: 22.0pxcolor:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;  I think I am right in thinking that today should have been the last day, so I suspect I missed posting online on one occasion, probably down to broadband issues, so on to tomorrow and day 365. Tomorrow I will post 'the other side of the Sun' to complete my 365 sculptures and reveal the final finished clay sculpture. In the meantime, happy New Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jej_92Unw6w&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;100 Days Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c&amp;amp;feature=mfu_in_order&amp;amp;list=UL"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-4196104549618589302?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 364'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/4196104549618589302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/12/365-day-364.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/4196104549618589302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/4196104549618589302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/12/365-day-364.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 364'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q42fPnoeFYI/Tv7qWc-VeoI/AAAAAAAACTA/h-7al8oRLf8/s72-c/DSC_0030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-8606074169664118341</id><published>2011-12-30T10:09:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-12-30T10:19:52.323Z</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 363</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d9gUBDIFoAg/Tv2O0GUd0lI/AAAAAAAACSo/f4nzaPpS_N4/s1600/DSC_0025.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d9gUBDIFoAg/Tv2O0GUd0lI/AAAAAAAACSo/f4nzaPpS_N4/s320/DSC_0025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691862529766969938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pdnK8O-bvq8/Tv2Oz1Md9dI/AAAAAAAACSY/E_bmiZIGTKg/s1600/DSC_0024.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pdnK8O-bvq8/Tv2Oz1Md9dI/AAAAAAAACSY/E_bmiZIGTKg/s320/DSC_0024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691862525170021842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;This is one of my favourites of the tiny sculpts in the last row. It is again based on the recently identified Psathyrella Multipedata, or  Clustered Brittlestem. With the sculpture of&lt;a href="http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/01/365-day-10.html"&gt; day 9&lt;/a&gt; included, these Mushrooms are now one of the most revisited sculptures with 3 sculpts having now been based upon them. They grow, as the name suggests, in very dense clusters of around a hundred mushrooms on lawns and roadside verges, the latter of which is exactly where I saw them. Multipedata refers to them having many feet, yet the stems of a cluster of these mushrooms meet to form one single foot and form a common base. I read that they are quite rare so it seems appropriate now that they should have been used so much on the project.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jej_92Unw6w&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;100 Day Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 14.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Arial; color: #56533c; min-height: 17.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-8606074169664118341?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 363'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/8606074169664118341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/12/365-day-363.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/8606074169664118341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/8606074169664118341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/12/365-day-363.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 363'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d9gUBDIFoAg/Tv2O0GUd0lI/AAAAAAAACSo/f4nzaPpS_N4/s72-c/DSC_0025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-4053557245306567786</id><published>2011-12-29T08:33:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-12-29T08:43:34.386Z</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 362</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-epeYJPM4WNw/TvwnN_sSFQI/AAAAAAAACSM/aKGpzO1dDt8/s1600/DSC_0023.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-epeYJPM4WNw/TvwnN_sSFQI/AAAAAAAACSM/aKGpzO1dDt8/s320/DSC_0023.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691467150478415106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3xJSjMD-PEY/TvwnNvOXdAI/AAAAAAAACSA/u1XfU9B4PuQ/s1600/DSC_0022.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3xJSjMD-PEY/TvwnNvOXdAI/AAAAAAAACSA/u1XfU9B4PuQ/s320/DSC_0022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691467146057970690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 362&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I decided that as I had only two more sculpts left on this last row of eleven, that I would do two sculpts based on &lt;a href="http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/01/365.html"&gt;Mushrooms&lt;/a&gt;, just as I had started the project on the first &lt;a href="http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/01/365-day-2.html"&gt;two days&lt;/a&gt;. While those had been the result of a trip to Scotland, these mushrooms were based on those growing on a grass verge in the front of the farm where my studio is located. I also remembered  that the clump of young mushrooms was growing in exactly the same spot as the ones I sculpted from above on &lt;a href="http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/01/365-day-10.html"&gt;day 9.&lt;/a&gt; I noticed one of the mushrooms was bent over from the main clump, exposing its ‘gills’ underneath and decided that this was the one to sculpt. Especially as I had sculpted these mushrooms before, I was determined to have them identified. It is not something I have always achieved with the fungi I have sculpted during the year, mainly I think because most of them were created at the beginning of the project and before I began pestering my expert friend or the ‘Wild About Britain’ forum. It should certainly be said at this point, that my writing during this project generally grew, as a result of my wanting to know all about my subject matter. This was a gradual progression that took the project from the sole aim of finding sculpting inspiration in nature, to losing myself in nature. This progression was chiefly aided, not only by getting things identified, but also in seeing the passion that my expert friend showed to nature. She gives so much to nature in her community and I am so grateful for all the time she gave me. She knows who she is!  I am also so appreciative of the anonymous people on the ‘Wild About Britain‘ site. A kind man by the name of Peter came back to me, having posted an image of my mushrooms, with them identified as Psathyrella Multipedata, or  Clustered Brittlestem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jej_92Unw6w&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;100 Day Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-4053557245306567786?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 362'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/4053557245306567786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/12/365-day-362.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/4053557245306567786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/4053557245306567786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/12/365-day-362.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 362'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-epeYJPM4WNw/TvwnN_sSFQI/AAAAAAAACSM/aKGpzO1dDt8/s72-c/DSC_0023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-6258587066288490211</id><published>2011-12-28T09:02:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-12-28T09:12:06.450Z</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 361</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ih2aNlZS9q0/TvrdWQ2Cn_I/AAAAAAAACR0/UQ3Tv-Si_J4/s1600/DSC_0020.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ih2aNlZS9q0/TvrdWQ2Cn_I/AAAAAAAACR0/UQ3Tv-Si_J4/s320/DSC_0020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691104453684535282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5jxwE7OFGW8/TvrcgkAt2aI/AAAAAAAACRc/u6aQRfBq6Mo/s1600/DSC_0021.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5jxwE7OFGW8/TvrcgkAt2aI/AAAAAAAACRc/u6aQRfBq6Mo/s320/DSC_0021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691103531116648866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 361&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I felt this sculpt made best use of the small clay segment and the Holly Leaf on which it was based enabled me to do something a little different with it. I decided to take a side view of a leaf and instead of concerning myself with the lack of depth, I sculpted what I could see within a relatively low relief. I originally sculpted Holly and its Berries on &lt;a href="http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/01/365-day-21-holly-leaves-and-berries-and.html"&gt;day 21&lt;/a&gt; of the project in a more literal way and despite often feeling the year has gone quickly, I only have to think of that sculpt, 340 days ago, to realise just how long ago it was. Most commonly thought of as a Christmas decoration, it is appropriate that this sculpt should show up in Christmas week, something which involved no planning on my part other than to start my sculpt in Winter and finish it in Winter. Holly is one of Britain’s few native evergreen trees, therefore it is a characteristic of our Winters to see the spiny, glossy leaves. It also provides a welcome feast, mildly poisonous to humans, for birds and other animals  at this time. The bright red berries, extremely hard and bitter in Autumn, become softer and more palatable after being frozen during the cold winter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jej_92Unw6w&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;100 Days Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-6258587066288490211?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 361'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/6258587066288490211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/12/365-day-361.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/6258587066288490211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/6258587066288490211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/12/365-day-361.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 361'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ih2aNlZS9q0/TvrdWQ2Cn_I/AAAAAAAACR0/UQ3Tv-Si_J4/s72-c/DSC_0020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-8852934046908496730</id><published>2011-12-27T09:57:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-12-27T10:03:28.152Z</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 360</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vVSiabpseBY/TvmXMvplC7I/AAAAAAAACRQ/wtkG1cKklxQ/s1600/DSC_0019.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vVSiabpseBY/TvmXMvplC7I/AAAAAAAACRQ/wtkG1cKklxQ/s320/DSC_0019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690745849364417458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fBGPU8uC2Cc/TvmXMb0HlMI/AAAAAAAACRE/mp2N34W4ghs/s1600/DSC_0018.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fBGPU8uC2Cc/TvmXMb0HlMI/AAAAAAAACRE/mp2N34W4ghs/s320/DSC_0018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690745844039914690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 360&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;It would have been nice if I had thought to sculpt the leaves of this tree when the sizes were much more than fingernail size, but it shall remain as one of the more angular pieces on my final sculpt and perhaps a pointer to the the top. Its difficult to make out especially as a close up, but this was based on a something I saw growing back in the Subtropical Gardens at Abbotsbury. I pointed it out to Sarina who informed  me that it was a Fan Palm and who am I to doubt her. Nevertheless I made a number of internet searches to make doubly sure. I even narrowed it down to the Trachycarpus Fortunei or Chusan Palm for its similarity in appearance and the fact that it is the most common one to be found in this country, probably because it easily copes with the cold winters here. It was discovered by the 19th century plant collector  Robert Fortune on the island of Chusan (now known as Zhoushan), south of Shanghai. It has been cultivated in China and Japan for thousands of years in order to to make very strong ropes, sacks and cloths. These would be made from the coarse leaf fibre. The Palms grow less than a foot a year and the one I saw was little more than 8 ft, but there is a wonderfully impressive example of one at the Trebah Garden, Near Falmouth, Cornwall. That one stands at 48.3 ft and has stood there for 150 years, which would suggest it has reached its peak, as they tend not to grow beyond 49 ft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jej_92Unw6w&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;100 Days Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-8852934046908496730?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 360'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/8852934046908496730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/12/365-day-360.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/8852934046908496730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/8852934046908496730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/12/365-day-360.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 360'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vVSiabpseBY/TvmXMvplC7I/AAAAAAAACRQ/wtkG1cKklxQ/s72-c/DSC_0019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-7892002630635775921</id><published>2011-12-26T09:57:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-12-26T10:12:38.216Z</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 359</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RH9EAFqwczA/TvhIFWto5eI/AAAAAAAACQ4/b96fAcxf7qI/s1600/DSC_0017.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RH9EAFqwczA/TvhIFWto5eI/AAAAAAAACQ4/b96fAcxf7qI/s320/DSC_0017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690377386016171490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yEXK8yLeFEw/TvhIFFP7BqI/AAAAAAAACQs/cp40HirIPrQ/s1600/DSC_0016.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yEXK8yLeFEw/TvhIFFP7BqI/AAAAAAAACQs/cp40HirIPrQ/s320/DSC_0016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690377381328127650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 359&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Another one from our garden, which with its frequent mentions in this project is probably beginning to sound like Kew gardens. Sadly, it is anything but. The sculpt is the result of a cutting from our Bay Tree. The dark glossy foliage was highlighted with the dots of small light green berries which will eventually ripen to a purplish black. The Bay Tree, or the Laurel Bay as it is also known, has been honoured and respected throughout history for its mythical origins as well as its aromatic leaves. It is native to the Mediterranean region and particularly revered by the Greeks and Romans who believed it would bring them health and happiness. With a Bay outside your house you are protected and as long as you take some leaves with you upon leaving, you should ward off evil spirits. With all these advantages, along with its evergreen representation of eternity and immortality, it will definitely remain in our garden!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Of course, we have to thank Apollo and his pursuit of Daphne, for the Bay Tree! She got so frightened by Apollo chasing her through the woods that she prayed to her father for help. It seems a touch drastic, but his response was to turn her into a Laurel Tree on the bank of a river to protect her. This obviously did the trick, but I’m sure he did have to come to terms with his daughter now being a tree! Apollo found the tree and made a wreath from some branches in memory of her beauty and his love for her. The Greek name for the tree, incidentally is Daphne! The Laurel became a symbol of Apollo and Laurel wreaths were presented to winners at the Pythian Games, a Greek forerunner to the Olympics, in honour of him. This spread to Roman culture, where the Laurel became seen as a symbol of victory. No doubt this explains the Laurel wreaths which used to be worn by victors at motor racing Grand Prix. It does though, raise doubt in my mind as to why Apollo was celebrated for chasing frightened women through woods and why, when he finally did catch up with her, to find she was a tree, was this considered a victory? She was a tree for goodness sake, he couldn’t fail to catch up with her! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Nonetheless, the whole story and its traditions are the source for words such as ‘baccalaureate’ and ‘poet laureate’ as well as the saying ‘resting on ones laurels’ or resting on ones past successes. The connections go on and on, but it is probably the uses of the leaves which are most relevant today. Fresh or dried, Bay leaves are widely used as flavouring agents in cooking. They are generally removed when cooked as the leaves are sharp and abrasive enough to cause internal damage, but can be consumed when ground down and used in soups and stocks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jej_92Unw6w&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;100 Days Video &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-7892002630635775921?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 359'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/7892002630635775921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/12/365-day-359.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/7892002630635775921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/7892002630635775921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/12/365-day-359.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 359'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RH9EAFqwczA/TvhIFWto5eI/AAAAAAAACQ4/b96fAcxf7qI/s72-c/DSC_0017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-7610884730946895345</id><published>2011-12-25T09:43:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-12-25T09:50:42.883Z</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 358</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T3DBhOn9q4Q/TvbxE2zm6JI/AAAAAAAACQg/nNdnbdo3iZU/s1600/DSC_0014.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T3DBhOn9q4Q/TvbxE2zm6JI/AAAAAAAACQg/nNdnbdo3iZU/s320/DSC_0014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690000244962945170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HqkgnC17SSU/TvbxEuWgBkI/AAAAAAAACQU/S3saBzwUPiU/s1600/DSC_0015.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HqkgnC17SSU/TvbxEuWgBkI/AAAAAAAACQU/S3saBzwUPiU/s320/DSC_0015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690000242693375554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 358&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;This was a revisit of the Oak leaf, such a familiar site in English nature and throughout my year of observing it. On &lt;a href="http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/01/365-day-24.html"&gt;day 24&lt;/a&gt; I sculpted a fallen leaf, curled at the edges, though at the time I mentioned I wished I had done a more crinkled leaf. Though that was an option this time, I decided to do a simple leaf shape with a suggestion of rain drops which were evident on the one I picked. The Oak is the most common woodland tree in England and with it goes a kind of status which has the Royal Navy constructing warships from it, naming them after the tree and the Royal Navy ‘quick march’ is referred to as ‘Heart of Oak.’ The Oak can grow to over 30 metres, live for over a 1,000 years and is seen as a symbol of great strength.  The National Trust depicts oak leaves and acorns on its emblem, the tree has appeared on £1 coins, and the Royal Oak is the third most popular pub name in Britain.The latter being in reference to a particular Oak in the country’s history and one that I lived near where I grew up. On the county boundary of Shropshire and Staffordshire in the West Midlands is Boscobel House, which dates back to the 16th century. Whilst I have visited the house on a few occasions since, I can remember a school visit where I stared out of one of the windows at an Oak Tree which had such an aura about it. This was because it was known as the Royal Oak, for its part in the escape of King Charles 11 after the Battle of Worcester in 1651, during the English Civil War. The future king evaded capture by Parliamentary soldiers by hiding in the Oak tree from where he could see the patrols searching for him. It’s not the only Royal Oak I have lived near to either! I lived in Blackheath, London for many years and so enjoyed many visits to Greenwich Park. During my time there an Oak Tree still stood, which we referred to as Henry V111’s tree. It had a small fence around it, because it had a hollow trunk and was therefore vulnerable, and had a sign next to it  describing how the King and Anne Boleyn had danced around it. It is actually called the Elizabeth Oak and was a place where Elizabeth 1 is said to have taken refreshment while sitting in its protective hollow. It all goes along with the image that the tree holds, that it would be the place for kings to choose to dance or queens to rest in its protection. Sadly, the tree no longer stands, eventually felled by the wind, but still lies next to a new Oak tree, planted in 1992.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jej_92Unw6w&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;100 Day Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c&amp;amp;feature=mfu_in_order&amp;amp;list=UL"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c&amp;amp;feature=mfu_in_order&amp;amp;list=UL"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p color="#56533c" style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p color="#56533c" style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; "&gt;Merry Christmas to Everyone!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-7610884730946895345?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 358'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/7610884730946895345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/12/365-day-358.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/7610884730946895345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/7610884730946895345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/12/365-day-358.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 358'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T3DBhOn9q4Q/TvbxE2zm6JI/AAAAAAAACQg/nNdnbdo3iZU/s72-c/DSC_0014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-8211923538964437291</id><published>2011-12-24T10:31:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-12-24T10:40:32.771Z</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 357</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d0YJw_EFcs0/TvWrR67rf4I/AAAAAAAACQI/QdBfwpCYsYM/s1600/DSC_0013.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d0YJw_EFcs0/TvWrR67rf4I/AAAAAAAACQI/QdBfwpCYsYM/s320/DSC_0013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689642028618186626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BiraYztSTyQ/TvWrRgeglCI/AAAAAAAACP8/qjta1l_lnFI/s1600/DSC_0012.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BiraYztSTyQ/TvWrRgeglCI/AAAAAAAACP8/qjta1l_lnFI/s320/DSC_0012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689642021516514338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 357&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;In trying to keep with the leaf theme on my final row, I walked our garden for inspiration. We have a lovely Japanese Maple at the bottom of the garden whose leaves were just starting to brown and crinkle at the edges of the red leaves. I immediately picked a leaf and took it in the house to sculpt. Again the sculpture base was too small to be able to come up with something totally satisfying, but it gave an impression. Our Japanese Maple was the subject of discussion when we first moved in the house as it seems so hidden away at the bottom of the garden and the idea of moving it nearer the house was popular for a while. However, an expert gardener friend of ours put the fear of the Samurai into us with concern that it wouldn’t survive the move. So it will stay in its current location and we will hopefully make more of a feature of it. In actual fact, there are more than 1000 different Japanese Maples with a huge range of leaf colours, sizes and shapes and the the name incorporates Acer Palmatum, Acer Japonicum and Acer Shirasawanum. As it seems to be the most common, I would guess ours is a variety of Acer Palmatum. They are actually native to Japan, China, North and South Korea, Mongolia and Russia often growing in the shade of forest canopies. While there are many varieties in gardens, even in nature, seedlings from the same parent tree can have the same typical differences as the cultivated ones. The first specimen came to England from Japan in 1820 from when its popularity grew, but before that a Swedish doctor-botanist named Carl Peter Thunberg brought drawings back of the tree and gave it  the name ‘Palmatum’ to describe the hand-like leaves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jej_92Unw6w&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;100 Days Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-8211923538964437291?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 357'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/8211923538964437291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/12/365-day-357.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/8211923538964437291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/8211923538964437291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/12/365-day-357.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 357'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d0YJw_EFcs0/TvWrR67rf4I/AAAAAAAACQI/QdBfwpCYsYM/s72-c/DSC_0013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-8915883648873497360</id><published>2011-12-23T08:41:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-23T08:51:03.140Z</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 356</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bgFabVVS5xQ/TvRA05fA0II/AAAAAAAACP0/cUV2XOr9EYw/s1600/DSC_0010.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bgFabVVS5xQ/TvRA05fA0II/AAAAAAAACP0/cUV2XOr9EYw/s320/DSC_0010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689243506804052098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R9VYUez4mLk/TvRA0kPSHXI/AAAAAAAACPk/zVw9Npi4czo/s1600/DSC_0011.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R9VYUez4mLk/TvRA0kPSHXI/AAAAAAAACPk/zVw9Npi4czo/s320/DSC_0011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689243501100932466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 356&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;This strange sculpt was not much wider than my little finger and so sculpting the leaves of a Yew was probably a little ambitious in the time I allow myself. Since the start of the project however, I have kind of made peace with myself on the sculpts that I haven't been entirely happy with. I had to stick with my self imposed rules of not spending too long on them, which meant not returning to them later, no matter what I felt. The truth is, it took a lot of time for me to get used to seeing my photographed sculpts online when I considered most of them unfinished. That aspect of it has been good for me. Having worked in tv and film, where detail and finish are often so important, I have always tended to apply as much of a finish to my own sculptures. I don’t think this is a bad thing, but it would be nice for me as a sculptor to break from that sometimes. Although the 365 sculpts are detailed, they aren’t finished in the way I normally would and in most instances, this has probably been for the best. They all play their part in the whole texture of the final sculpt and while some will stand out, literally in some cases, because of their high relief, others will be set back. I saw the Yew leaves leaves in Hampstead Heath and thought I could do a simple follow-up to the  Yew I sculpted on &lt;a href="http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/04/365-day-102.html"&gt;day 102&lt;/a&gt;. That was before I presented myself with such a tiny piece of clay! As described before, the  leaves, bark and seeds of a yew are all poisonous, in fact it is only the red flesh of the berries, which birds eat, that is not. While it was once used for such things as animal poisoning and even assassination and suicide, I was surprised to see that there are two chemotherapy drugs which were  developed from Yew Trees. The  needles of the European Yew Tree and the bark of the Pacific Yew, Tree were both used to make the drugs until they could be made synthetically and the needles continue to be collected as part of the process of making the drugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-8915883648873497360?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 356'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/8915883648873497360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/12/365-day-356.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/8915883648873497360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/8915883648873497360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/12/365-day-356.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 356'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bgFabVVS5xQ/TvRA05fA0II/AAAAAAAACP0/cUV2XOr9EYw/s72-c/DSC_0010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-5398878060017983192</id><published>2011-12-22T08:04:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-12-22T08:15:02.300Z</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 355</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YXcq8wPgQLI/TvLmTZ2VnXI/AAAAAAAACPY/WRowjUja83s/s1600/DSC_0009.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YXcq8wPgQLI/TvLmTZ2VnXI/AAAAAAAACPY/WRowjUja83s/s320/DSC_0009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688862500353056114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eltdWi9LbXU/TvLmTK8v69I/AAAAAAAACPM/eEceb3Hg6MI/s1600/DSC_0008.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eltdWi9LbXU/TvLmTK8v69I/AAAAAAAACPM/eEceb3Hg6MI/s320/DSC_0008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688862496353414098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 355&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I really loved these Ivy Leaves. They had such pronounced shapes which over-lapped each other all over one of the wooden posts, which lined Hampstead Heath. The post was no longer visible and its hard shaped right angles were now textured  with soft waxy leaves. Considering the size, I was pleased with the way the sculpt looked, because of the shape of the clay base, it had the look of one side of the stump. The woody, evergreen Ivy has now featured, in one way or another, in a number of sculptures starting with one as early as&lt;a href="http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/01/365-day-4.html"&gt; day 4&lt;/a&gt; and then days&lt;a href="http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/01/365-day-23.html"&gt; 23,&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/11/365-day-308.html"&gt;308&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/12/365-day-354.html"&gt;354&lt;/a&gt;. It’s been a year when I have noticed the plant more having ‘discovered’ Ivy berries and the flowers for the first time. I also knew nothing of the plant except that it is extremely tough to pull up from your garden and to stop it from growing where you don’t want it. It’s a climber that doesn’t seem to distinguish between horizontal, vertical or any other direction  for that matter and uses tiny roots to cling to the substrate. The leaves of Ivy are split into two types, the juvenile and the adult. I assume the ones I sculpted are juvenile as they palmate, whereas adult leaves, having been exposed to full sun for longer, are heart shaped. I read that Ivy is ‘somewhat poisonous’ and various descriptions which left may fairly sure I wouldn’t eat any of it in a hurry, though I also found a site that suggested the use Ivy leaf extract drops as a supportive treatment for asthma, a cough or bronchitis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-5398878060017983192?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 355'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/5398878060017983192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/12/365-day-355.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/5398878060017983192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/5398878060017983192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/12/365-day-355.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 355'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YXcq8wPgQLI/TvLmTZ2VnXI/AAAAAAAACPY/WRowjUja83s/s72-c/DSC_0009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-501888962024445436</id><published>2011-12-21T09:08:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-21T09:17:37.727Z</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 354</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GA4k75xPYUo/TvGj-gqHQvI/AAAAAAAACPA/MimzGHCGNlQ/s1600/DSC_0006.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GA4k75xPYUo/TvGj-gqHQvI/AAAAAAAACPA/MimzGHCGNlQ/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688508098659435250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tFUJyowLnHY/TvGj-ZCu5EI/AAAAAAAACO0/9OonStV5Rw0/s1600/DSC_0007.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tFUJyowLnHY/TvGj-ZCu5EI/AAAAAAAACO0/9OonStV5Rw0/s320/DSC_0007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688508096615212098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 354&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;It was a nice idea, but my concentrating on leaves, that I only mentioned yesterday, seems to have fallen at the first fence. Well perhaps not entirely. This sculpt was based on a log covered with the aerial roots of Ivy which was lying on the ground in a thicket of Hampstead Heath. The size of the sculpts are really  restrictive and prevented me from getting across the extent and length of the tangle, and what drew me to the log in the first place, but it is a representative of a memory of that moment. There were leaves, but very few on the log, which had now become nothing more than a strangulated object in the path of the prolific climbing roots. I shall revert back to leaves tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-501888962024445436?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 354'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/501888962024445436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/12/365-day-354.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/501888962024445436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/501888962024445436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/12/365-day-354.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 354'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GA4k75xPYUo/TvGj-gqHQvI/AAAAAAAACPA/MimzGHCGNlQ/s72-c/DSC_0006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-3892562913785102954</id><published>2011-12-20T08:29:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-20T08:44:12.402Z</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 353</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KAoJBhtsOHg/TvBJxLxUXEI/AAAAAAAACOs/vFR_pCWWcJw/s1600/DSC_0005.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KAoJBhtsOHg/TvBJxLxUXEI/AAAAAAAACOs/vFR_pCWWcJw/s320/DSC_0005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688127438690999362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9wMmLu2p9Rw/TvBJw1_xkwI/AAAAAAAACOc/FO8dwJ2St6M/s1600/DSC_0004.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9wMmLu2p9Rw/TvBJw1_xkwI/AAAAAAAACOc/FO8dwJ2St6M/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688127432846054146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 353&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;This sculpt marks the beginning of the last full row on my final sculpture. 11 sculpts had to be placed into what was almost the tip of the final piece, which meant they would all be little more than a centimetre wide. The size couldn’t be avoided, but the subject was also presenting me with problems. I really had come to a point where I wondered how I would get to the end of the project. It was probably all in the mind, but it was a case of being so near and yet so far. At the time, I was exhibiting with a gallery at the Hampstead Affordable Art Fair, so as Sarina had never visited Hampstead Heath and I needed inspiration, we decided to combine a walk around the exhibition with one around the Heath. The light was already beginning to fade as we set out on the Heath, but it was clear to see it was a wonderful place to walk and enjoy nature. It wasn’t providing anymore clues for sculptures however, than Tonbridge had been. The Heath was a picture of trees of all kinds and of their falling leaves blowing in the wind. I think it was between the two of us, as we walked, that a loose plan was hatched to concentrate the last row of sculpts on leaves, with perhaps the last one or two going back to where I started.  This had the potential to change, but it gave me a focus which is what I needed to get me to the end. So this sculpt, is inspired by our time at Hampstead Heath and the Falling Leaves of Autumn, fast becoming Winter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-3892562913785102954?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 353'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/3892562913785102954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/12/365-day-353.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/3892562913785102954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/3892562913785102954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/12/365-day-353.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 353'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KAoJBhtsOHg/TvBJxLxUXEI/AAAAAAAACOs/vFR_pCWWcJw/s72-c/DSC_0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-4487283815556151027</id><published>2011-12-19T09:46:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-19T09:54:58.327Z</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 352</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0QKmIa-Lxh8/Tu8IjMFMFpI/AAAAAAAACOQ/BNRgUxBWnNM/s1600/DSC_0039.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0QKmIa-Lxh8/Tu8IjMFMFpI/AAAAAAAACOQ/BNRgUxBWnNM/s320/DSC_0039.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687774255023658642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xlR_Gl_Oeh8/Tu8Iiy_ZucI/AAAAAAAACOE/TIC_CYCFbvc/s1600/DSC_0038.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xlR_Gl_Oeh8/Tu8Iiy_ZucI/AAAAAAAACOE/TIC_CYCFbvc/s320/DSC_0038.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687774248288500162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 352&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c; min-height: 22.0px"&gt;When I saw the subjects of this sculpt at the Sevenoaks Wildlife Reserve, they could almost have been a group of stones or pebbles lying on the ground. I guess it was the fact that they were in view on the pathway without any other stones about that caused me to look closer. They were, on closer inspection, textured in a way that no stone could be, in that they had many areas where the surface had sunk away into little dimples, or dissolved or been eaten. I didn’t know what it was, but it was decay of some sort and that indicated that the ‘stones’ had grown in that spot. Because of the decay and the suggestion that, what was now obviously some sort of fungi, had been there a long time, identifying it was not going to be easy. With such provisos in place, the name suggested by the Wild About Britain forum was Scleroderma Citrinum, or Common Earthball. This is a very common and highly poisonous fungus which, because they have no stem, the rounded ‘fruit body’ is attached to the ground by groups of fine white filaments called mycelial threads. The ‘Earthball’s’ start out white, cream or yellow in colour and become browner as they age and are covered in a scaly texture.  They also give off the unpleasant odour of gas. The skin is thick, tough and leathery which is no doubt the reason for the name of its genus, Scleroderma, from the Greek word for hard skin. This word is also given to a group of related human skin diseases, where the skin becomes hardened and it came up in my searches almost as often as fungi.&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c; min-height: 22.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c; min-height: 22.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 11.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana; color: #333233; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-4487283815556151027?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 352'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/4487283815556151027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/12/365-day-352.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/4487283815556151027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/4487283815556151027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/12/365-day-352.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 352'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0QKmIa-Lxh8/Tu8IjMFMFpI/AAAAAAAACOQ/BNRgUxBWnNM/s72-c/DSC_0039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-3942297750557169004</id><published>2011-12-18T10:36:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-12-18T10:43:19.394Z</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 351</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PyBcEmFw30k/Tu3DUViLFTI/AAAAAAAACN4/PK_xR5p3uCs/s1600/DSC_0036.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PyBcEmFw30k/Tu3DUViLFTI/AAAAAAAACN4/PK_xR5p3uCs/s320/DSC_0036.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687416658584081714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5jZ6Tf2XJ-Q/Tu3DUKpJXrI/AAAAAAAACNs/wAVxNjKxCqo/s1600/DSC_0037.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5jZ6Tf2XJ-Q/Tu3DUKpJXrI/AAAAAAAACNs/wAVxNjKxCqo/s320/DSC_0037.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687416655660539570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 351&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;When I worked on this sculpt, I was pretty confident it was a repeat of the subject from &lt;a href="http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/05/365-day-136.html"&gt;day 136&lt;/a&gt;, the snowberry shrub I saw in Knole park, Sevenoaks. This one though, formed a hedgerow where the farm met the country lane. I liked the way the leaves mirrored each other on either side of the stem and at the end of the stem were one, two or more pink berries in various stages of growth. I was later informed, by the clever folk on the ‘Wild About Britain’ forum that though a relative of the snowberry, the shrub was actually a Coralberry shrub. The plant is native to the Eastern United States and Canada, but unless the need to follow a regular watering schedule during the first growing season, or feeding it with a general purpose fertiliser, then I found little information on the Coralberry. This was a little disappointing, especially as I don’t have a Coralberry in my garden so gardening advice is therefore unnecessary, but should I ever do so, I will know to leave any pruning to late winter or early spring! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-3942297750557169004?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 351'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/3942297750557169004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/12/365-day-351.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/3942297750557169004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/3942297750557169004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/12/365-day-351.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 351'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PyBcEmFw30k/Tu3DUViLFTI/AAAAAAAACN4/PK_xR5p3uCs/s72-c/DSC_0036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-6998515752386535987</id><published>2011-12-17T10:15:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-12-17T10:25:38.127Z</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 350</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-giNIiQDDH7o/TuxtVXdfCRI/AAAAAAAACNc/QK_Lx9pQkfw/s1600/DSC_0032.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-giNIiQDDH7o/TuxtVXdfCRI/AAAAAAAACNc/QK_Lx9pQkfw/s320/DSC_0032.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687040643304458514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xmwbompzi_8/TuxtU9xxfsI/AAAAAAAACNQ/ZulNKH_fT7M/s1600/DSC_0033.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xmwbompzi_8/TuxtU9xxfsI/AAAAAAAACNQ/ZulNKH_fT7M/s320/DSC_0033.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687040636410232514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 350&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I had spotted clusters of bright red berries on my journeys down the narrow country lanes that lead to my studio. They were growing like festoons along creepers which threaded their way through the hedgerows. On one occasion, I stopped my car close to hedge and wound down my window to take photos. This was soon interrupted  by another car, who must have wondered what the big deal was about that particular hedge, or possibly, why this inconsiderate driver was blocking the road whilst he or she had an important meeting to g0 to! I obviously started up my car and quickly carried on my way. I had previously done most of my ‘berry’ sculpts as quite close-up, but with this one I wanted to suggest that the berries were growing in numbers and part of a tangled whole. I learnt that the plant was called, strangely, Black Bryony, but believe the ‘Black’ refers to the colour of the roots, while Bryony comes from the Greek ‘bryo’ which means to shoot or grow rapidly. It is the only plant native to the UK, to be from the same family as the yam. It becomes quite confusing from site to site, but I think I can deduce that Black Bryony is very poisonous. I read somewhere that 15 berries can be fatal to a child and horses have died after having eaten them from hedgerows. I don’t know if there have ever been any such fatalities where I saw the berries growing in abundance, but they were right next to the equestrian centre. I did, however see that the plant is described on various sites as having medicinal uses. It would seem that the black fleshy root, acrid to taste, and extremely  poisonous is used to make medicine. There is the rather dodgy sounding intake of the stuff by mouth to induce vomiting, but also numerous lotions and potions for the skin created from what is a skin irritant. It can be used topically for bruises, strains, torn muscles, chilblains, and rheumatism. As a recent sufferer of chilblains, I was interested to hear how, as well as with the root, by steeping the red berries in gin you can make a remedy for them. Call me old fashioned, but I have a feeling that my poor toes will need to get a lot worse before I lie back with a mixture of gin and skin irritating, deadly poisonous red berries all over them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-6998515752386535987?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 350'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/6998515752386535987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/12/365-day-350.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/6998515752386535987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/6998515752386535987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/12/365-day-350.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 350'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-giNIiQDDH7o/TuxtVXdfCRI/AAAAAAAACNc/QK_Lx9pQkfw/s72-c/DSC_0032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-1064044036851523592</id><published>2011-12-16T08:29:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-12-16T08:40:07.313Z</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 349</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CBxGKY3NcoE/TusDINdQMoI/AAAAAAAACNE/fhIFK0u9Fmk/s1600/DSC_0031.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CBxGKY3NcoE/TusDINdQMoI/AAAAAAAACNE/fhIFK0u9Fmk/s320/DSC_0031.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686642394071577218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Uw7CQNvZMhc/TusDHvP72OI/AAAAAAAACM4/UTBWn7BxZI0/s1600/DSC_0030.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Uw7CQNvZMhc/TusDHvP72OI/AAAAAAAACM4/UTBWn7BxZI0/s320/DSC_0030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686642385962653922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 349&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;This sculpt was inspired by the same morning walk as yesterdays sculpt and was my attempt at creating a texture, based on the Grass Dew. It took me back to the sculpt on day 18 when the first frost inspired a similar close up of grass. It took artistic license, but angular pieces of clay added to the grass shapes contrast with droplet forms on this one. I like that I have created a number pieces throughout this project which appear as abstract textures, especially when seen in isolation and without explanation. I also think they work well next to the more literal animal and plant inspired pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-1064044036851523592?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 349'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/1064044036851523592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/12/365-day-348_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/1064044036851523592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/1064044036851523592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/12/365-day-348_16.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 349'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CBxGKY3NcoE/TusDINdQMoI/AAAAAAAACNE/fhIFK0u9Fmk/s72-c/DSC_0031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-4332973244438268225</id><published>2011-12-15T06:13:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-15T06:29:05.736Z</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 348</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PBelci031aM/TumTqgksCfI/AAAAAAAACMw/tNqlNt7EMhI/s1600/DSC_0035.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PBelci031aM/TumTqgksCfI/AAAAAAAACMw/tNqlNt7EMhI/s320/DSC_0035.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686238363039566322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lw2Fq_VX_EA/TumTpxCHiXI/AAAAAAAACMg/zWepzSUCZcA/s1600/DSC_0034.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lw2Fq_VX_EA/TumTpxCHiXI/AAAAAAAACMg/zWepzSUCZcA/s320/DSC_0034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686238350278101362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 348&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;This sculpt was the result of a beautiful morning walk, with the sun shining and the grass covered in dew. &lt;/span&gt;It was difficult to do so on such a small scale and one could never hope to achieve what nature does, but I tried to get across what I saw in a number of places on the farm land. I saw Meadow Buttercups formed into new shapes by the dew highlighted cobwebs all over them, which almost made them look like delicate sculptures themselves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-4332973244438268225?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 348'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/4332973244438268225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/12/365-day-348.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/4332973244438268225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/4332973244438268225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/12/365-day-348.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 348'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PBelci031aM/TumTqgksCfI/AAAAAAAACMw/tNqlNt7EMhI/s72-c/DSC_0035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-5207805544792759918</id><published>2011-12-14T06:16:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-14T06:30:07.660Z</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 347</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AFatiiADoVM/TuhCXnxcx-I/AAAAAAAACMU/43FbcR1H14Q/s1600/DSC_0021.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AFatiiADoVM/TuhCXnxcx-I/AAAAAAAACMU/43FbcR1H14Q/s320/DSC_0021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685867503136065506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EFKBGCKdhs8/TuhCXGX5FaI/AAAAAAAACMI/RNX18EEqI-g/s1600/DSC_0022.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EFKBGCKdhs8/TuhCXGX5FaI/AAAAAAAACMI/RNX18EEqI-g/s320/DSC_0022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685867494170498466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 347&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I sculpted Rose Hips on day 11 and decided to do so again, almost a year later. This time I saw some red-orange, urn shaped Hips in the garden of the farm which I decided I could use to fill my little clay shape. &lt;/span&gt;I looked back to my writing on&lt;a href="http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/01/365-day-11.html"&gt; day 11&lt;/a&gt; and saw that ‘in those days’ I wrote comparatively little, which is marker to how much I have become involved with the project and enjoyed finding out about the things I have sculpted. In this case, I think the Rose Hips were on a Rosa Moyesii which is large shrub, originating in West China. Rose Hips are said to be very high in vitamin C, this variety particularly so and can be used for herbal tea, jam, jelly, soup and wine amongst other things. They can even be eaten raw, though it’s necessary to avoid the fine hairs inside. When I read about the hairs, it suddenly brought back another childhood memory. I can remember crushing the Hips in my hand to expose the hairs and because they were known to be used as itching powder, I would find great amusement in putting the hairs down peoples shirts. I believe this was a widely used practical joke and not a sole venture on my part.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-5207805544792759918?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 347'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/5207805544792759918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/12/365-day-347.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/5207805544792759918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/5207805544792759918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/12/365-day-347.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 347'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AFatiiADoVM/TuhCXnxcx-I/AAAAAAAACMU/43FbcR1H14Q/s72-c/DSC_0021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-5488436148528004388</id><published>2011-12-13T06:14:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-12-13T06:22:53.186Z</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 346</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-St9ZqX_MqQs/Tubu8CaUobI/AAAAAAAACL8/TkPvB6yzCwQ/s1600/DSC_0024.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-St9ZqX_MqQs/Tubu8CaUobI/AAAAAAAACL8/TkPvB6yzCwQ/s320/DSC_0024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685494294808666546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v7FL7OxDu9s/Tubu7-LwrpI/AAAAAAAACLw/hZX_rUI6Yn0/s1600/DSC_0025.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v7FL7OxDu9s/Tubu7-LwrpI/AAAAAAAACLw/hZX_rUI6Yn0/s320/DSC_0025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685494293673848466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(25, 123, 175);   font-family:Helvetica;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-shadow: transparent 0px 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-weight: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none;  font-family:Optima;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div   style="  ;font-family:Helvetica;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#197BAF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-shadow: transparent 0px 0px; "&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font: normal normal normal 18px/normal 'Hoefler Text'; color: rgb(86, 83, 60); "&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p color="#56533c" style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 346&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;We went for a ‘new’ walk in an area on the outskirts of Tonbridge called Golden Green.  We had been there before, but not during the course of my project so I was optimistic about seeing something new.  The walk started in farmed fields, past orchards and over a canal lock before reaching the fields beyond. Sheep looked up at us approaching as we made our way to a small wooded area on the other side of their field and dispersed as soon as we got too near. Under the trees, my eyes fixed on the ground in the hope that something would catch my eye as so far it hadn’t. Sarina was a little way from me when a snake suddenly darted out from in front of me into a small pool of water ahead and swam zigzag fashion across with its head just out of the water. I had now had about 4 snake sightings this year, but just in case you are wondering, my sculpt today is a frog, not a snake. To my frustration, Sarina missed the snake and all she got for her searching was a fright from a frog who jumped out as she walked towards the pool. It found a position within a crevice in the bark of a tree trunk and sat looking up at me as I photographed him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-5488436148528004388?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 346'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/5488436148528004388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/12/365-day-346.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/5488436148528004388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/5488436148528004388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/12/365-day-346.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 346'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-St9ZqX_MqQs/Tubu8CaUobI/AAAAAAAACL8/TkPvB6yzCwQ/s72-c/DSC_0024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-2698047774912179149</id><published>2011-12-12T08:42:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-12T09:30:00.407Z</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 345</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IG5fO5M04qQ/TuXJkPb0IzI/AAAAAAAACLk/Cwhk3JQLCD4/s1600/DSC_0027.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IG5fO5M04qQ/TuXJkPb0IzI/AAAAAAAACLk/Cwhk3JQLCD4/s320/DSC_0027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685171729080787762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c4-el8yuQOw/TuXJj3vJnjI/AAAAAAAACLY/2PoOfByaKAs/s1600/DSC_0026.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c4-el8yuQOw/TuXJj3vJnjI/AAAAAAAACLY/2PoOfByaKAs/s320/DSC_0026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685171722719436338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 345&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I sculpted the head of a Sunflower, ready to unfurl, on &lt;a href="http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/10/365-day-296.html"&gt;day 296&lt;/a&gt; and followed that up with this sculpt, having seen fields of them gradually going to seed. I decided to sculpt a close up of the Seeds all packed together in their curved rows to create a tiny texture. If I had known, when I sculpted it, what I came to learn afterwards, I would have been much more attentive in how I laid them out. My heart sank as I began with an innocent internet search for Sunflower Seeds, only to be led to site after site explaining the Fibonacci Series. This brought back memories of sitting at small wooden desks with a maths book in front of me and my eyes straining to see what the pupil sitting next to me was making of the lesson. Even in art, a subject I generally excelled at, I can remember the headaches developed from too much time spent discussing the related Golden Ratio or Golden Section in paintings. So it was with dismay and concern for my tiny sculpt that I learnt that the Seeds of a Sunflower head are well known as an example of the Fibonacci Series. It would be more than I could bare, to go into thorough maths research on this, but I am in wonder at the pattern of spirals that nature brilliantly arranges the Seeds, curving one way and the other to prevent overcrowding. The patterns occur many times in nature, like on pineapples, pine cones and the florets of broccoli and cauliflower. The Fibonacci Series was named after a 13th century Italian, Leonardo of Pisa, who’s nickname was Fibonacci. I believe it all started  because he happened to pose a question about breeding rabbits, but that would take me down a path I would rather not go. Suffice to say, the sequence, which is formed by adding the previous two numbers together to give the next, crops up time and again in the ‘structures’ of the natural world. The series can be revealed in the Sunflower head by forming geometric shapes, which conform to the ratio of the series, over the spirals that can be seen in the seeds. There are even  cases where some plants branch out with each progressive growing points matching the Fibonacci series. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-2698047774912179149?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 345'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/2698047774912179149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/12/365-day-345.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/2698047774912179149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/2698047774912179149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/12/365-day-345.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 345'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IG5fO5M04qQ/TuXJkPb0IzI/AAAAAAAACLk/Cwhk3JQLCD4/s72-c/DSC_0027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-8592965670996327723</id><published>2011-12-11T10:34:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-11T10:55:09.316Z</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 344</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-08eLWo06Uk4/TuSL-W7queI/AAAAAAAACLQ/QYgmIVsW6rw/s1600/cat365.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-08eLWo06Uk4/TuSL-W7queI/AAAAAAAACLQ/QYgmIVsW6rw/s320/cat365.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684822533072402914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qY5XrZIscwA/TuSL97fOU0I/AAAAAAAACLA/59uLOi3a5Js/s1600/DSC_0029.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qY5XrZIscwA/TuSL97fOU0I/AAAAAAAACLA/59uLOi3a5Js/s320/DSC_0029.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684822525705343810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 344&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;There are two new Cats at the farm and both had tended to stay in the vicinity of their house, so I had only seen them from a distance. That is until one day when I opened my studio door to go for lunch and frightened off a startled Cat who had been snooping around my door.  It had obviously decided that the area just across the yard was worth a closer look only for both of us to get a shock. I decided that as I had sculpted a dog on &lt;a href="http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/05/365-day-148.html"&gt;day 148&lt;/a&gt; it seemed only right to now sculpt a Cat. I have always liked Cats, particularly since a stray kitten turned up at our home when I was a child and decided to stay, encouraged by our offerings of milk.  This has only become a little tempered as an adult because there were so many of them living near our previous house and they all seemed to spend time in our garden. As a result, you feel complicit in the arranging of a feeding trap  for birds and luring them to the Cat’s reach. There is also that I have become allergic to them as I have got older. Sarina isn’t particularly affectionate to Cats, always declaring she is a ‘dog person’, as if you have to be one or the other and so the chances of us having one ourselves seems remote. Cats though, are currently the most popular pet in the world and  have been associated with humans for at least 9,500 years. Having wondered how closely related domestic Cats are to tigers, lions and panthers, I found one article mapping out their whole family tree. It seems they are quite distant relatives, all members of the felidae family, though split apart way down the line. Going right back, over 50 million years, Miacids lived, appearing a little like the pine marten I sculpted on &lt;a href="http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/08/365-day-234.html"&gt;day 234&lt;/a&gt;, and these creatures are considered to be the first of the carnivores. It is said that the carnivorous mammals of today evolved from this creature, splitting into cat and dog like forms. So from that, lions and tigers split off on the panthera family branch while the rest of the felidae family continued on a more complex development. It seemed to me, looking at the tree, that cheetahs and cougars are closer to our Cats, but that their closest relatives, are the African wild cat and European wild cat. It is actually thought that the domestic Cat developed from the African wild cat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline ; letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bioweb.uwlax.edu/bio203/s2009/aschenbr_rach/Phylogeny.htm"&gt;http://bioweb.uwlax.edu/bio203/s2009/aschenbr_rach/Phylogeny.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-8592965670996327723?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 344'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/8592965670996327723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/12/365-day-344.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/8592965670996327723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/8592965670996327723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/12/365-day-344.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 344'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-08eLWo06Uk4/TuSL-W7queI/AAAAAAAACLQ/QYgmIVsW6rw/s72-c/cat365.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-8470960375857410524</id><published>2011-12-10T10:46:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-10T10:49:28.212Z</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 343</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qvLp2OHhpGo/TuM5LmCiUVI/AAAAAAAACK4/ADcnCM6kUwg/s1600/DSC_0004.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qvLp2OHhpGo/TuM5LmCiUVI/AAAAAAAACK4/ADcnCM6kUwg/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684450026024227154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tn0EF7ouBes/TuM5LZghTnI/AAAAAAAACKo/p9x2VXvOlTE/s1600/DSC_0005.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tn0EF7ouBes/TuM5LZghTnI/AAAAAAAACKo/p9x2VXvOlTE/s320/DSC_0005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684450022660329074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 343&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;This little sculpt was based on ‘weeds’ growing in the neglected pots on our patio. For some time I had noticed these very stark plants growing as tall thin stems with thin pointed leaves and pale blue flowers at the top. I often thought of pulling them during the very limited time I have had in the garden, but felt inclined to leave them because of their flowers. I kept an eye on them as Autumn descended and the flowers gradually became attractive little ‘capsules.’ I decided to sculpt them knowing nothing of the plant, until just a few days ago when an message I sent to the ‘Wild About Britain’ forum was conclusively answered. I am tempted to think that this message, containing just a few identity requests, might well see me to the end of the project, but you never know. This plant had even stumped one of the nature devotees on the forum, but he and I were put out of our misery when someone revealed it as Flax, Linum usitatissimum. The little capsules I had sculpted, unbeknown to me, contained seeds which make this plant, along with various other parts, very useful in the world today. Flax seeds are used to make linseed oil, which, besides being particularly useful when oil painting and in wood finishing products, is also an edible oil used as a nutritional supplement. The plant has also been used in medicines, hair gels, soap, dye, fabric and paper. It begs the question, why was it growing as weeds in our pots? I am monitoring the situation, but I think the answer is Sarina and her  dedication to feeding the entire population of the country’s birdlife from our garden!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-8470960375857410524?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 343'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/8470960375857410524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/12/365-day-343.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/8470960375857410524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/8470960375857410524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/12/365-day-343.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 343'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qvLp2OHhpGo/TuM5LmCiUVI/AAAAAAAACK4/ADcnCM6kUwg/s72-c/DSC_0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-3479131505455270811</id><published>2011-12-09T07:38:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-12-09T07:50:51.612Z</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 342</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2DbYoVTKFj4/TuG8KQYeVUI/AAAAAAAACKc/h2gGAQDgjqw/s1600/DSC_0066.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2DbYoVTKFj4/TuG8KQYeVUI/AAAAAAAACKc/h2gGAQDgjqw/s320/DSC_0066.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684031089100608834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dXkEzM6yKp0/TuG8JwfntkI/AAAAAAAACKQ/Qs17su2_l8c/s1600/DSC_0067.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dXkEzM6yKp0/TuG8JwfntkI/AAAAAAAACKQ/Qs17su2_l8c/s320/DSC_0067.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684031080540649026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 342&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;As my sculpts reached the penultimate full row on the final sculpt and as a result got even smaller, I found myself sculpting probably the biggest animal so far (with the possible exception of the Scottish highland cow or bull I sculpted on &lt;a href="http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/01/365-day-6.html"&gt;day 6&lt;/a&gt;.)  My neighbours and their friends had invited us to join them on their Sunday morning dog walk. It was a lovely sunny October morning, something we were rather getting used to lately as weather continued to put a spring in everyone’s step. So we were the only dog-less couple, but the growing sense of a dog joining our household was becoming so strong that we were now going on it’s walks, before it even arrived. We all took a short drive to a point where, earlier in the year, our bicycle ride to Penshurst had taken us. We parked the cars, and joined our bicycle route on foot where a road took us gradually up an incline with fields on either side. There was no traffic, but for cyclists, and other occasional dog walkers and joggers. Our friends had told us that their previous visit to the same area was highlighted by the sighting of a huge bull standing close to the fence as they passed the field. So I even went on this walk hoping to see the same bull with a view to sculpting it on the smallest piece of clay so far. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Sure enough, after first of all becoming acquainted with the bull’s harem of cows, who really seemed to enjoy the company of an old labrador and rather exuberant scottie dog, we finally saw the bull. He was quite a way from the fence, but certainly worthy of the reviews our friends had given him. He was a hulk of a beast who could barely carry his own bulk. After finally struggling to lift himself from the ground, a sign for all the cows to start walking down to the next field, we got to see the full extent of his body. He was huge and walked so slowly, it seemed he would soon give up and sit down again. He didn’t have this herd to himself for no reason either and we all averted our gaze a little when we saw that he was practically dragging his er, shall we say, genitals, along the ground. One of the cows held back to accompany him down the hill, which really got me wondering how this chap would ever find the strength to lift himself onto one of them. Our walk continued and we left the bull to his herd as we took in the wonderful views of Penshurst Place, just a little further up the hill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-3479131505455270811?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 342'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/3479131505455270811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/12/365-day-342.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/3479131505455270811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/3479131505455270811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/12/365-day-342.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 342'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2DbYoVTKFj4/TuG8KQYeVUI/AAAAAAAACKc/h2gGAQDgjqw/s72-c/DSC_0066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-873382641090552517</id><published>2011-12-08T08:10:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-08T08:24:42.304Z</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 341</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HADvETK0ixU/TuB0QOVv5NI/AAAAAAAACKE/ycx4qHMoz5I/s1600/DSC_0063.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HADvETK0ixU/TuB0QOVv5NI/AAAAAAAACKE/ycx4qHMoz5I/s320/DSC_0063.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683670551817610450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-scA-9TfMecw/TuB0P-QDgeI/AAAAAAAACJ4/NqyEK2n9y9M/s1600/DSC_0062.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-scA-9TfMecw/TuB0P-QDgeI/AAAAAAAACJ4/NqyEK2n9y9M/s320/DSC_0062.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683670547498762722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 341&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I would love to say it was down to a midnight vigil, but sadly, this sculpt was based on a Barn Owl I happened to notice lying dead by the side of a Dorset country road as we made our way home. I had mentioned to Sarina  a number of times, how I wanted to see an Owl for my project, but it seemed unlikely and telling Sarina didn’t seem to improve the likelihood. So despite this one being a dead owl, or late owl, deceased owl or passed owl, I wasn’t about to be choosy and carry on waiting for a sighting that might never happen. I have seen them flying at night on a few rare occasions while driving in the countryside, where my headlights have illuminated their whiteness against the night sky.  I have observed them close up too, at country shows and fetes where they are often on show along with other rescued birds. I even saw one in a falconry exhibition, doing everything it could to avoid obeying instructions from its owner trainer.  This year though, nothing! The Barn  Owl is such a stunning, distinctive and much-loved creature, but what surprised me is that it is the most widely distributed species of owl and one of the most widespread of birds. I know it is very naive, but I think I had it in my mind that this was a bird of the British Countryside alone, but how wrong could I be. There are indeed over 30 subspecies, and the ones that live further north in Europe have a darker colouring, but this is indeed a worldwide bird! I also didn’t know that they don’t hoot “like owls should”, but they have a long eerie screech. They can find prey, like rodents, young rabbits and even frogs and small birds by sound alone as their hearing is so exceptional. I read one quote that suggested ‘that a Barn Owl can actually hear a mouse’s heartbeat in a 30ft sq room.’ In Britain over the last 30 years or so, their population has fallen significantly, but numbers now seem to have stabilised. This was mainly due to loss of habitat as a result of changing farming practices and the loss of hedgerows where they  find prey, but I also noticed another hazard for them is collisions with road traffic which claims many of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-873382641090552517?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 341'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/873382641090552517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/12/365-day-341.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/873382641090552517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/873382641090552517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/12/365-day-341.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 341'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HADvETK0ixU/TuB0QOVv5NI/AAAAAAAACKE/ycx4qHMoz5I/s72-c/DSC_0063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-4415057775043179528</id><published>2011-12-07T08:12:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-12-07T08:20:34.292Z</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 340</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uqI-6k6Liwg/Tt8hE_BC8LI/AAAAAAAACJs/FNEmhyjS784/s1600/DSC_0061.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uqI-6k6Liwg/Tt8hE_BC8LI/AAAAAAAACJs/FNEmhyjS784/s320/DSC_0061.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683297624283869362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CC7qs_BC-F4/Tt8hEXQfcqI/AAAAAAAACJg/UOVcamKLxtc/s1600/DSC_0058.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CC7qs_BC-F4/Tt8hEXQfcqI/AAAAAAAACJg/UOVcamKLxtc/s320/DSC_0058.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683297613611233954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 340&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I was eager to do a closeup of a leaf I had photographed while in the Abbotsbury Swannery as it had such a great texture. In the end I probably over complicated it by having two leaves in same tiny clay shape instead of just concentrating on the texture of one leaf. The leaf was divided by its veins into little spiky  islands or pointed pimples which made it one of the most textured leaves I had seen. Its identity was a surprise and provided by the Wild About Britain site. They were the leaves of Teasel, a plant I had sculpted  only &lt;a href="http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/10/365-day-288.html"&gt;52 days&lt;/a&gt; ago and obviously not taken any notice of its leaves. It would seem this artist has much work to do before considering himself  a naturalist!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-4415057775043179528?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 340'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/4415057775043179528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/12/365-day-340.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/4415057775043179528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/4415057775043179528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/12/365-day-340.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 340'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uqI-6k6Liwg/Tt8hE_BC8LI/AAAAAAAACJs/FNEmhyjS784/s72-c/DSC_0061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-4167242815537324534</id><published>2011-12-06T09:24:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-06T09:27:21.006Z</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 339</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mh0NV8GmH-w/Tt3f1MDKUkI/AAAAAAAACJU/kwcTzb-CMpY/s1600/DSC_0056.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mh0NV8GmH-w/Tt3f1MDKUkI/AAAAAAAACJU/kwcTzb-CMpY/s320/DSC_0056.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682944409671979586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qj6HObs85Xc/Tt3f0hQnyDI/AAAAAAAACJI/-1HOeMBKj2I/s1600/DSC_0057.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qj6HObs85Xc/Tt3f0hQnyDI/AAAAAAAACJI/-1HOeMBKj2I/s320/DSC_0057.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682944398185711666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 339&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;It was our last day in Lyme Regis and the Jurassic coast. Sarina kindly kept my mom company while I took my beach exploring to an area well known to fossil hunters. Continuing from where I had enjoyed the rock pools I walked over wooden groynes which split the beach into sections and each one seemed to create a more difficult route back, as the sea reached areas enough to make paths awkward.   I knew I was near to my destination when I saw and heard people chipping away at pebbles and stones with hammers and chisels. I wandered around an area called Church Cliffs and the oldest rocks in Lyme Regis known as the Blue Lias Formation which date from around 199 million years ago. This was the place where Mary Anning (1799- 1847) lived and became known as an important fossil collector, whose work contributed so much into scientific thinking about prehistoric life. Among her findings, she discovered the first ichithyosaur skeleton, when she was 12 years old  and was the first ever to find a plesiosaur skeleton, only she found 2 of them. Fascinated like many little boys are in dinosaurs, I can remember reading the section, many times, in my ‘Blue Peter’ book (from the UK children’s TV programme) about Mary Anning and seeing photos of the prehistoric bones she had discovered on the beach. Well it had taken me about 40 years to get to the place depicted in the photos, but sadly I was unequipped to follow in her footsteps. Sarina, a little frustrated at not being with me, insisted I don’t find any fossils in her absence, which did encourage me a little to do the opposite, but I knew, as I surveyed the enthusiasts around me, that I had little hope. After walking a little more and turning over a few stones in my path, even dropping a few to the ground in the hope of breaking open a fossilised dinosaur egg, I decided it was time to go back. I thought to myself how good it would be to go back with a fossil to show Sarina, and with one last look at the ground I saw at my feet a grey pebble  with the clear shapes of an Ammonite on the surface. I couldn’t believe my luck, and quickly picked it up to view what seemed like a fossil formed in pyrite, or ‘fool’s gold’ in the middle of the main grey stone. Ammonites, from the Greek Ram-horned God called  Ammon, because the fossilised shells were reminiscent of a rams coiled horns, are probably the most widely known fossil. They are from the shells of creatures which lived in the seas between 240- 65 million years ago, are included in the group known as cephalopods, which includes squid, cuttlefish and octopus, but became extinct along with the dinosaurs. I walked back, energised by my finding, knowing that not only could I show Sarina, but that I could sculpt an Ammonite for my project. Sarina was very pleased that I had found it too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-4167242815537324534?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 339'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/4167242815537324534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/12/365-day-339.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/4167242815537324534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/4167242815537324534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/12/365-day-339.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 339'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mh0NV8GmH-w/Tt3f1MDKUkI/AAAAAAAACJU/kwcTzb-CMpY/s72-c/DSC_0056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-2934153671163659005</id><published>2011-12-05T09:01:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-05T09:05:27.973Z</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 338</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a6vaxwfyQao/TtyJBwj7nXI/AAAAAAAACI4/s-3MVJcMbIc/s1600/DSC_0054.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a6vaxwfyQao/TtyJBwj7nXI/AAAAAAAACI4/s-3MVJcMbIc/s320/DSC_0054.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682567493143207282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OqFgPFRXQw/TtyJBpoooRI/AAAAAAAACIw/VFHJztYNQgg/s1600/DSC_0055.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OqFgPFRXQw/TtyJBpoooRI/AAAAAAAACIw/VFHJztYNQgg/s320/DSC_0055.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682567491283886354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 338&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;My mom took another walk with Sarina and I along Lyme Regis beach, prior to walking the full length of the famous Cobb. This is a  long, wide sloping wall jutting out of the sea shaping the harbour there. It was made famous for its appearance in the ‘French Lieutenants’s Woman’, with scenes of waves crashing against it as Meryl Streep stands mysteriously at the end in a cloak. Well the sea wasn’t crashing for our walk and my mom managed to make it almost to the end, with Sarina distracting her with conversation. Before reaching the Cobb I had taken photographs of some small rocks lying on the beach, next to the sea. They were too good to miss as their surface was made up entirely of holes and the webbed forms in between them. Shortly after looking out to sea, ‘Meryl style’ Sarina and I escorted my mom down some precarious steps at the side of the wall. It was there I noticed that many of the brick and stones which lined the beach at that point had the very same holes as the rocks I had seen earlier. I spoke knowingly of how the sea would have eroded the holes into them, but was really unsure. I thought I should do some in-depth research  before writing on here, so I Googled ‘holes in rocks on Lyme Regis beach’, only to see the top result as ‘Jessica’s Nature Blog’. So to my rescue Jessica unknowingly went for the second time in the space of 2 days. At least her writings and images suggested the most likely reason for the many holes and one that I found very surprising.  On her page, &lt;a href="http://natureinfocus.wordpress.com/tag/pebbles-with-holes/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline ; letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;http://natureinfocus.wordpress.com/tag/pebbles-with-holes/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jessica describes how the holes are often caused by ‘burrowing marine mammals’, which as far as I am concerned, takes woodworm in our floorboards to a whole new level!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-2934153671163659005?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 338'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/2934153671163659005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/12/365-day-338.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/2934153671163659005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/2934153671163659005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/12/365-day-338.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 338'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a6vaxwfyQao/TtyJBwj7nXI/AAAAAAAACI4/s-3MVJcMbIc/s72-c/DSC_0054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-2440866251749234502</id><published>2011-12-04T11:02:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-04T11:36:02.771Z</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 337</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5jKndcrastI/TttbBpiOanI/AAAAAAAACIk/PZJ2wE_MmS0/s1600/DSC_0053.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5jKndcrastI/TttbBpiOanI/AAAAAAAACIk/PZJ2wE_MmS0/s320/DSC_0053.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682235438745414258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l9PG8vK5SB0/TttbBX4rs0I/AAAAAAAACIY/kecBMnocWXM/s1600/DSC_0052.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l9PG8vK5SB0/TttbBX4rs0I/AAAAAAAACIY/kecBMnocWXM/s320/DSC_0052.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682235434007769922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 337&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text';  min-height: 22.0pxcolor:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;This sculpt is based on a close-up of the ‘pods’, on a tangled mass of dried up Seaweed lying on the pebbles of Lyme Regis beach. It looked different to the other seaweeds lying around it, because of the elongated ‘pods’ with ribbing along them. Even as I began writing this, I had no idea what the Seaweed was. It was the only quandary from the large selection of images I had put up on the Wild About Britain site. A nature disagreement was created on the forum whereby one person declared &lt;i&gt;‘fucus’&lt;/i&gt; and thankfully  they weren’t telling me what to do with my Seaweed. Another person responded&lt;i&gt; “I wonder if the seaweed is Sea Oak Halidrys siliquosa? The pod-like bladders don't match anything I can recall on the most common Fucus species. Sea Oak does have bladders with septa, which perhaps could end up looking like this on prolonged drying out.”&lt;/i&gt;  I was all but ready to go with Sea Oak, especially having had a message without any clue at all as to the identity. My doubt returned though, following another message suggesting the Seaweed was not from these parts. &lt;i&gt;“The seaweed is obviously dessicated and dead, so it's always possible that it  has washed-up from distant shore”. &lt;/i&gt;That said, moments ago prior to writing here, I did look up Sea Oak Halidrys Siliquosa to see if anything familiar came up. While I can’t be 100% sure,  the images I saw on ‘Jessica’s Nature Blog’ which I fortuitously found on Google, looked very reminiscent of my Seaweed, albeit mine was dried up by the Dorset sunshine. I will leave it to Jessica to describe as she seems to know much more about such things than I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline ; letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://natureinfocus.wordpress.com/2011/03/15/sea-oak-seaweed-at-studland/"&gt;http://natureinfocus.wordpress.com/2011/03/15/sea-oak-seaweed-at-studland/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-2440866251749234502?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 337'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/2440866251749234502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/12/365-day-337.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/2440866251749234502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/2440866251749234502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/12/365-day-337.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 337'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5jKndcrastI/TttbBpiOanI/AAAAAAAACIk/PZJ2wE_MmS0/s72-c/DSC_0053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-3852788314087720010</id><published>2011-12-03T08:58:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-03T09:04:01.318Z</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 336</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M6IOXSRQ9pM/Ttnl6JWXoEI/AAAAAAAACIM/gHZgxjp2-dQ/s1600/DSC_0050.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M6IOXSRQ9pM/Ttnl6JWXoEI/AAAAAAAACIM/gHZgxjp2-dQ/s320/DSC_0050.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681825192009506882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G-eiiJuDc6I/Ttnl53X2wnI/AAAAAAAACIA/dGdtxIKocUI/s1600/DSC_0051.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G-eiiJuDc6I/Ttnl53X2wnI/AAAAAAAACIA/dGdtxIKocUI/s320/DSC_0051.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681825187183903346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 336 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;What with winkles and limpets, I was in my element and ‘365’ suddenly seemed much less of a mountain to climb than it had before we went to Lyme Regis. I continued to explore the beach, lifting rocks in pools in the hope of discovering more nature with sculpting potential. I was delighted to find, despite not necessarily being the ideal subject for a sculpture, some beautiful brown-red Sea Anemones. For some reason, I hadn’t expected to see such things on a beach in good old Blighty, oh me of little faith and a complete lack of nature observation prior to my project. I decided to go with my own research on this one and hope that I identified  them correctly as Beadlet Anemone’s. They seem to correspond with what I saw, not least their appearance and the fact that they are the most common around the coasts of Britain. It’s been a curious reoccurrence on my project, that I get a feeling of complete satisfaction, having seen something I wasn’t expecting, or simply a little different from what was generally on offer in my usual environment. It’s as if the find was going to feed me for a week, or indeed provide endless days of sculpting inspiration. As it is though, each find, generally served me for one or possibly two days of the project, no matter how exciting my find was. I remember feeling this satisfaction as I watched the sea swaying the tentacles of the Anemone as it washed in and out. Yet the result of my find amounted to one sculpt little more than an inch square. The Beadlet Anemone has 192 stinging tentacles which emerge in circles around a mouth. Despite me having scuba dived in beautiful places like the Maldives, I have to put my hand up here, despite opening myself up for derision and admit I thought Sea Anemones were plants. In fact, they are aquatic predatory animals, or Polyps which tend to remain inactive, but for extending their poisonous tentacles to catch their prey of small fish and shrimps. But everyone knew that anyway, except me! When they are disturbed or just exposed on rocks  to the air at low tide, the tentacles withdraw and they appear as red blobs of jelly.  I also remember that Sea Anemone’s get their name from the plant Anemone’s, having discovered it 62 days ago when I sculpted from that very plant on &lt;a href="http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/10/365-day-274.html"&gt;day 274. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-3852788314087720010?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 336'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/3852788314087720010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/12/365-day-336.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/3852788314087720010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/3852788314087720010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/12/365-day-336.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 336'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M6IOXSRQ9pM/Ttnl6JWXoEI/AAAAAAAACIM/gHZgxjp2-dQ/s72-c/DSC_0050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-9131901406795040722</id><published>2011-12-02T08:15:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-12-02T08:25:16.407Z</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 335</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IWm6yyjZGFQ/TtiKzZSdeYI/AAAAAAAACH0/bDutLH_R574/s1600/DSC_0049.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IWm6yyjZGFQ/TtiKzZSdeYI/AAAAAAAACH0/bDutLH_R574/s320/DSC_0049.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681443545494157698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VWnam7ahG4s/TtiKzNOr9oI/AAAAAAAACHo/AhWqraW89Ik/s1600/DSC_0048.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VWnam7ahG4s/TtiKzNOr9oI/AAAAAAAACHo/AhWqraW89Ik/s320/DSC_0048.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681443542257104514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 335&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text';  min-height: 22.0pxcolor:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I had really hoped to find Limpet shells for my project and had started to think it wouldn’t happen until we decided on this rather late excursion to the seaside. They weren’t in the kind of numbers that the winkles were, but the many little groups gave me coned textures to work on. They were even competing for space with lots of barnacles, which I decided to use as a background for the sculpt. A barnacle is an invertebrate which attaches itself permanently by growing  its shells directly onto the rock surface. Limpets, however, like the winkles, are able to move over the rocks, feeding in the same way with their rough tongue on algae, before returning to the same position. They have a muscular foot which holds them tightly to the rock along with the secretion of a chemical, especially at low tide when they clamp down to keep water inside and stop them drying out. They actually create ‘scars’ on the rock surface because as they clamp down, they rotate the shell, grinding it into the rock. This gradually creates a better, tighter fit and an even better seal for keeping in the moisture. Limpets are considered very important for keeping algae levels under control, so much so that if they are killed by oil pollution, the weed growth becomes extensive for a number of years until they can return to their previous numbers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-9131901406795040722?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 335'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/9131901406795040722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/12/365-day-335.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/9131901406795040722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/9131901406795040722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/12/365-day-335.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 335'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IWm6yyjZGFQ/TtiKzZSdeYI/AAAAAAAACH0/bDutLH_R574/s72-c/DSC_0049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-551025253294875417</id><published>2011-12-01T07:21:00.006Z</published><updated>2011-12-01T08:00:52.469Z</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 334</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QvU-fN_hA6E/TtcwcYPwq1I/AAAAAAAACHg/7fJuIhZFKrE/s1600/DSC_0046.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QvU-fN_hA6E/TtcwcYPwq1I/AAAAAAAACHg/7fJuIhZFKrE/s320/DSC_0046.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681062719054195538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rZUK-1sIiyE/TtcucbTLiJI/AAAAAAAACHE/k6qFEc2739c/s1600/DSC_0047.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rZUK-1sIiyE/TtcucbTLiJI/AAAAAAAACHE/k6qFEc2739c/s320/DSC_0047.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681060520850589842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 334 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;What could a ‘young’ chap like me want more than to be exploring the rock pools at the seaside.  No sooner than I had seen the wet flat sands than I was balancing on rocks, as the sea made its last inroads into the gaps, before gradually retreating. I can’t remember seeing so many shells clinging to rocks. Whole stones sat in shallow pools completely covered in these spiral forms, all clustered together to create an entirely new texture to the stone. They filled craggy gaps in between huge rocks and lay drying in the sun on top of boulders while others were intermittently covered in water as the sea lapped against the bottom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Winkles I say! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Winkles, or Periwinkles are a small snail like shellfish, which graze on primarily algae, but also small invertebrates. They had grey-brown shells with darker stripes spiralling around them up to pointed tips. Each one was about one inch from base to tip and all fixed tightly onto the rocks. Apparently they do this by excreting a sticky mucous which hardens and glues them firmly to the surface, eeugh! They use a rasp like tongue of tiny teeth, called the radula, to enable them to scrape food particles off the surface and draw them into their mouths. The shell grows with their bodies, providing protection for their cream coloured fleshy foot which divides into a right and left half, a short tail and two antennae on the head. While I wasn’t about to take them home for lunch, I am pretty sure that these were Common Periwinkles which are edible and in fact high in protein and low in fat. They are considered a delicacy in African and Asian cuisine, but also eaten in Britain and Ireland, especially at the seaside. Over 2,000 tonnes of Winkles are exported from Scotland annually, a business I could certainly have considered at the time with the numbers of them around me. I prefer however, the thought of them creating this new texture to the landscape, clinging to rocks in low and high tide. I did wonder if the name for Winklepicker shoes, worn in Britain in the 1950’s by rock and roll fans, was connected to the Periwinkle in anyway beyond its name. Basically, they are known for their sharp, long pointed toe and it was given as a humorous name after the way a pointed object is used to extract the flesh from the Winkle shells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Geneva;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p color="#56533c" style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px 'Trebuchet MS';  min-height: 15.0pxcolor:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-551025253294875417?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 334'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/551025253294875417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/12/365-day-334.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/551025253294875417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/551025253294875417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/12/365-day-334.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 334'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QvU-fN_hA6E/TtcwcYPwq1I/AAAAAAAACHg/7fJuIhZFKrE/s72-c/DSC_0046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-2375012858283226993</id><published>2011-11-30T08:04:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-11-30T08:25:45.666Z</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 333</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZhGsQWYT2jI/TtXofLBLWaI/AAAAAAAACGg/K12VdXM5v5Y/s1600/DSC_0044.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZhGsQWYT2jI/TtXofLBLWaI/AAAAAAAACGg/K12VdXM5v5Y/s320/DSC_0044.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680702127229065634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MfabLwdt2ck/TtXoeg5AxRI/AAAAAAAACGU/eSgFnieoQEA/s1600/DSC_0045.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MfabLwdt2ck/TtXoeg5AxRI/AAAAAAAACGU/eSgFnieoQEA/s320/DSC_0045.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680702115920528658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text';  min-height: 22.0pxcolor:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Just as we were to leave the Abbotsbury Swannery, and in fact catch the tractor back to our car, I noticed a bed consisting mainly of herbs all tagged with identification. I was drawn to one in particular and that was Camomile (or Chamomile.) It’s another member of the daisy family with flowers of white and yellow, but the subtle differences in petal shapes persuaded me to sculpt it. I had begun to wonder if I would actually see any Camomile at all throughout the project, having come across so many other members of that family. I wasn’t even sure it was indigenous to England or not, but now understand it is, along with Western Europe. As a drinker of herbal teas and someone who has, on occasion, been known to get stressed, Camomile is really suited to me, but I don't think I have tried it more than a couple of times, after experiencing nothing more than hot water. My taste buds are a little improved since then, so it might be worth trying again, especially as I read that it makes ‘excellent’ herbal tea. What have I been missing? That said, it is  also said to aid sleep, which is the last thing I need. The name is derived from the Greek Chamomaela which means Earth Apple because of its aroma and is said to have been use&lt;/span&gt;d as a remedy for stress and restlessness since the time of ancient Egypt. They worshipped it, even dedicating it to their sun God Ra, because of its central ‘golden’ disc. They saw it as cure for chills and fevers too, thus introducing the world to a plant with so many claimed uses that are still maintained today. Not that they would have known then to use it in cosmetics, as it is now in hair colour, sunscreen and mouthwash. Some of its other uses range from treating depression, stress, settling nervous indigestion and relieving headaches to commercially flavouring alcoholic beverages like vermouth, confectionary, cakes, ice cream, bread and chewing gum. All that and I can’t even taste the stuff!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-2375012858283226993?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 333'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/2375012858283226993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/11/365-day-333.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/2375012858283226993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/2375012858283226993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/11/365-day-333.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 333'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZhGsQWYT2jI/TtXofLBLWaI/AAAAAAAACGg/K12VdXM5v5Y/s72-c/DSC_0044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-7160739037861676912</id><published>2011-11-29T08:45:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-11-29T08:53:16.112Z</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 332</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_4kgjygBgD0/TtSdZTEwiGI/AAAAAAAACGE/pgcVWPdoGcA/s1600/DSC_0041.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_4kgjygBgD0/TtSdZTEwiGI/AAAAAAAACGE/pgcVWPdoGcA/s320/DSC_0041.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680338087963560034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qVuY0bXqwjg/TtSdZKycqOI/AAAAAAAACF8/zdgNxvFnpiU/s1600/DSC_0043.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qVuY0bXqwjg/TtSdZKycqOI/AAAAAAAACF8/zdgNxvFnpiU/s320/DSC_0043.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680338085739276514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 332&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;We arrived at the Abbotsbury Swannery in beautiful warm September sunshine and from the ticket office and shop we walked to the main site about a quarter of a mile away. We brushed aside thoughts of taking the tractor transport and my mom continued what must have been the most physical day she had had in some years. We had also been so lucky with the weather during this time and people continued to describe the period as an Indian Summer. The weather made our visit all the more vivid as awaiting us beyond a neatly laid path and canopy of trees was the largest number of Swans I had ever seen together. We arrived just as feeding time commenced  which meant hundreds of Mute Swans jostled en masse around a man with a wheelbarrow and buckets full of food pellets. It was a waddling frenzy of feathered wings and long necks all as white as titanium pigment. The Abbotsbury Swannery is said to be the only place in the world where you can walk right through the middle of a colony of nesting Mute Swans. There are up to 1000 Swans at the site and 150 nests and while it is now a tourist attraction, they are all free flying and not kept in cages. It was actually established by the Benedictine Monks who built a monastery at Abbotsbury in the 1040’s. At the time the monks farmed the Swans for their lavish Dorset banquets. During the dissolution, when between 1536 and 1541 King Henry V111 disbanded all monasteries, priories, convents and friaries in England, Wales and Ireland, their monastery was destroyed. At that point the Ilchester Estates took over the stewardship of the Swannery and have managed it ever since. This year saw the second earliest date ever recorded since the Swannery began, 600 years ago, for the first cygnets to hatch. The monks believed that the first cygnet signalled the first day of summer, usually in the second or third week in May. The early arrivals this year are said to be due to the high temperature we had in March, thus encouraging the Swans to nest early.  No doubt there will be other anomalies in nature’s patterns after the higher temperatures we have experienced throughout October 2011. As far as my sculpt goes today, I am now dealing with the smallest clay segments than at any point during the project, so a Swan’s head seemed appropriate and even though I had already sculpted a Swan on &lt;a href="http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/11/365-day-309.html"&gt;day 309&lt;/a&gt;, this special day had to be marked in this way.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-7160739037861676912?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 332'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/7160739037861676912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/11/365-day-332.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/7160739037861676912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/7160739037861676912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/11/365-day-332.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 332'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_4kgjygBgD0/TtSdZTEwiGI/AAAAAAAACGE/pgcVWPdoGcA/s72-c/DSC_0041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-6224146429123384409</id><published>2011-11-28T08:01:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-11-28T08:18:21.889Z</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 331</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wNBIyKBqNKQ/TtNDiHVFvGI/AAAAAAAACFs/-qTMGdQVbX4/s1600/DSC_0039.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wNBIyKBqNKQ/TtNDiHVFvGI/AAAAAAAACFs/-qTMGdQVbX4/s320/DSC_0039.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679957808406445154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VzbX4WdxxbQ/TtNDh5RqOxI/AAAAAAAACFk/lKEU_ydz4uY/s1600/DSC_0040.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VzbX4WdxxbQ/TtNDh5RqOxI/AAAAAAAACFk/lKEU_ydz4uY/s320/DSC_0040.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679957804633963282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 331&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text';  min-height: 22.0pxcolor:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Following my reading about the plant whose flowers inspired this sculpt, I came to the conclusion that I had been lucky to see it at all. The plant was part of the long list that I sent to the Wild About Britain  forum, expecting few answers for the ones I saw in the Subtropical garden. Me of little faith, as they soon came back to me, almost instantly, with the name Salvia. A few searches gave me a match to Salvia Pratensis or Meadow Clary. I was first drawn to a website regarding the noxious weeds of Washington State. They simply weren’t happy with this European invader and described it as an A class noxious weed. A little strong I thought for a plant whose beautiful, curled trumpet flowers of violet blue are so attractive to bees and butterflies. What a difference to another British site http://www.plantlife.org.uk about the Plant Life, which I discovered a little late in my project, but had an article about the return of a rare wildflower to Gloucestershire from the brink of extinction. It described how the ‘&lt;i&gt;rare and gorgeous&lt;/i&gt;’ Meadow Clary had &lt;/span&gt;declined by about 90% in the county. Another site went into details of the sites in Britain where it could still be found and described how in some areas it was already extinct in the wild, including Dorset, where I saw it, albeit in a garden. Apparently the plant was rare as early as the 19th century, but the article pondered on the possible total loss in areas being down to ‘&lt;i&gt;agricultural intensification.’ &lt;/i&gt;I am tempted to say that I know where they all are, over in Washington State causing havoc! But I won’t as that would very silly. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text';  min-height: 22.0pxcolor:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c; min-height: 22.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-6224146429123384409?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 331'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/6224146429123384409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/11/365-day-331.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/6224146429123384409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/6224146429123384409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/11/365-day-331.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 331'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wNBIyKBqNKQ/TtNDiHVFvGI/AAAAAAAACFs/-qTMGdQVbX4/s72-c/DSC_0039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-4676613304389309861</id><published>2011-11-27T09:26:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-11-27T09:36:37.194Z</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 330</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7MWtzVBNILE/TtIEQaf4UII/AAAAAAAACFc/XScvBvbmxlE/s1600/DSC_0037.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7MWtzVBNILE/TtIEQaf4UII/AAAAAAAACFc/XScvBvbmxlE/s320/DSC_0037.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679606760105070722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8eDxUmTLt6Y/TtIEQW9A3MI/AAAAAAAACFM/Rz1paMvjT8s/s1600/DSC_0038.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8eDxUmTLt6Y/TtIEQW9A3MI/AAAAAAAACFM/Rz1paMvjT8s/s320/DSC_0038.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679606759153523906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 330&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;The part of coastline, which we were spending our weekend away in, is named the Jurassic Coast because it is made up entirely of rocks formed during the Jurassic period, around 190 million years ago. We were  walking in the Abbotsbury Subtropical Gardens and it seemed appropriate that a lake there, which was suitably darkened by the cover of trees, had Chilean Giant Rhubarb or Gunnera Tinctoria plants growing all around it. It is the same plant on which I based the leaves sculpt on &lt;a href="http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/09/365-day-267.html"&gt;day 267&lt;/a&gt;. They are often referred to as dinosaur food because of their size, though being native to South America, any English dinosaurs were perhaps, unlikely to have found the stuff. I think the geography of the country was somewhat different then too and no doubt  the coast would have been under water and the rest of the land attached to Europe. The sculpt was based on an amazing stem or spike of about 1 m long which had  individual cones of orange-brown fruits which hitherto were green flowers. I decided to zoom in on the photograph I had taken in order to sculpt a kind of abstract version of it with the tiny little ball fruits, which had provided &lt;/span&gt;the colour along the cones. A curious looking sculpt I know, which has me thinking of octopus's tentacles, in the way I have done them, but a nice texture for the final piece.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-4676613304389309861?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/index.htm' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 330'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/4676613304389309861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/11/365-day-330.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/4676613304389309861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/4676613304389309861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/11/365-day-330.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 330'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7MWtzVBNILE/TtIEQaf4UII/AAAAAAAACFc/XScvBvbmxlE/s72-c/DSC_0037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-882715339672234189</id><published>2011-11-26T09:41:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-11-26T09:49:00.507Z</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 329</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LW-Uobh1nuE/TtC1mnRxzQI/AAAAAAAACFA/wo27Q2ug5EY/s1600/DSC_0035.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LW-Uobh1nuE/TtC1mnRxzQI/AAAAAAAACFA/wo27Q2ug5EY/s320/DSC_0035.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679238805097401602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hZ9r56u925A/TtC1mUJ7VnI/AAAAAAAACE0/ToqwHzPVzbw/s1600/DSC_0036.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hZ9r56u925A/TtC1mUJ7VnI/AAAAAAAACE0/ToqwHzPVzbw/s320/DSC_0036.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679238799964198514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 329&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;This sculpt is based on one of the more unusual plants we viewed in the Abbotsbury Subtropical Gardens. It was identified by the good people who frequent the Wild About Britain site as Phytolacca Acinosa, or variations of Indian Pokeweed, Himalayan Pokeberry or Indian Poke. We were both intrigued by the plant, which had upright cylindrical clusters of fruits we had never seen before. They were the colour of blackberries and as juicy in appearance, but the individual berries were arranged around an axis point to create wheels of berries. They grew on stems, growing from clumps of  large spear shaped leaves which formed a plant standing about a 1.5 m tall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt; Phytolacca Acinosa is a member of a genus which includes plants in North and South America as well as New Zealand,  but this particular variety is native to China and southeastern Asia. Along with its relatives, the plant is considered toxic, but there seems many instances where it is used as food. I read that the Chinese distinguish between a white root and flowers version and a reddish root and flowers version. The white one is said to be edible while the red one is considered dangerously toxic and  hallucinogenic. I even read that Shamens used to have two forms of medicine, one red and one white.  ‘&lt;i&gt;The white kind is used in the healing arts. The red kind can be used to conjure spirits; it is very toxic. Otherwise, it can be used only externally for inflammations’&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;This ‘Indian Pokeweed’ is often confused with Phytolacca Americana which, may not have the same hallucinogenic qualities, but despite its toxicity, has for many decades been a southern US staple in the form of Poke Salad. It involves boiling the leaves three times to remove the toxins, something that authorities and doctors are sceptical about and therefore warn against the plant. Elvis Presley even covered a song about life in the south by Tony Joe White relating to the plant called ‘Poke Salad Annie’. Indeed I only have to imagine my dear sister-in-law in Georgia, sitting in her rocking chair outside the front of her home, casually eating her plate of toxic Poke salad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-882715339672234189?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/index.htm' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 329'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/882715339672234189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/11/365-day-329.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/882715339672234189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/882715339672234189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/11/365-day-329.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 329'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LW-Uobh1nuE/TtC1mnRxzQI/AAAAAAAACFA/wo27Q2ug5EY/s72-c/DSC_0035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-9012187906216468656</id><published>2011-11-25T07:41:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-11-25T07:52:07.135Z</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 328</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cxykpbbbncE/Ts9IxNR_oQI/AAAAAAAACEs/QNE2GYM1aO8/s1600/DSC_0034.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cxykpbbbncE/Ts9IxNR_oQI/AAAAAAAACEs/QNE2GYM1aO8/s320/DSC_0034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678837665353408770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u-TfkttzkMA/Ts9Iw4XVOOI/AAAAAAAACEc/x_o0QBlZL8A/s1600/DSC_0033.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u-TfkttzkMA/Ts9Iw4XVOOI/AAAAAAAACEc/x_o0QBlZL8A/s320/DSC_0033.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678837659738650850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 328&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;This sculpt is a return to the Hosta which I sculpted on &lt;a href="http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/06/365-day-167.html"&gt;day 167 &lt;/a&gt;only this time it’s based on the underside of a leaf.  It’s a strange one as there was a vast array of plant life available to me at the time, whilst Hosta’s grow outside my studio, but this leaf really caught my eye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;This sculpt marks the beginning of a weekend stay in Lyme Regis, Dorset where we decided to take my mom for a break. For us too, it had been an intensive period following the house move and all that that involved. My daily sculpting had almost become second ‘nature’ and at various times over the course of the weekend, I found myself sculpting on the edge of the B&amp;amp;B bed, being careful not to drop bits of waxy clay onto the carpets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;One of our first excursions in the area was to Abbotsbury, &lt;a href="http://www.abbotsbury.co.uk/abbotsbury-history.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline ; letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;http://www.abbotsbury.co.uk/abbotsbury-history.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; which as well as it being a village of historic interest, is chiefly known for its Swannery. We visited the village for that very reason, only to find there was another main tourist attraction nearby called the Abbotsbury Subtropical Gardens. My thoughts immediately went to plants, nature and my sculptures, as I had been really struggling for new inspiration at the time. In fact, the project was very much in my thoughts when we decided to take a trip to the seaside and the potential it had for reference. I hadn’t expected to find a 20 acre garden containing plants from all over the world, but once I had, I was intent on taking advantage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt; On the winding path which led us through the beautiful gardens, we came to a gate which opened onto a clearing in the the trees. It was a clearing covered with grass and a faint path ascending up hill until it met the sky and the grass clearing ended. It was about 150 metres up, but it looked worth enticing my mom and her weary legs to the top. She  managed it well and at the top was treated to a cliff top view of the sea and the Dorset coastline basking in sunshine. Below lay Chesil Beach, an 18 mile long spit of pebbles and Fleet Lagoon which separated the mainland from the beach. I looked down, beyond the sheep fields and where the lagoon curved into the mainland I saw a patch of pure white amidst the blue grey water. The white patch became fragmented towards its edges and there were dots of isolated white beyond and I soon realised that it was the Swannery. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text';  min-height: 22.0pxcolor:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text';  min-height: 22.0pxcolor:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-9012187906216468656?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/index.htm' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 328'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/9012187906216468656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/11/365-day-328.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/9012187906216468656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/9012187906216468656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/11/365-day-328.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 328'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cxykpbbbncE/Ts9IxNR_oQI/AAAAAAAACEs/QNE2GYM1aO8/s72-c/DSC_0034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-2185948010610171351</id><published>2011-11-24T08:12:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-11-24T08:37:14.459Z</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 327</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2-EjztHJtko/Ts39GF5rIqI/AAAAAAAACEQ/nam2QUWvYHk/s1600/DSC_0031.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2-EjztHJtko/Ts39GF5rIqI/AAAAAAAACEQ/nam2QUWvYHk/s320/DSC_0031.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678472986289185442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Af5O3WudY0/Ts39FtrVW2I/AAAAAAAACEE/L9F8IRJk_I4/s1600/DSC_0032.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Af5O3WudY0/Ts39FtrVW2I/AAAAAAAACEE/L9F8IRJk_I4/s320/DSC_0032.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678472979786586978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 327&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;My writing today is in danger of going way off subject in the same way my internet searches went. Having considered the walk we took, which inspired my sculpt on the ‘containers’ of the Horse Chestnut seed,  I found myself reading the history of a nearby Jacobean mansion. I once exhibited in the mansion, Somerhill House, (now a private school), along with some other artists, including the entertainer Rolf Harris, who bought a piece of my work, but that I really is going off subject. Around the mansion are private grounds which once formed two deer parks and beyond its boundaries are countryside walks. I say that, but as yet, we still know little of countryside around there, as our walk was rather short, due to rather pressing work required on our house. It was really an initial foray into new territory and we found ourselves trying to work out where we were allowed to walk and where not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt; I found very little for which I could base sculpts, but wanted to mark the day in someway. I had already sculpted a ‘conker’ within its ‘case’ on &lt;a href="http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/01/365-day-12.html"&gt;day 12&lt;/a&gt;, but when we came across a tree healthily laden with its matured fruits I felt I had to revisit it. I also like the idea of the final 365 piece coming full circle to some extent with the seasons. Incidentally, I learned that the game ‘conkers’ which I always used to play as a boy, probably evolved from a game called ‘conquerors’  which was originally played with snail (conch) shells. The game is played by two players, each with a conker threaded onto a piece of string  and each take turns striking the other's conker until one breaks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;I thought I would sculpt one this time with the conker removed or fallen out. The ground was covered with conkers, with open and closed spiky cases and the tree the same, with many having opened before falling to the ground.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p color="#56533c" style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p color="#56533c" style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p color="#56533c" style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Somerhill House meanwhile, has had many different estate owners through the years, but I was interested to learn some of its history, given that it’s a stone throw from our home. For instance, it was painted by Turner in 1811 and housed a Prisoner of War camp during the Second World War. Post war, under the ownership of Mr Osmond D'Avigdor Goldsmid, the house became a place for lavish entertaining, when it was likened to a hotel, but one where the guests didn’t pay. Among those guests were the poet John Betjeman, and actor David Niven. I also discovered that the daughter of the D'Avigdor Goldsmid’s was drowned in a sailing accident in Rye. Artist Marc Chagall was commissioned to design a set of of stained glass windows for the All Saints Church in Tudeley, a short way from the mansion, in her memory. I was amazed to see the wonderful church windows not long after I had moved to Tonbridge. It seemed inconceivable that the work of such a famous artist could be seen in such small church in this Kent village. And just as a foot note, in Goldsmid Hall near the church, there is another stained glass window, created for a TV programme about Chagall’s work, by Rolf Harris! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-2185948010610171351?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/index.htm' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 327'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/2185948010610171351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/11/365-day-327.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/2185948010610171351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/2185948010610171351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/11/365-day-327.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 327'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2-EjztHJtko/Ts39GF5rIqI/AAAAAAAACEQ/nam2QUWvYHk/s72-c/DSC_0031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-8598059070999966912</id><published>2011-11-23T09:18:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-23T09:24:37.122Z</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 326</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JL9OCo2PoHU/Tsy7zNjWbFI/AAAAAAAACD4/s3AvaSYpJ_0/s1600/DSC_0028.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JL9OCo2PoHU/Tsy7zNjWbFI/AAAAAAAACD4/s3AvaSYpJ_0/s320/DSC_0028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678119718693006418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l23MvfSSFZU/Tsy7yjgrAXI/AAAAAAAACDs/E51XUyH0Veo/s1600/DSC_0030.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l23MvfSSFZU/Tsy7yjgrAXI/AAAAAAAACDs/E51XUyH0Veo/s320/DSC_0030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678119707407483250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 326&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Whilst I had the name of the plant that this sculpt is based upon, Clematis Veitchiana, I could find little or no information on it. That is unless suggesting planting it in a sunny spot to enhance the scent, is of interest. To me, it had quite different flowers to those usually found on a Clematis plant, with yellow lampshade shaped petals which curled up at the ends. All I did learn was that it is a native of China, which along with Japan is where most species of Clematis derive. There are about 400 wild varieties in the native Clematis genus, which is part of the buttercup family. Most countries in the northern hemisphere and many in the southern hemisphere have species of Clematis. The sole British native is Clematis Vitalba, known as ‘Old Mans Beard’ or ‘Travellers Joy’, but one of the first to be introduced was brought in from Spain in 1569. This was Clematis Viticella, which earned the name ‘Virgin’s bower’ because it was introduced by Hugh Morgan, apothecary to Queen Elizabeth, the ‘Virgin Queen’. Large numbers of hybrids have continued to appear since the 19th century, usually developed for their large showy flowers. I love Clematis and all its extravagant flowering varieties, though the simple beauty of the yellow blooms on this RHS Wisley plant were a welcome change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-8598059070999966912?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/index.htm' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 326'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/8598059070999966912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/11/365-day-326.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/8598059070999966912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/8598059070999966912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/11/365-day-326.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 326'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JL9OCo2PoHU/Tsy7zNjWbFI/AAAAAAAACD4/s3AvaSYpJ_0/s72-c/DSC_0028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-8850329927892953164</id><published>2011-11-22T09:15:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-11-22T09:20:46.554Z</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 325</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o5M1XUyKW1w/TstpXrRbLII/AAAAAAAACDk/bsaZ5RAQuTE/s1600/DSC_0026.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o5M1XUyKW1w/TstpXrRbLII/AAAAAAAACDk/bsaZ5RAQuTE/s320/DSC_0026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677747610704358530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SUXtuksrKFU/TstpXYliuaI/AAAAAAAACDU/_tLgkwOXiMo/s1600/DSC_0027.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SUXtuksrKFU/TstpXYliuaI/AAAAAAAACDU/_tLgkwOXiMo/s320/DSC_0027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677747605688465826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 325&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Achillea Filipendulina! It is so much easier when there is a name sign next to the plant, though it would be a little strange if that were the case in the wild. This was another one from Wisley, which presented itself as bursts of rich, deep yellow, flower clusters. I decided to use the flowers as an excuse for a texture, with an encrustation of clay blobs all detailed to give the impression of these cramped, clustered blooms. Achillea Filipendulina is one of about 85 flowering plants of the Achillea genus which is named after the Greek hero, Achilles.  According to Homer’s Iliad,  Achilles soldiers used ‘Yarrow’ to treat their wounds. Yarrow is a common name for the genus, with Fern-leaf Yarrow, the name for Filipendulina. If, however, ‘Yarrow’ is so  effective at treating wounds why didn’t Achilles use it for that dodgy heel of his? Naturally, the plant does have a long list of healing potential, along with the usual ability to drive away evil spirits, but I am fast coming to the conclusion that so many of the plants I have come across are often said to do the same things, so I shall perhaps refer to them sparingly in future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-8850329927892953164?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/index.htm' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 325'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/8850329927892953164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/11/365-day-325.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/8850329927892953164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/8850329927892953164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/11/365-day-325.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 325'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o5M1XUyKW1w/TstpXrRbLII/AAAAAAAACDk/bsaZ5RAQuTE/s72-c/DSC_0026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-1142532669426131895</id><published>2011-11-21T08:27:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-11-21T08:40:44.559Z</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 324</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jYvi6qQi5gs/TsoNPeRARiI/AAAAAAAACDM/8j1Fa6alTeQ/s1600/DSC_0025.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jYvi6qQi5gs/TsoNPeRARiI/AAAAAAAACDM/8j1Fa6alTeQ/s320/DSC_0025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677364839727515170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ztjz4xVepLo/TsoNPLfTjtI/AAAAAAAACC8/UKmMEw7GGa4/s1600/DSC_0024.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ztjz4xVepLo/TsoNPLfTjtI/AAAAAAAACC8/UKmMEw7GGa4/s320/DSC_0024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677364834687225554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 324&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;This sculpt is the result of my continued walk around RHS Wisley. It was labelled Berberis ‘Georgei‘ and drew my eye because it was simply dripping with slightly elongated red berries. The origins of this particular Berberis hybrid are not known though there are over 500 varieties and because of their hardiness to the British climate, tend to be banished to to places like supermarket car parks. Perhaps they are under-loved, but certainly this one stood proudly, as a glowing, bright red advertisement for the genus. Its berries are, I learnt, a result of it being a &lt;i&gt;‘sterile hybrid’&lt;/i&gt;, which &lt;i&gt;‘compensates by producing an abundance of flowers in a vain  attempt to be pollinated’. &lt;/i&gt;Shame! The berries of one of its probable ‘parents’, Berberis vulgaris, were grown and eaten in Britain until the late 1900s. They are rich in vitamin C though a little sharp in flavour I understand. They were used as an appetiser as well as a flavouring with meat and fish. The bright yellow sap   in the inner bark and roots, was also used to dye leather and colour hair. It is a popular remedy in homeopathy, but at the same time, modern medicine has confirmed the medicinal effects of berberine contained in the rhizomes of the plant. This is said to be antibacterial if used orally, especially to aid dysentery. Berberine is also used in the treatment of cancer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c&amp;amp;feature=mfu_in_order&amp;amp;list=UL"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-1142532669426131895?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/index.htm' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 324'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/1142532669426131895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/11/365-day-324.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/1142532669426131895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/1142532669426131895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/11/365-day-324.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 324'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jYvi6qQi5gs/TsoNPeRARiI/AAAAAAAACDM/8j1Fa6alTeQ/s72-c/DSC_0025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-4312092612713566501</id><published>2011-11-20T12:08:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-11-20T12:15:00.269Z</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 323</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eOfpZX8ihbA/Tsjumw_gdiI/AAAAAAAACCs/i6M2GDJC69E/s1600/DSC_0022.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eOfpZX8ihbA/Tsjumw_gdiI/AAAAAAAACCs/i6M2GDJC69E/s320/DSC_0022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677049680054220322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DOU9V0qr85U/TsjumonFfFI/AAAAAAAACCk/63GUBWDtl9A/s1600/DSC_0023.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DOU9V0qr85U/TsjumonFfFI/AAAAAAAACCk/63GUBWDtl9A/s320/DSC_0023.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677049677804305490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 323&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;During the time I have been exhibiting at RHS Wisley, I have continued to enjoy their wonderful gardens and also the recent addition of a huge glasshouse. I wandered inside it, in order to see that our continuing sculpture trail was all in good condition and that none of the exhibits had become a child's latest plaything, as they quite often do (thats another story!) It is difficult to rush a visit to the glasshouse, because of a need to take in all the plant life and as I had my camera, it seemed churlish not to take advantage of it. This sculpture is based on a succulent plant that was growing on the ground in an area designated for other similar plants and cacti. This one was labelled Sedum Pachyphyllum, a &lt;a href="http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/08/365-day-238.html"&gt;Stonecrop&lt;/a&gt; from Mexico, which had pale grey-green, jelly bean like leaves which together formed a striking textural foliage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c&amp;amp;feature=mfu_in_order&amp;amp;list=UL"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-4312092612713566501?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/index.htm' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 323'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/4312092612713566501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/11/365-day-323.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/4312092612713566501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/4312092612713566501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/11/365-day-323.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 323'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eOfpZX8ihbA/Tsjumw_gdiI/AAAAAAAACCs/i6M2GDJC69E/s72-c/DSC_0022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-2409843047144810893</id><published>2011-11-19T08:03:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-11-19T08:10:37.535Z</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 322</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ufbtC_0EeQE/Tsdkb9rT8oI/AAAAAAAACCc/GKcRKuUnof0/s1600/DSC_0019.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ufbtC_0EeQE/Tsdkb9rT8oI/AAAAAAAACCc/GKcRKuUnof0/s320/DSC_0019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676616286899270274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cddeyZ8W8dI/TsdkbrvL7II/AAAAAAAACCM/GUp1RT1SwNI/s1600/DSC_0020.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cddeyZ8W8dI/TsdkbrvL7II/AAAAAAAACCM/GUp1RT1SwNI/s320/DSC_0020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676616282083683458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 322&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Rejoice! No sooner had I turned my head away from the splendid helenium, I came across the even more bulbous cones of the herb Echinacea, growing just as profusely a short way along the same border. Like big beautiful shuttlecocks, coloured  with an overall purple, yet made up of an array of subtle shades of pink, red, orange and brown. I loved them and not just because they gave me nice strong shapes to sculpt. It is a member of the daisy family, native to North America and gets its name from the Greek word ‘echino’ meaning hedgehog, because of the spiny central cone. It isn’t that long ago that I was persuaded to take Echinacea when I had a cold. It had been publicised a lot at the time as a real natural remedy. I can’t recall any major benefits, but who knows if the cold would have lasted longer without the Echinacea pills. In the process of searching for information on Echinacea, I came across articles and whole websites about its health benefits and others claiming there were none. There is a long list of claimed medicinal uses from the treatment of boils, laryngitis and sinuses, to stings and bites. Perhaps the initials claims to its uses were formed from the knowledge that the Native Americans, the frontiersmen and early settlers in the USA valued it so highly. It makes me wonder why they would repeatedly use Echinacea as a remedy for snakebites, fevers and cleaning festering wounds if they gained no benefit from it. They also adopted it as a home remedy for colds and influenza, so despite its detractors, perhaps it is worth me trying again. I use homeopathy, one of the most disparaged alternative treatments available and the negativity out there has me even doubting it myself sometimes, despite all the good things it has achieved for me. Many studies have ‘proved’ Echinacea, like homeopathy, doesn’t ‘work’ and others claim to confirm its effectiveness, while I read that the people who regularly use Echinacea, ‘know that it works’.\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c&amp;amp;feature=mfu_in_order&amp;amp;list=UL"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-2409843047144810893?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/index.htm' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 322'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/2409843047144810893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/11/365-day-322.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/2409843047144810893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/2409843047144810893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/11/365-day-322.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 322'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ufbtC_0EeQE/Tsdkb9rT8oI/AAAAAAAACCc/GKcRKuUnof0/s72-c/DSC_0019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-8565214401390384965</id><published>2011-11-18T08:32:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-11-18T08:37:29.900Z</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 321</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4QAYy53YU60/TsYZEz4DjCI/AAAAAAAACCA/8CGAVSER37w/s1600/DSC_0017.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4QAYy53YU60/TsYZEz4DjCI/AAAAAAAACCA/8CGAVSER37w/s320/DSC_0017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676251950782581794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sK_JEDFtMBI/TsYZEti1YnI/AAAAAAAACB0/VOj1BGESiPE/s1600/DSC_0018.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sK_JEDFtMBI/TsYZEti1YnI/AAAAAAAACB0/VOj1BGESiPE/s320/DSC_0018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676251949082960498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 321&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;It is great to go to a garden like RHS Wisley and see the flowers still blooming in mid September and this sculpt was inspired by some wonderful blooms. They were the most extreme of the daisy-like heads that I had seen, with slightly drooping  golden petals and rich reddy-brown bulging spherical centres, speckled with  golden pollen. They were wonderful, with large numbers of their flower heads filling the front of the border with bees and butterflies taking full advantage.They were labeled Helenium, a genus native to North and Central America and often referred to as Sneezeweed.  This is because the dried leaves of the plant used to be used in the making of snuff. It was inhaled to cause sneezing, thus ridding the body of evil spirits. If this project offers nothing more, it can at least claim to have highlighted many useful ways of eliminating evil spirits! That said, in the case of Helenium, all parts of the plant can cause severe discomfort if ingested and contact with the foliage can aggravate skin allergies, so you don’t want to go sniffing the stuff! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c&amp;amp;feature=mfu_in_order&amp;amp;list=UL"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-8565214401390384965?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/index.htm' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 321'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/8565214401390384965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/11/365-day-321.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/8565214401390384965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/8565214401390384965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/11/365-day-321.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 321'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4QAYy53YU60/TsYZEz4DjCI/AAAAAAAACCA/8CGAVSER37w/s72-c/DSC_0017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-169242737046468215</id><published>2011-11-17T08:41:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-11-17T08:44:55.977Z</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 320</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dTVT-Jyqyjg/TsTJNmigq4I/AAAAAAAACBo/G1RRrbO8JfE/s1600/DSC_0015.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dTVT-Jyqyjg/TsTJNmigq4I/AAAAAAAACBo/G1RRrbO8JfE/s320/DSC_0015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675882665914444674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lYpf5Jl5ebE/TsTJNSDIa5I/AAAAAAAACBc/UDngI_8R2O4/s1600/DSC_0016.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lYpf5Jl5ebE/TsTJNSDIa5I/AAAAAAAACBc/UDngI_8R2O4/s320/DSC_0016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675882660414122898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 320&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;It seems to becoming a trend on this nature project that whenever I choose to sculpt something  growing in a garden, in this case RHS Wisley, that it turns out to be native to South Africa. Some might think that this is all very deliberate on my part, because I just happen to be married to a South African and that I go about scouring the earth for all plant species originating from there. Well, I guess it does look suspicious and wouldn’t hold up in a court of law, if indeed it was a crime to sculpt things based on one particular country, but, honestly, I didn’t. It does seem more than a coincidence though, so perhaps I am being subconsciously programmed by Sarina, into doing just that. This sculpt is based on the seed heads that were formed along the zig zag stems of a familiar plant, called Crocosmia. In fact, never mind RHS Wisley, we have one member of the Crocosmia family growing in our own garden. They generally have attractive orange-red flowers growing on spikes from clumps of blade shaped leaves. Whilst there are many different names for the plant, Crocosmia comes from the Greek words ‘krokos’ meaning saffron and ‘osme’ meaning odour and apparently the dried flowers do smell of saffron. They are actually native to the ‘Cape Floristic Region’ sometimes known as the ‘Cape Floral Kingdom’ of South Africa  which hugs the coast at the tip of the country, alongside the Atlantic Ocean in the West and the Indian Ocean in the East. It is an area I have travelled well, but have yet to see the full blooming delights of its diverse plant life. There have been 9600 recorded plant species in the area, 70% of which can be found nowhere else on the planet. It is a biodiversity hotspot, though one of the worlds most threatened, by the increasing pressure of human development. Sarina has always described to me the ‘Fynbos’ meaning fine bush, which dominates the area  in the form of hard-leaved shrubland which thrive in areas of rocky or sandy soils. Fynbos includes Protea in its plant families as well as Erica, Reed and Iris, to name a few.  As Crocosmia is a member of the Iris family, then I guess it can also be said to be Fynbos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-169242737046468215?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/index.htm' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 320'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/169242737046468215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/11/365-day-320.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/169242737046468215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/169242737046468215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/11/365-day-320.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 320'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dTVT-Jyqyjg/TsTJNmigq4I/AAAAAAAACBo/G1RRrbO8JfE/s72-c/DSC_0015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-4222347301822079471</id><published>2011-11-16T10:37:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-11-16T11:56:23.585Z</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 319</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pkjTMxntYpY/TsOkiRdFEWI/AAAAAAAACBU/fLhA_YybFXI/s1600/DSC_0014.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pkjTMxntYpY/TsOkiRdFEWI/AAAAAAAACBU/fLhA_YybFXI/s320/DSC_0014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675560864124834146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cBpDe_kvUIk/TsOkiNgvJ0I/AAAAAAAACBE/7cuzHG9Bryg/s1600/DSC_0013.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cBpDe_kvUIk/TsOkiNgvJ0I/AAAAAAAACBE/7cuzHG9Bryg/s320/DSC_0013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675560863066433346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;365 Day 319&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;There is huge rockery at RHS Wisley with a narrow pond running all along its length. I walked the pathway, up and down the rockery, taking in the plants and sculptures at the same time. At the end path, right next to the pond I saw varieties of a plant I knew as Pitchers. Not that I had seen them very often and whenever I had, they were usually part of a large display at exhibitions like the Chelsea flower show. I was quite surprised to see them growing here, out in the open and not under the special conditions of a greenhouse. Well, I was totally wrong with that, given that they are quite hardy to the UK weather if planted in ‘sheltered conditions,’ something that couldn’t be said of the RHS Wisley plants. The plant is indigenous to the USA, particularly in the South East, in found near swamps and marshes and are commonly known as Trumpet Pitchers. The various types of Pitcher, which differ in colours and veining dependent on varying locations form a genus called Sarracenia. I have always imagined them growing in rain forests, as it seemed to fit with their look and the fact that they are carnivores. So seeing pictures of them growing in Florida fields requires quite an adjustment for me. They are like thin funnels with a lid on the top, which  have evolved from the plant’s leaves in order to trap insects. The insects are attracted to the colour, scent and a ‘drugged’ nectar-like secretion on the lips of the Pitcher. From the lip, the now unsteady insect falls into the tube of the Pitcher. It is a journey of no return, as it finds getting any footing inside, impossible on the waxy surface. This leads it to the dreaded downward pointing hairs which by preventing anything climbing back up, seals the insects fate in the base. Here it is dissolved by enzymes and the nutrients digested by the plant. I am sure this ‘trap’ also differs from one Pitcher species to another, but in the end, they all provide a twist of fate in natures act of pollination. While plants generally provide nectar to encourage pollinators to visit them, thus enabling fertilisation, in the case of Pitchers, the act is no longer mutually beneficial, but swayed totally one way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p color="#56533c" style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-4222347301822079471?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/index.htm' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 319'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/4222347301822079471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/11/365-day-319.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/4222347301822079471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/4222347301822079471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/11/365-day-319.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 319'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pkjTMxntYpY/TsOkiRdFEWI/AAAAAAAACBU/fLhA_YybFXI/s72-c/DSC_0014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-7247012994318826854</id><published>2011-11-15T08:36:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-11-15T08:51:03.447Z</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 318</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gqelqrkYTlc/TsIn1jlTP1I/AAAAAAAACAI/g0yA6Ondla4/s1600/DSC_0011.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gqelqrkYTlc/TsIn1jlTP1I/AAAAAAAACAI/g0yA6Ondla4/s320/DSC_0011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675142281478487890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ueZ2RhpiXMI/TsIn1dZo1iI/AAAAAAAAB_8/hKWhOwoca5A/s1600/DSC_0012.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ueZ2RhpiXMI/TsIn1dZo1iI/AAAAAAAAB_8/hKWhOwoca5A/s320/DSC_0012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675142279818958370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 318&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text';  min-height: 22.0pxcolor:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I was sitting alone at the stewards desk at RHS Wisley during a rare quiet moment when I noticed a large black bird walking on the lush green grass and against a background of green foliage. At that moment the bird stood out above all else as it pecked at a rope surrounding one of the sculptures. After deliberating in my mind as to whether it was a Carrion Crow or a raven, I eventually settled  on Crow after seeing a discussion about the same thing on the &lt;a href="http://www.wildaboutbritain.co.uk/"&gt;Wild About Britain&lt;/a&gt; site. On there, people suggested that the rarer seen raven is quite a bit larger and more powerful than the Crow as well as having different shaped tail feathers. This confirmed it for me, though reading  about rooks confused things momentarily, but I still maintain it was a Crow. My clay segments had suddenly become noticeably smaller and so my Crow sculpt had only one likely approach, to focus on its head.  I should really refer to the bird as Carrion Crow as Crow or Corvus is really the name of a family of many familiar birds such as the Jackdaw, Rook, Raven, Jay and Magpie. Research has found that as a group, Crows, or Corvids show remarkable examples of intelligence. Of these, the Carrion Crow is seen as one of the cleverest, most adaptable birds. While they are wary of man, they can be quite fearless and come to gardens for food cautiously at first, until they have learnt it is safe and then return repeatedly. It is suggested that they can tell one individual human from another by facial features. Some species have even been studied for, not only their use of tools, but also tool construction. The New Caledonian Crow for instance is known to drop nuts onto busy roads and then wait for a car to come by and crush them open for them to eat. That said, I read on a BBC site that Carrion Crows &lt;i&gt;‘have a strange obsession with fire’&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;‘have been known to carry burning material back to their nests’. &lt;/i&gt;Stupid birds!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-7247012994318826854?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/index.htm' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 318'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/7247012994318826854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/11/365-day-318.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/7247012994318826854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/7247012994318826854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/11/365-day-318.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 318'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gqelqrkYTlc/TsIn1jlTP1I/AAAAAAAACAI/g0yA6Ondla4/s72-c/DSC_0011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-5883394668209588066</id><published>2011-11-14T08:44:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-11-14T08:51:04.632Z</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 317</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IKOTeEYsZfg/TsDWP1UF4qI/AAAAAAAAB_w/quBTl0sXjww/s1600/DSC_0009.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IKOTeEYsZfg/TsDWP1UF4qI/AAAAAAAAB_w/quBTl0sXjww/s320/DSC_0009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674771097984557730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fE0cQ44sy8Y/TsDWPpcUvXI/AAAAAAAAB_k/SGgaeCNeMTo/s1600/DSC_0007.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fE0cQ44sy8Y/TsDWPpcUvXI/AAAAAAAAB_k/SGgaeCNeMTo/s320/DSC_0007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674771094797860210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day  317&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;In between stewarding shifts at RHS Wisley I took a walk around the gardens with the intention of photographing as much as I could for my project. This sculpt is based upon a plant I found in a familiar quiet wall garden which has a pond in the centre. It had a number of beautiful 3 petaled flowers, which were shaped like curved trumpets, all with red-purple colouring and with tips of yellow with black spots. Where the flowers had faded away though, were left groups of ridged pods which looked like beautifully designed ceramic pots with lids on top.  Next to the plant, fortunately, a label, informing me of its name, Alstroemeria psittacina, or Parrot flower, Parrot Lily or Lily of the Incas which originates in South America. The only other information I could find on the plant, other than many tips on how to grow it and where to buy it, was that it is a popular ornamental plant in New Zealand. There, it is also known as New Zealand Christmas bell because of its propensity to bloom at Christmas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-5883394668209588066?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/index.htm' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 317'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/5883394668209588066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/11/365-day-317.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/5883394668209588066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/5883394668209588066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/11/365-day-317.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 317'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IKOTeEYsZfg/TsDWP1UF4qI/AAAAAAAAB_w/quBTl0sXjww/s72-c/DSC_0009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-5019500144151663554</id><published>2011-11-13T09:39:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-11-13T09:52:54.511Z</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 316</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X0_q7g3AklY/Tr-RObSNDeI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/S65AFg71Ox8/s1600/DSC_0005.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X0_q7g3AklY/Tr-RObSNDeI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/S65AFg71Ox8/s320/DSC_0005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674413732538420706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3MMfzP8BY70/Tr-ROKHWldI/AAAAAAAAB_M/ZIGSWsuwxhs/s1600/DSC_0006.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3MMfzP8BY70/Tr-ROKHWldI/AAAAAAAAB_M/ZIGSWsuwxhs/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674413727929505234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day  316&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Throughout the summer, driving into the farmland where my studio is, I had noticed a tall, brightly coloured orange-red flowering plant. It was just past the gates and on the drivers side of the driveway so I saw it on most days. Sarina had also seen it and encouraged me to sculpt it whenever she did so. The plant was certainly making a good case to be sculpted, as it formed a lovely texture with its spikes of flowers, all lying against each other. I had tried, to focus on plants growing wild, but sometimes nature in gardens is too wonderful to resist. I saw the same plant when I came to steward at a sculpture exhibition. Most years, I enter some work into a large sculpture trail around the beautiful grounds of RHS Wisley in Surrey. It has been a good venue for me and also gives us the opportunity each year of viewing the gardens. I saw a number of potential plants there that I could use in my project, so I decided to resist no more. Sarina kept referring to this plant as a ‘Red Hot Poker,’ and she did seem to know it well. I was also sure I had heard the name and seen the flowers before. So this sculpt was based upon the flowers of the plant, though I still  felt inclined to check out the name. I googled  ‘Red Hot Poker’ and found a number of opportunities to play Texas Hold’em on poker gambling sites, but besides that, I found our plant was called Kniphofia. It was actually named after a German professor of medicine, by the name of Johann Hieronymus Kniphof (1704-17630) who was the author of a folio of nature-printed illustrations of plants in 1747. Kniphofia is also known as ‘Red Hot Poker’ and not surprisingly, it originates from South Africa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-5019500144151663554?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/index.htm' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 316'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/5019500144151663554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/11/365-day-316.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/5019500144151663554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/5019500144151663554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/11/365-day-316.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 316'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X0_q7g3AklY/Tr-RObSNDeI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/S65AFg71Ox8/s72-c/DSC_0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-3936678872451623029</id><published>2011-11-12T09:14:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-11-12T09:25:57.398Z</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 315</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h8624SrEbHU/Tr46ekV0bWI/AAAAAAAAB-8/hwKa_ryU5yg/s1600/DSC_0004.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h8624SrEbHU/Tr46ekV0bWI/AAAAAAAAB-8/hwKa_ryU5yg/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674036877359082850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2egmhYtHX8I/Tr46eSQSIsI/AAAAAAAAB-0/1jVljjClzGQ/s1600/DSC_0003.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2egmhYtHX8I/Tr46eSQSIsI/AAAAAAAAB-0/1jVljjClzGQ/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674036872504025794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 315&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Before I started this project, Sarina and I wrote down as many obvious aspects of nature that we could think of which would provide a reliable source of subject matter for the project. The list was not that long, but this probably said more about our knowledge of nature than anything else. One thing that was on the list and therefore something I had expected to sculpt much earlier and when my clay rectangles were twice the size, was a Fox. Mysteriously though, my sightings to date have been distant fleeting ones, while the rest have been road kill. This is despite having seen Foxes become a common sight in urban areas, especially during the last 20 years or so. For some reason though, they decided to become scarce during the very year I chose to sculpt all things nature. Even our new home was, prior to us moving in, part of a route ‘local’ Foxes would take between the residential areas and the fields behind our garden. I decided that as I had seen a Fox, living and dead, that I should sculpt one before my pieces of clay got any smaller. Even so, as my sculpts now move into the last 50 and are ever closer to the top of the main sculpt, the clay pieces are already very small. Therefore, given their mysterious absence, I decided to sculpt part of a Foxes head, as though it is almost hiding from view. The Red Fox (Vulpes vulpes) belongs to the same Canidae family as dogs and are said to have overtaken the grey wolf as the most widely distributed of the wild canids in the world. They are highly adaptable and resourceful creatures and eat anything from small rodents, and carrion, to fruit and the contents of dustbins. Despite them being from the same family as dogs, in some ways they seem similar to cats. Not only are they the only canids to have the vertical slit eyes of a cat, they also have retractable claws. They are not much larger than a domestic cat and have the same ability to jump  with ease. The Fox is as clever and cunning as it is often characterised, which has enabled it to live well around humans. They are considered a pest by many farmers and had been hunted for years in Britain, but the Fox is not under threat in any of part of the world it inhabits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Sculpt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-3936678872451623029?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/index.htm' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 315'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/3936678872451623029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/11/365-day-315.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/3936678872451623029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/3936678872451623029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/11/365-day-315.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 315'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h8624SrEbHU/Tr46ekV0bWI/AAAAAAAAB-8/hwKa_ryU5yg/s72-c/DSC_0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-3745078550130497290</id><published>2011-11-11T08:45:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-11-11T08:51:29.386Z</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 314</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KcXJYeBWUNw/Trzh6TfKQEI/AAAAAAAAB8I/DFpuop5_hLc/s1600/DSC_0001.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KcXJYeBWUNw/Trzh6TfKQEI/AAAAAAAAB8I/DFpuop5_hLc/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673658022359613506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-czo_pl8jUm4/Trzh6A5bdxI/AAAAAAAAB74/3rsgBXAO358/s1600/DSC_0002.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-czo_pl8jUm4/Trzh6A5bdxI/AAAAAAAAB74/3rsgBXAO358/s320/DSC_0002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673658017369519890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 314 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I glanced at a plant in Barnett’s Woods and almost dismissed it as ragwort, a plant I had sculpted on day &lt;a href="http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/09/365-day-253.html"&gt;253&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/09/365-day-254.html"&gt;254&lt;/a&gt;. This latest plant was growing near a pond and flowering with daisy-like, golden yellow blooms. It was these flowers, which in the space of a few moments, had me thinking the plant was ragwort and then deciding it wasn’t. They were similar in colour, but there were subtle differences in them that only an expert, or maybe a sculptor who had been avidly viewing nature for 314 days would notice. They had more petals it seemed and the central head of florets were more raised I decided.  I went home in hope that I had found another ‘new’ plant that I could sculpt and started looking through my books to find it. Thankfully, it wasn’t long before I found images that matched my plant and after confirming it with more images online, I was able to name it Common Fleabane. It made sense too, as Common Fleabane is usually found in damp areas including the edges of lakes and ponds. While the open flower heads are an important pollen and nectar source for a wide range of bees and butterflies, it is the leaves and roots which have been utilised by humans in the past. They are astringent and so have been used to treat dysentery (its scientific name is Pulicaria ‘dysenterica’) and been applied to wounds in the form of a paste. It seems though, that the main claim that Common Fleabane makes is that it is as an insect repellent. I read that when the plant is burned, it gives off something which drives away fleas and other insects. There seems differing views on how true this is, but it’s most used name, Common ‘Flea’bane was given for this very reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-3745078550130497290?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/index.htm' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 314'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/3745078550130497290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/11/365-day-314.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/3745078550130497290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/3745078550130497290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/11/365-day-314.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 314'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KcXJYeBWUNw/Trzh6TfKQEI/AAAAAAAAB8I/DFpuop5_hLc/s72-c/DSC_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-1635572686917633488</id><published>2011-11-10T08:56:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-11-10T09:05:49.729Z</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 313</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AjL4m-mTBy4/TruSReTIq0I/AAAAAAAAB7s/qPetLcqU7r4/s1600/DSC_0060.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AjL4m-mTBy4/TruSReTIq0I/AAAAAAAAB7s/qPetLcqU7r4/s320/DSC_0060.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673288984492026690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2fT4xwVMPXY/TruSRMW1xLI/AAAAAAAAB7g/s1k4Pne6iVo/s1600/DSC_0061.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2fT4xwVMPXY/TruSRMW1xLI/AAAAAAAAB7g/s1k4Pne6iVo/s320/DSC_0061.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673288979675727026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 313&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;This sculpt came from my first sighting at Barnett’s Woods, near Tunbridge Wells. We descended into the wood, grateful of some shelter as rain was starting to fall. It was dark with the cloud cover and canopy of trees, but I easily spotted a large shrub with reddish brown berries nestled between layers of green-purple leaves. It was unusual and I hadn’t come across it before on any of our walks, or anywhere else for that matter. I sent it, with the rest of my list to the &lt;a href="http://www.wildaboutbritain.co.uk/"&gt;Wild About Britain&lt;/a&gt; forum, thinking of it as a naturally British wild plant. A reply came back that it was&lt;i&gt; ‘Leycesteria formosa also known as Pheasant Berry. A pretty plant but seeds everywhere!’  &lt;/i&gt;I immediately  looked it up, only to find out it originated in the Himalayas and areas of South-West China. As well as Pheasant Berry, it is also known as Himalayan Honeysuckle, Flowering Nutmeg or Chocolate Berry. I also saw it advertised as a very attractive, fast growing, white flowering shrub, available at numerous garden centres.  So my wood shrub could possibly have made its way to the wood via one of the nearby gardens on the adjacent housing estate. It is though, said to becoming naturalised in some areas and is also often planted as cover for game birds as they love the ripe berries. The fruit is actually edible to us as well and when fully ripened, is said to have a hint of fig about it, together with bitter chocolate and burnt caramel. Despite being said to be tasty, there is no long recorded tradition of use, perhaps because eating too many berries can test your stomachs sensitivity! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-1635572686917633488?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/index.htm' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 313'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/1635572686917633488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/11/365-day-313.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/1635572686917633488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/1635572686917633488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/11/365-day-313.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 313'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AjL4m-mTBy4/TruSReTIq0I/AAAAAAAAB7s/qPetLcqU7r4/s72-c/DSC_0060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-7690956206394954928</id><published>2011-11-09T09:09:00.007Z</published><updated>2011-11-09T20:00:14.949Z</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 312</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jGHdqAx73MI/TrpDvpnDhuI/AAAAAAAAB7U/GbF1m0e1Pxg/s1600/DSC_0059.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jGHdqAx73MI/TrpDvpnDhuI/AAAAAAAAB7U/GbF1m0e1Pxg/s320/DSC_0059.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672921166529136354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4mfxIJlUCfc/TrpDvR82frI/AAAAAAAAB7I/4SBYqyekEMU/s1600/DSC_0058.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4mfxIJlUCfc/TrpDvR82frI/AAAAAAAAB7I/4SBYqyekEMU/s320/DSC_0058.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672921160178106034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 312&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;This sculpt will be forever known as ‘Sarina's Tomatoes’! I was at home and in need of quick inspiration when I became aware of our greenhouse. Having never owned a greenhouse in my life, we are now the ‘proud’ owners of two small ones. Our intention had always been to completely remove one of them, as it stands right in the middle of our garden, but since we have moved in, Sarina has staked her claim on one of them to grow Tomatoes, and I can see the possibility of her Tomato growing eventually spreading to the other. Within a week of moving in we received a number of tomato plants form various neighbours which set Sarina on her way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Tomatoes are such a common sight in Britain and beyond nowadays that I guess I imagined they had always been here and always been eaten in vast numbers. In fact it is only from growing our own that I got a real sense of the limitations our climate has on growing them if you haven’t got a greenhouse. Not surprisingly either, as the Tomato originated in the Andes, South America and were first cultivated by  the Aztecs and Incas in 700 AD. The word Tomato comes from their word, ‘Tomati’ which means ‘the swelling fruit.’ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;They were not grown in the UK until the 1590’s when a barber-surgeon called John Gerard became one of the earliest growers of the ‘fruit.’ Apparently the most common medical practitioners during medieval times in Europe, were barbers! This one also dabbled in Tomato growing too. What more could you want than after having an operation, followed by a short back and sides, to be sent on your way with a bag of tomatoes. Sadly the latter would not have occurred as Gerard decided that they were poisonous, despite knowing they were eaten in Spain and Italy. They are a member of the nightshade family which includes deadly nightshade, but then so are potatoes, peppers and aubergines. Conversely, later on, some people claimed the fruit had aphrodisiac powers, with the French calling them the Pommes d’amour, meaning love apples. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Obviously the Tomato went on to be eaten all over the world and considered very good for you. They contain high levels of vitamins C, A and B as well as being a good source of minerals like magnesium, phosphorous calcium and potassium. So when Sarina suggests more Tomatoes for the other greenhouse I will need to keep this in mind. I have already been able to pass on to her some of my new Tomato knowledge. Tomatoes, for instance, will keep better if stored at room temperature and if you keep them with the stem down, they will last even longer. Cold temperatures lessen their flavour. Perhaps the most fascinating, as it has occurred many times in our greenhouse, is that if a Tomato becomes split, it will heal itself. A foamy type skin will grow where the split was and close up the wound. I presume this will only happen if they get the water that they were lacking in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-7690956206394954928?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/index.htm' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 312'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/7690956206394954928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/11/365-day-312.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/7690956206394954928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/7690956206394954928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/11/365-day-312.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 312'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jGHdqAx73MI/TrpDvpnDhuI/AAAAAAAAB7U/GbF1m0e1Pxg/s72-c/DSC_0059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-7832073301077634397</id><published>2011-11-08T08:57:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-11-08T09:05:38.277Z</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 311</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tc0JvmnK94Y/TrjwqS3hBnI/AAAAAAAAB64/QaLDBgV29yE/s1600/DSC_0056.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tc0JvmnK94Y/TrjwqS3hBnI/AAAAAAAAB64/QaLDBgV29yE/s320/DSC_0056.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672548340083000946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9pWivyBjK0w/TrjwqB4Y0nI/AAAAAAAAB6w/Z3BRi3TiW9I/s1600/DSC_0057.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9pWivyBjK0w/TrjwqB4Y0nI/AAAAAAAAB6w/Z3BRi3TiW9I/s320/DSC_0057.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672548335523254898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 311&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;This sculpt is based on the seed heads of an Agapanthus plant in our garden. It had flowered well through the summer months with blue trumpet-like flowers which as they faded became, on every stem, wonderful hanging ridged pendants. This for me is always an exotic plant synonymous with my trips to South Africa and specifically the gardens of my late Mother and Father-in law. Their garden was always resplendent with &lt;/span&gt;Agapanthus, a plant I had hitherto never seen. I can remember being almost as amazed at them as the Hadeda Ibis which landed on their lawn like blackbirds do in the UK. It was another world for me and I will always think of them and their garden when I see the Agapanthus in our new garden. I only hope the seeds will spread and that they become as wonderful as in South Africa.  As it turns out, Agapanthus are native to South Africa, from the Cape to the Limpopo river.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-7832073301077634397?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/index.htm' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 311'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/7832073301077634397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/11/365-day-311.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/7832073301077634397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/7832073301077634397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/11/365-day-311.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 311'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tc0JvmnK94Y/TrjwqS3hBnI/AAAAAAAAB64/QaLDBgV29yE/s72-c/DSC_0056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-2198120181582382547</id><published>2011-11-07T09:03:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-11-07T09:15:24.462Z</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 310</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j7ph7bJASdo/TregZRQrUzI/AAAAAAAAB6g/9L4rkmB1CO0/s1600/DSC_0055.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j7ph7bJASdo/TregZRQrUzI/AAAAAAAAB6g/9L4rkmB1CO0/s320/DSC_0055.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672178611686953778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NtFyBufmF2g/TregZGUoWaI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/Vir5qwLhNVk/s1600/DSC_0054.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NtFyBufmF2g/TregZGUoWaI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/Vir5qwLhNVk/s320/DSC_0054.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672178608750746018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 310&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Another one from my walk in the wonderful countryside that surrounds my home, that is Tonbridge! That does make it sound as though I live in an idyllic cottage with fields as far as the eye can see. In actual fact, where there once would have been fields, there are now houses and buildings as far as the eye can see, but we don’t have to go very far to take a walk. I was after anything different I could find and the plant that inspired this sculpture, turned up as a solitary one amidst an area of overgrown grass by the side of the river. The Wild About Britain forum later informed me that the plant, with its upright stems of yellow buds and 4 petaled flowers, was Charlock. It is another one that has edible young leaves and the flowers are followed by long cylindrical seed pods which can be used to make mustard. It is also known as Wild Mustard. I have to say though, given all the seed pods I have come across on this project which have turned out to be poisonous, that it is a brave or very knowledgeable person who goes out picking any of these things for consumption. That said I was rather pleased to see a message at the bottom of a page on an ‘organic growing’ website seemingly preoccupied with eradicating weeds. He or she started off &lt;i&gt;‘Why are wild edible plants treated as though they were of the devils making.’&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text';  min-height: 22.0pxcolor:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline ; letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gardenorganic.org.uk/organicweeds/weed_information/weed.php?id=28"&gt;http://www.gardenorganic.org.uk/organicweeds/weed_information/weed.php?id=28&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p color="#56533c" style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p color="#56533c" style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-2198120181582382547?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/index.htm' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 310'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/2198120181582382547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/11/365-day-310.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/2198120181582382547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/2198120181582382547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/11/365-day-310.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 310'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j7ph7bJASdo/TregZRQrUzI/AAAAAAAAB6g/9L4rkmB1CO0/s72-c/DSC_0055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-3460166639140974266</id><published>2011-11-06T10:43:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-11-06T10:52:22.071Z</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 309</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ao59WXuRYY/TrZmhqSS2II/AAAAAAAAB6M/FczJNFoAEmU/s1600/DSC_0051.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ao59WXuRYY/TrZmhqSS2II/AAAAAAAAB6M/FczJNFoAEmU/s320/DSC_0051.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671833509192456322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tpo7_2JHw9g/TrZmhZpl2NI/AAAAAAAAB6A/v-25XGXmu-M/s1600/DSC_0052.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tpo7_2JHw9g/TrZmhZpl2NI/AAAAAAAAB6A/v-25XGXmu-M/s320/DSC_0052.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671833504726767826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 309&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I saw Mute Swans while walking around Barden lake, Tonbridge with Sarina. It was good to have time away from working on the house, albeit  brief, but it gave us the chance to have quiet time together. You could say it was a romantic walk, but as I approached the Swans, my mind was just turning over how possible it would be to sculpt one on my decreasingly small pieces of clay.  I wasn’t keen on the idea of doing a whole Swan with its neck upright as the whole thing would have had to be so small to fit it in. Doing the head alone was likely to be the best solution and it would be distinctly a Swan, but when I came to the edge of the lake to photograph them, the Swans provided the answer. The sun was shining, they had had their fill of the bread on offer and were all taking the time to preen their beautiful white feathers. They were also providing me with ready made compositions for my sculpture.  Despite them being a fairly common sight on lakes and rivers in the UK, people always seem to appreciate seeing Swans. There is a majesty about them which familiarity cannot deny. Perhaps it is not only their aesthetic qualities, but their connection with the British Monarchy which gives them this special place. Roasted Swan was actually a favourite dish of King Henry VIII and for centuries Mute Swans were known as ‘birds royal’ because only the king, or favoured subjects could keep them. They were kept especially for eating and served at banquets decorated with a gold crown. Even their flight feathers, or those of the female Swan were important in that they were used as implements for writing, known as quills, or pen quills. ‘Pen’ is the name for a female Swan, so the fact that we still use the name for our present day ballpoints goes back to their feathers being used as quills. It has been illegal to injure or kill Swans in the UK for hundreds of years. Today, the Queen  has the prerogative right of ownership for all the Mute Swans in England and Wales, so their connection with royalty lives on. Eastern Europeans continue to see them as an acceptable delicacy, but I wonder, given her rights on the issue, if the Queen ever has them served up as a roast, like her predecessors?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-3460166639140974266?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/index.htm' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 309'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/3460166639140974266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/11/365-day-309.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/3460166639140974266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/3460166639140974266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/11/365-day-309.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 309'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ao59WXuRYY/TrZmhqSS2II/AAAAAAAAB6M/FczJNFoAEmU/s72-c/DSC_0051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-843842200814957544</id><published>2011-11-05T10:48:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-11-05T10:51:22.789Z</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 308</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cbE5pa8UPbg/TrUVIRIQiHI/AAAAAAAAB5w/MWGFm1gUkXo/s1600/DSC_0050.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cbE5pa8UPbg/TrUVIRIQiHI/AAAAAAAAB5w/MWGFm1gUkXo/s320/DSC_0050.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671462537524185202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xYUMUid_W-0/TrUVINKBVFI/AAAAAAAAB5o/YMlbzg6gcfI/s1600/DSC_0049.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xYUMUid_W-0/TrUVINKBVFI/AAAAAAAAB5o/YMlbzg6gcfI/s320/DSC_0049.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671462536457835602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 308&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;On &lt;a href="http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/01/365-day-23.html"&gt;day 23&lt;/a&gt; my sculpt was based on Ivy berries, Before then, I had only been aware of Ivy leaves creeping, climbing and adhering with sucker-like roots over everything in their path. On our continuing Tonbridge walk, I spotted some wonderful ‘umbels’ of light green-white buds, which, because of their similarity to the berries immediately suggested Ivy to me. Thankfully I was right, but still a little troubled that I had never noticed Ivy Flowers in my entire life! Better late than never I guess.  The flowers are small and yellow-green and pollinated by wasps and flies. Each flower produces a single black berry, poisonous to humans, but rather agreeable to birds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-843842200814957544?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/index.htm' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 308'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/843842200814957544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/11/365-day-308.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/843842200814957544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/843842200814957544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/11/365-day-308.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 308'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cbE5pa8UPbg/TrUVIRIQiHI/AAAAAAAAB5w/MWGFm1gUkXo/s72-c/DSC_0050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-7421243828013855622</id><published>2011-11-04T08:19:00.007Z</published><updated>2011-11-04T20:28:55.607Z</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 307</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8hiseYxjtjA/TrOhQ9k21tI/AAAAAAAAB5A/t7GHJj9EHzw/s1600/DSC_0047.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8hiseYxjtjA/TrOhQ9k21tI/AAAAAAAAB5A/t7GHJj9EHzw/s320/DSC_0047.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671053668568717010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lBgkS4XrIic/TrOhQRkfcRI/AAAAAAAAB44/1Ba_uqtkolY/s1600/DSC_0048.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lBgkS4XrIic/TrOhQRkfcRI/AAAAAAAAB44/1Ba_uqtkolY/s320/DSC_0048.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671053656756023570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 307&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I thought I had found a ‘new’ interesting plant here and one that I went straight into sculpting before having it identified on the Wild about Britain site. It had bulbous forms in the stem before flowing back into the spiny leaves. I had the same enthusiasm about the plant as I did Wild Angelica which I also saw on a Tonbridge walk. However, these plant forms were not as they seemed, but a recurring, though interesting theme to my project. The Gall! The plant was actually a Creeping Thistle, a very common perennial thistle,   but the Gall was created by a fly called Urophora Cardui or Thistle Gall Fly. Its wings have dark zig zag markings along them which make it quite a striking small fly. It has even been introduced to North America to control the population of its host plant, which had previously been introduced. I can only deduce from this that the effect the fly has on Creeping Thistle, is a detrimental one. From what I have read, I was only ever going to see these forms on this particular thistle as it seems it is its plant of choice. The fly starts life as an egg alongside up to 30 others laid on the stem of the plant. After hatching, the larvae burrow into the stem and form a gall where they pupate before emerging through a tunnel in the gall. I am assuming that that will be my last Gall, but with this being my fourth, following  Galls on days &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/03/365-day-77.html"&gt;77&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/09/365-day-259.html"&gt;259&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/10/365-day-280.html"&gt;280&lt;/a&gt;, you just never know. The galling thing about it is I had never even known of there existence before....... I know, groan.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text';  min-height: 22.0pxcolor:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c; min-height: 22.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-7421243828013855622?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/index.htm' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 307'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/7421243828013855622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/11/365-day-307-i-thought-i-had-found-new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/7421243828013855622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/7421243828013855622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/11/365-day-307-i-thought-i-had-found-new.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 307'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8hiseYxjtjA/TrOhQ9k21tI/AAAAAAAAB5A/t7GHJj9EHzw/s72-c/DSC_0047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-6575194532285955103</id><published>2011-11-03T09:00:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-11-03T09:09:28.032Z</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 306</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zUj1wO5xaxA/TrJaJfXvAYI/AAAAAAAAB4w/EglT3etXesw/s1600/DSC_0045.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zUj1wO5xaxA/TrJaJfXvAYI/AAAAAAAAB4w/EglT3etXesw/s320/DSC_0045.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670693999899246978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CirzdGe4o-c/TrJaJGQkooI/AAAAAAAAB4g/-j9UtJS7rLA/s1600/DSC_0046.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CirzdGe4o-c/TrJaJGQkooI/AAAAAAAAB4g/-j9UtJS7rLA/s320/DSC_0046.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670693993158320770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 306&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;This was based on some wild flowers I hadn’t seen before. I saw them on a Tonbridge walk along the River Medway and when Sarina identified them I found it difficult to believe she was right. I don’t want to imply a lack of belief in my wife, but she came back with the name Butter-and-Eggs. I didn’t think she was taking her identification responsibilities that day seriously, but sure enough, one of the common names used for this plant is Butter-and-Eggs. It is also known as Common or Yellow Toadflax, Devils Flax, Rabbit Flower, ‘Bunny Haycocks’, Wild Snapdragon and many others beside. The latter making sense because the the flowers do resemble Snapdragons, and their ‘mouth’ can be opened in the same way. Only large bees can generally get to pollinate the flowers as they are the only ones strong enough to open the closed lips. The colouring of the flowers gives some meaning to the Butter-and-Eggs name, with the lower lip having the yellow of an egg yolk whilst the rest of it is a lighter shade of yellow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-6575194532285955103?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/index.htm' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 306'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/6575194532285955103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/11/365-day-306.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/6575194532285955103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/6575194532285955103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/11/365-day-306.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 306'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zUj1wO5xaxA/TrJaJfXvAYI/AAAAAAAAB4w/EglT3etXesw/s72-c/DSC_0045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-2645366217982610357</id><published>2011-11-02T08:39:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-11-02T08:48:15.295Z</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 305</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z5e8grZux9w/TrEChh6KQSI/AAAAAAAAB4U/ozntW0ZAipI/s1600/DSC_0044.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z5e8grZux9w/TrEChh6KQSI/AAAAAAAAB4U/ozntW0ZAipI/s320/DSC_0044.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670316180897415458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4aIJ8Hd8PkI/TrEChUnSXgI/AAAAAAAAB4I/EVLjz6KKllI/s1600/DSC_0043.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4aIJ8Hd8PkI/TrEChUnSXgI/AAAAAAAAB4I/EVLjz6KKllI/s320/DSC_0043.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670316177328594434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 305&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;On &lt;a href="http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/01/365-day-19.html"&gt;day 19&lt;/a&gt; I sculpted the ‘Wing Nuts’ of a sycamore tree, after a long search to find some. Even when I did, they weren’t very good examples. Many months after that, we went for a walk in a place called Barnett’s Woods, not far from my studio near Tunbridge Wells, Kent. It was a strange place to find, as having parked on a housing estate we were puzzled as to where the advertised beauty spot might be. Having walked around for a little while we found a narrow footpath between two houses which led into, what seemed an unlikely woodland. This descended via pathways to meadows and ponds below. It was on the edge of the meadow that we saw a tree laden with its winged seed carriers. It could have been a field maple, but I am fairly sure it was the native sycamore which is actually a member of the maple family. I have continued to refer to the seed carriers as Wing Nuts, but they are also known as Samaras, Whirligigs, Spinning Jennies, Helicopters or Keys. They are actually a dry fruit, or achene, the same as on a dandelion ‘clock.’ Not only does this carry the seed, but natures wing ‘design’ enables it to spin. This slows its decent to the ground, allowing time for the wind to take it further away from the tree. Having seen them in such abundance, I felt so inclined to sculpt them again, thinking that it would also help to illustrate the year, gradually turning full circle and heading back towards Autumn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-2645366217982610357?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/index.htm' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 305'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/2645366217982610357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/11/365-day-305.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/2645366217982610357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/2645366217982610357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/11/365-day-305.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 305'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z5e8grZux9w/TrEChh6KQSI/AAAAAAAAB4U/ozntW0ZAipI/s72-c/DSC_0044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-1635831782029657827</id><published>2011-11-01T07:53:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-11-01T07:56:22.184Z</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 304</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qZAU5dseP6g/Tq-mDXrNKTI/AAAAAAAAB4A/EXvN0cIydqs/s1600/DSC_0041.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qZAU5dseP6g/Tq-mDXrNKTI/AAAAAAAAB4A/EXvN0cIydqs/s320/DSC_0041.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669933032707795250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ezlIkOlDx-o/Tq-mDE3XrkI/AAAAAAAAB3w/vDSJyLVyDy4/s1600/DSC_0042.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ezlIkOlDx-o/Tq-mDE3XrkI/AAAAAAAAB3w/vDSJyLVyDy4/s320/DSC_0042.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669933027658542658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 304&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;This sculpt was another based on a plant which had been very much evident on all our walks. It is also, probably, the ‘weed’ that has emerged the most in our garden, having left it to fend for itself, while we have worked on the interior of our home. It is Greater Plantain, and it is again one of those plants that has been evident in my environment all my life, and yet it has been ignored all that time until the later stages of my sculpture project. Well finally hello, Greater Plantain, I honour your existence with a sculpture approximately 3cm wide! Greater Plantain has broad oval leaves that grow in a rosette and from which emerges an upright spike of tiny green flowers. It isn’t the most attractive of plants, but  certainly a hardy one given that it appears often on wasteland and seems to withstand being trodden on many times on walkways and lawns. While the plant might be a persistent weed by some, it is considered a miracle plant to others. Of all the plants I have come across on this project, I think this one is the one that can claim the most medicinal properties. I saw long lists of its applications, but can only mention a few here.  It has a long history as an alternative medicine, with one American Indian name for the plant translating to ‘life medicine’. It is said to be effective in the treatment of asthma, bronchitis, emphysema, fever, hypertension, rheumatism and blood sugar control, to name a few. Chemical analysis of Greater Plantain revealed glycoside Aucubin which has been reported by scientists as a powerful anti-toxin. The roots can also be used to treat a wide range of ailments including, dysentery, haemorrhage, coughs, sinusitis and hay fever. It also causes a natural aversion to tobacco and is currently used in treatments to help people quit smoking. In the form of extracts from the plant, it is a safe and effective treatment for bleeding and quickly stops blood flow and encourages healing. There really are so many other treatments, but I found it interesting that besides all these, the plant also became known as ‘Soldiers Herb’ as the leaves were used on battlefields as a field dressing. I shall remember all this next time I tread on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-1635831782029657827?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/index.htm' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 304'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/1635831782029657827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/11/365-day-304.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/1635831782029657827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/1635831782029657827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/11/365-day-304.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 304'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qZAU5dseP6g/Tq-mDXrNKTI/AAAAAAAAB4A/EXvN0cIydqs/s72-c/DSC_0041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-5920708310426728874</id><published>2011-10-31T07:48:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-10-31T07:51:57.453Z</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 303</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mdnPZ5QJ5yM/Tq5TjM8Rz_I/AAAAAAAAB3o/-WpJtSiyYSk/s1600/DSC_0040.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mdnPZ5QJ5yM/Tq5TjM8Rz_I/AAAAAAAAB3o/-WpJtSiyYSk/s320/DSC_0040.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669560845140611058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V9vEt8vul0I/Tq5Tiyr7tPI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/8xb1bImBKzs/s1600/DSC_0039.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V9vEt8vul0I/Tq5Tiyr7tPI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/8xb1bImBKzs/s320/DSC_0039.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669560838092731634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 303&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Work on the house was now filling much of my weekends to the point where walks in the countryside had become very short, or restricted to our garden. On this day I was enjoying a sunny interlude and having my lunch on our patio, with my eyes trained on the garden for anything I might sculpt. Around me were unkempt pots which had either been left by the previous owners or failed attempts by us to bring cuttings from our previous garden. Among them was a large bulbous pot with cup-like openings on the sides meant for growing herbs in. Sarina had done this for a while with great enthusiasm and then left it, rather sadly beside a shed. Weeds were now growing where there had once been parsley, basil or thyme, except at the top where a rather wild mint plant grew defiantly. I decided to do a study of one mint leaf right at that moment and simply sculpt what I saw. It is actually due to the actions of a beautiful young nymph that, I now understand, is how we have Mint today. She was called Minthe and caught the eye of Pluto, ruler of the underworld and they fell in love. Unfortunately, Pluto was married to Persephone and she became so enraged that she turned Minthe into a lowly plant to be trodden upon. You really do have to beware of a woman scorned! Thankfully for us, Pluto was able to soften the effect of the curse for Minthe (now a plant) by making her more aromatic and sweeter when trodden upon. Okay, so this was from Greek mythology, but before the herb came to our shores, it was used by the Greeks and Romans to scent their baths, to clean their banqueting tables and for generally making their homes smell nice. They used it in their sauces, as an aid to digestion, as a mouth freshener and in medicine. And it was the Romans, who, smelling wonderfully of Mint, eventually brought the herb to Britain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-5920708310426728874?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/index.htm' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 303'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/5920708310426728874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/10/365-day-303.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/5920708310426728874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/5920708310426728874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/10/365-day-303.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 303'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mdnPZ5QJ5yM/Tq5TjM8Rz_I/AAAAAAAAB3o/-WpJtSiyYSk/s72-c/DSC_0040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-8131655451430414413</id><published>2011-10-30T10:00:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-10-30T10:13:55.089Z</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 302</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bjPumzPoYRE/Tq0gqTQzIyI/AAAAAAAAB3M/libOrDzhK1A/s1600/DSC_0037.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bjPumzPoYRE/Tq0gqTQzIyI/AAAAAAAAB3M/libOrDzhK1A/s320/DSC_0037.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669223417026650914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_PTT77d5hwQ/Tq0gp1QAEWI/AAAAAAAAB3A/quMV-PSlgcg/s1600/DSC_0038.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_PTT77d5hwQ/Tq0gp1QAEWI/AAAAAAAAB3A/quMV-PSlgcg/s320/DSC_0038.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669223408970240354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 302&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;This sculpt was an attempt to give an impression of the flowers of Stinging Nettles. I was again dwelling upon the lack of reference material available to me and how I was going to get to the end of the project. We made a short walk on the route where we had previously taken our bikes, towards Penshurst, in the hope we would find equally interesting sights as we had before. It became clear though, that I was going to have to start looking at things that I hadn’t considered before, or the 63 days ahead were going to be tough. I was fast approaching the time of the year when I began the project and it seemed as though I had run out of nature! So on this short walk, we ended up in a wooded area where the path was lined with stinging nettles. I had previously sculpted nettle leaves on &lt;a href="http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/05/365-day-137.html"&gt;day 137&lt;/a&gt;, the flowers of white  dead-nettles on &lt;a href="http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/07/365-day-188.html"&gt;day 188&lt;/a&gt; and  red dead-nettles on &lt;a href="http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/06/365-day-156.html"&gt;day 156&lt;/a&gt;, but I had ignored Stinging Nettle flowers. I suppose they aren’t considered to be attractive flowers, and they are part of a plant that stings you, so I guess its not surprising, but when I looked at them closely, there was something to work with. The flowers were made up of trailing tassels covered  in clusters of tiny green, well, err,....... blobs!  Or thats how I saw them anyway!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-8131655451430414413?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/index.htm' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 302'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/8131655451430414413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/10/365-day-302.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/8131655451430414413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/8131655451430414413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/10/365-day-302.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 302'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bjPumzPoYRE/Tq0gqTQzIyI/AAAAAAAAB3M/libOrDzhK1A/s72-c/DSC_0037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-8173947090970280773</id><published>2011-10-29T09:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T10:00:54.863+01:00</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 301</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9UUN91-cGrw/TqvAlXQnQ1I/AAAAAAAAB20/_zprClW_nY8/s1600/DSC_0035.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9UUN91-cGrw/TqvAlXQnQ1I/AAAAAAAAB20/_zprClW_nY8/s320/DSC_0035.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668836304107291474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J-ldCjZLQ7U/TqvAlKXPIjI/AAAAAAAAB2o/KtKkKW1Ah3w/s1600/DSC_0034.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J-ldCjZLQ7U/TqvAlKXPIjI/AAAAAAAAB2o/KtKkKW1Ah3w/s320/DSC_0034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668836300645409330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 301&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I sometimes think the things I choose to sculpt can be influenced by their colour as well as form and I think this was one of those cases. I saw a small round, lilac coloured Budeleja bloom, an under-developed flower, and yet it was that which drew my eye. It was at the time when flowers were beginning to fade, but Buddleia’s late flowering gave some welcome colour to the Tonbridge countryside, which I obviously fell for. So this is based on the small flowers growing in clusters which together create a form &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p color="#56533c" style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;known as a panicle. This can be compared with a corresponding sculpt of a dried Budeleja seed head on day 51. Buddelia is native to China and Japan and since making it to the UK in the late 19th century has become extremely popular in people’s gardens. The problem is, it has a tendency to jump over the garden wall and easily self sows, often over running places like industrial land and railways. The plant can be seen growing wild in many places, growing from walls and chimneys which can degrade the actual structure.  So &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Budeleja has become a costly, invasive problem, but at the same time it is the first shrub to plant if you want to attract butterflies to your garden. I have noticed, since creating this sculpt that there seems a discrepancy on how the name of the shrub is spelled. I have even alternated the spelling here as there doesn’t seem to be a definitive right or wrong. I am tempted to go with ‘Buddleia‘ as it is said to be named after a botanist and rector from Essex, England by the name of Reverend Adam Buddle. I can’t imagine, if that is true, that they would change the name around so much and add a ‘J’. Perhaps the best answer is to refer to it, as it often is, by the name Butterfly Bush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-8173947090970280773?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/index.htm' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 301'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/8173947090970280773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/10/365-day-301.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/8173947090970280773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/8173947090970280773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/10/365-day-301.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 301'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9UUN91-cGrw/TqvAlXQnQ1I/AAAAAAAAB20/_zprClW_nY8/s72-c/DSC_0035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-181399600986463712</id><published>2011-10-28T07:39:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T07:50:52.611+01:00</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 300</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pZp42_O_CVQ/TqpQhdK8mZI/AAAAAAAAB2c/U_IPUBgZ5t4/s1600/DSC_0032.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pZp42_O_CVQ/TqpQhdK8mZI/AAAAAAAAB2c/U_IPUBgZ5t4/s320/DSC_0032.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668431616695638418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ib62g_hCaAg/TqpQhCZJNoI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/Lj8wsQhaR5U/s1600/DSC_0033.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ib62g_hCaAg/TqpQhCZJNoI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/Lj8wsQhaR5U/s320/DSC_0033.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668431609507427970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 300&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;This texture is inspired by the surface of a leaf I saw on a Tonbridge  countryside walk. The plant stood out because of its texture, which I thought would make identification easy. It grew in rosettes of leaves, close to the ground and was, as it turned out, rather common, as we went on to see it in many places on the same walk. So you will imagine my disappointment, just as I was starting to think I had a good knowledge of all things ‘nature’, when I discovered the plant was Ribwort Plantain. “What is wrong with that?” I hear you ask, but in doing so you are failing to remember my sculpt for &lt;a href="http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/08/365-day-219.html"&gt;day 219&lt;/a&gt;, (shame on you) which was based on the flower heads of Ribwort Plantain. In seeing this plant throughout the summer, I had failed to notice the leaves and now that the flower heads had disappeared, the plant was a stranger to me. Of course, rubbing salt into my wounds, it is the ribbed leaves of the plant which gives Ribwort Plantain its name. The Saxons, I learnt, discovered that the leaves could be used to treat hundreds of ailments when made into a an antiseptic poultice with boiling water. Amongst many other uses, it is said to restrict blood flow to a wounds and treat skin inflammations. It was also taken internally for complaints like hay fever, asthma, sinusitis, bronchitis, haemorrhoids, peptic ulcers, cystitis and diarrhoea to name a few. I hope not to suffer from any of the above, but if I do I shall be sure to send Sarina up  to the woods, to find my treatment. I’m not sure she will oblige!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text';  min-height: 22.0pxcolor:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;65 to go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-181399600986463712?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/index.htm' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 300'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/181399600986463712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/10/365-day-300.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/181399600986463712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/181399600986463712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/10/365-day-300.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 300'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pZp42_O_CVQ/TqpQhdK8mZI/AAAAAAAAB2c/U_IPUBgZ5t4/s72-c/DSC_0032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-422490910582898493</id><published>2011-10-27T08:39:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T08:51:10.242+01:00</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 299</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lHPdpUlI2Yo/TqkNS1LKiiI/AAAAAAAAB2E/NN1XssfxMoQ/s1600/DSC_0031.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lHPdpUlI2Yo/TqkNS1LKiiI/AAAAAAAAB2E/NN1XssfxMoQ/s320/DSC_0031.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668076223185193506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E7DOGXNs218/TqkNSiCPfTI/AAAAAAAAB14/j2SXAShyYcA/s1600/DSC_0030.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E7DOGXNs218/TqkNSiCPfTI/AAAAAAAAB14/j2SXAShyYcA/s320/DSC_0030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668076218047495474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 299&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;This sculpt is based on a Kingfisher, which was the result of a less familiar walk around the Sevenoaks Wildlife reserve. We have been in many bird hides before in this country, but rarely see anything I see as particularly exciting, while other people sit there with huge binoculars staring away endlessly. It is a lovely way to while away the time with nature in peace and quiet, but if there are others in the hide, I always assume they are ‘birders’ and know everything there is to know about birds. Without that knowledge, I probably miss out on grand sightings of the lesser spotted mud flapper, or the yellow striped warbler (if they existed.) I do get excited about seeing birds we tend to see less of, so maybe if I did have the ‘knowledge’ I could end up as a ‘birder’ myself! On the reserve walk, the hides each had their own name and we sat briefly in Grebe, Tyler, Sutton and Tower, before coming to Kingfisher hide. When you see a hide named as Kingfisher, it lifts hopes that there might be a chance of actually seeing what is a stunning bird. I have said before on here how disappointed I was that a Kingfisher, which had always visited the farm pond for a few days a year, didn’t return this year. That bird had given me my first ever sighting of a Kingfisher, with an incredible, vivid, iridescent turquoise flash from on top of a bulrush, and across to the other side of the pond. I had a number of wonderful views of the bird following this and felt honoured every time. So when the blighter didn’t turn up on the very year I did a nature sculpture, it was very annoying! At the reserve, I had faint hopes of seeing another, though with suspicions that the hide was so called as simply a nice name to call a bird hide. There were coots, geese and ducks, but nothing else I could easily identify. Just as we were to leave however, a bird darted across my view, briefly, but with enough time to see the unmistakeable flash of colour. Sadly, it was too brief for Sarina to also see it and despite walking the area for a while afterwards, we never saw it again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-422490910582898493?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/index.htm' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 299'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/422490910582898493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/10/365-day-299.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/422490910582898493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/422490910582898493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/10/365-day-299.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 299'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lHPdpUlI2Yo/TqkNS1LKiiI/AAAAAAAAB2E/NN1XssfxMoQ/s72-c/DSC_0031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-6638646914890700383</id><published>2011-10-26T07:26:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T07:42:55.440+01:00</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 298</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VS2pVACQpNQ/Tqeovcl6VXI/AAAAAAAAB1s/0ENMtBnskbs/s1600/DSC_0027.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VS2pVACQpNQ/Tqeovcl6VXI/AAAAAAAAB1s/0ENMtBnskbs/s320/DSC_0027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667684189151581554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--OEY-I8besM/TqeovcIOLiI/AAAAAAAAB1g/CfvHmxeBhGo/s1600/DSC_0028.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--OEY-I8besM/TqeovcIOLiI/AAAAAAAAB1g/CfvHmxeBhGo/s320/DSC_0028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667684189027053090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;65 Day 298&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Sarina spotted what were spiralling tendrils hanging from tree foliage at the start of a walk at the Sevenoaks Wildlife reserve. I decided to make it a bold form across my sculpt because I liked them so much, but they were in reality, the finest of light green curling shoots. The plant with the tendrils was growing from up high, down towards the ground, under a canopy of trees which formed a pathway alongside the lake. I didn’t look beyond the tendrils and leaves, so any help I could offer in identifying the plant was minimal, I was just happy at the time to know I had something to sculpt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;When it came to write a little something here, I was rather stuck. I had got to the stage where my writing had fallen some way behind my sculpting. I had always had a buffer of a good month with the project, for when I went on holiday, but as I hadn’t taken a holiday, my sculpts had maintained daily progress throughout the year. In writing about the sculpts however, I had first to find out what each subject was and this tended to leave my writing to mount up during my ‘buffer’. That was fine, until my work on the house gathered pace, together with casting and preparing sculptures for exhibitions. Just as I thought I was managing things well, I got a call asking me to do some work on a movie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Earning money was a key ingredient to this work and so my days became a nonstop routine of work. Early morning drives into London were worth a welcome period of working with people and creating work towards an interesting end (none of which I am allowed to divulge.) I would return home at approaching 8.00 pm after a day of clay work, ‘ready’ to begin my nature sculpt. This might be interrupted by dinner at 9.00 pm, but after the sculpt was finished I would attempt some research and writing. Some of this could be caught up at weekends inbetween working on the house, but it was made all the more difficult if I hadn’t a clue what the plant was. That was the situation in this case. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;My ‘buffer’ had become 3 days, so I needed a quick answers! My expert friend had been brilliant throughout the project, but I thought I would be pushing my luck requesting answers within an hour! So I thought I would try the same with the complete strangers on the Wild About Britain forums. Within minutes I had answers to a number of unidentified photos, and for the tendrils, came the name Cucurbitaceae. As a member of this family, which gives us squashes, melons and gourds, including crops of  cucumbers and pumpkins, my plant, growing as a wild vine, was impossible to identify further from a photo of a tendril and leaf. It is these tendrils though, which seem to characterise the whole family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-6638646914890700383?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 298'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/6638646914890700383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/10/365-day-298.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/6638646914890700383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/6638646914890700383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/10/365-day-298.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 298'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VS2pVACQpNQ/Tqeovcl6VXI/AAAAAAAAB1s/0ENMtBnskbs/s72-c/DSC_0027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-282267451738187862</id><published>2011-10-25T08:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T08:26:00.325+01:00</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 297</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_OV70InQJok/TqZj8jimY1I/AAAAAAAAB1U/F5jQEHEgXHw/s1600/DSC_0026.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_OV70InQJok/TqZj8jimY1I/AAAAAAAAB1U/F5jQEHEgXHw/s320/DSC_0026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667327073076011858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dNAjnU7xt-0/TqZj8Nat50I/AAAAAAAAB1I/zDDbm-VHSbE/s1600/DSC_0025.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dNAjnU7xt-0/TqZj8Nat50I/AAAAAAAAB1I/zDDbm-VHSbE/s320/DSC_0025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667327067137369922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 297&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Still at the Sevenoaks Wildlife Reserve we noticed that so many of the trees there had bunches of black berries hanging from them. Normally on here, I would say how I went away and with research to no avail, I looked for outside help to identify the mysterious berries. Well not this time! I remembered seeing photographs of Elderberries when doing  my in depth research for &lt;a href="http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/07/365-day-189.html"&gt;day 189&lt;/a&gt; ( I asked my expert friend.) On that day, I based my sculpt on the buds of Elderflowers,. So this time, I immediately knew that they were Elderberries and continued the walk thinking I could rival David Attenborough for nature knowledge. I mean, he has a script to read off, while Elderberries just rolled off my tongue (not literally.) They are edible of course though as I said on &lt;a href="http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/07/365-day-189.html"&gt;day 189&lt;/a&gt;, you just have to be sure they are ripe, because otherwise they can be poisonous. I was interested to learn Black Elderberry has more potent antiviral effect than Echinacea. Its extract has been found to be effective against the H5N1 strain of Avian Flu and can ward off general flu infections quickly. You watch, because of the vast numbers who read this, the next pandemic scare will see people rushing to the countryside, reaching to the trees to gather Elderberries!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-282267451738187862?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 297'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/282267451738187862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/10/365-day-297.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/282267451738187862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/282267451738187862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/10/365-day-297.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 297'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_OV70InQJok/TqZj8jimY1I/AAAAAAAAB1U/F5jQEHEgXHw/s72-c/DSC_0026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-7200303159133660403</id><published>2011-10-24T08:35:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T08:42:17.409+01:00</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 296</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6NlEunob-EM/TqUWE7Q_pYI/AAAAAAAAB08/5szF2KAoKjw/s1600/DSC_0022.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6NlEunob-EM/TqUWE7Q_pYI/AAAAAAAAB08/5szF2KAoKjw/s320/DSC_0022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666959979999896962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IVYHjCDPWjI/TqUWEgZSCSI/AAAAAAAAB0w/u_5_N2mPCUI/s1600/DSC_0024.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IVYHjCDPWjI/TqUWEgZSCSI/AAAAAAAAB0w/u_5_N2mPCUI/s320/DSC_0024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666959972786899234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 296&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;This sculpt is based on the flower head of a Sunflower with its yellow petals still lying over the inner bed of ‘florets’ and the green sepals folding over them. So not the classic image of a Sunflower, but I felt that this, for a sculpture without colour, was more suitable. It was a suitably sunny day and we were visiting the Sevenoaks Wildlife Reserve with the Sunflower being the first sight that drew my attention, just outside the garden there. This flower would soon be blooming and the promise of Kent farm fields full of the beaming heads loomed. I remember seeing such a field a few years ago when we were showing my friend around the area and we all had to get out of the car, just to take in the field. The flowers all faced the sun, as is their way, with the motion of heliotropism, or where a plant changes its orientation to follow the sun. The botanical name for Sunflowers is Helianthos, from the Greek ‘Helios’ meaning sun, and ‘Anthos’ meaning flower. They are native to the Americas where the Incas worshipped their image as a symbol of the sun god, but their seeds were brought to Europe in the 16th century  where they became a widespread cooking ingredient. Of course,  I can’t sculpt something inspired by a Sunflower without mentioning Vincent Van Gogh’s Sunflowers, which can’t be far from anyones mind when seeing them. The artist had left his native Holland  for Arles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font: 18.0px Arial; letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;in the South of France with dreams of an artist community there. Gauguin had agreed to visit, so while waiting, Van Gogh decided to paint Sunflowers. They were intended for what would be Gauguin’s room, the Yellow house that he rented out there. In the end, he created a series of paintings built up with thick brushstrokes and with a colour palate that would not have been possible prior to the innovations in manufactured pigments made in the 19th century. New yellows allowed more vibrancy and for Van Gogh to achieve the intensity of Sunflowers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-7200303159133660403?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.facebook.com/pages/Jonathan-Hateley-Sculptor/343150253775?ref=mf' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 296'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/7200303159133660403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/10/365-day-296.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/7200303159133660403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/7200303159133660403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/10/365-day-296.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 296'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6NlEunob-EM/TqUWE7Q_pYI/AAAAAAAAB08/5szF2KAoKjw/s72-c/DSC_0022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-2931325558500042543</id><published>2011-10-23T08:12:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T08:15:47.794+01:00</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 295</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wCZFFWsuyew/TqO_GTY76NI/AAAAAAAAB0g/IlKIwV5p-tQ/s1600/DSC_0021.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wCZFFWsuyew/TqO_GTY76NI/AAAAAAAAB0g/IlKIwV5p-tQ/s320/DSC_0021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666582871167199442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v5vOeZ9KEpg/TqO_GY1OE6I/AAAAAAAAB0Y/5ILCaU4C6mE/s1600/DSC_0020.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v5vOeZ9KEpg/TqO_GY1OE6I/AAAAAAAAB0Y/5ILCaU4C6mE/s320/DSC_0020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666582872628007842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 295&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Despite our Summer weather this year being average at best, we have had countless barbecues as we find our new house and larger garden makes for a more outdoor lifestyle when at home. On one particular day when we were preparing for a barbecue there was a knock on the door from our neighbour. She told me how the birds were really worth watching, as the Flying Ants were out. It’s a sign of our improved social situation at our new home, that I first found it a strange call. I couldn’t imagine our previous neighbours coming forth with such information and so I probably appeared a little ungrateful for the news. I went to the garden to see what the birds were doing, to be met with a frenzy of swooping and diving birds. They appeared to be dancing in the sky, with sudden changes of direction like I had never seen before. Then I realised what they were doing and connected it with what my neighbour had said. It was a Flying Ant feeding frenzy. We watched as we ate our own food at the garden table with a one or two Flying Ants arriving in front of us having so far escaped the predatory beaks. I decided to sculpt a Flying Ant  there and then. Flying Ants day is a fairly unpredictable annual event that sees thousands of them take to the skies from many different nests in the same area. I don’t know which one puts the word out, but it’s all in the interests of reproduction as the swarm becomes one large ant orgy!  The mating ritual means an end for the males, who die off when its over. Well, if you’ve got to go, then I guess that’s not such a bad way to go!  The  fertilised females (queen ants) meanwhile, shed their wings and go in search of a place to stay over Winter time in order to lay eggs and start a new colony the following Spring. They will be fertile for the rest of their lives and never need to engage in the ritual again. That is if the queen gets that far, as the birds eat about 1 in 10 of the ants. Only a few queens are successful in avoiding being eaten and finding an available home. If one tries to join an existing colony, it will be killed. For those that do make it, their ant larvae hatch in 3 to 4 weeks, being fed by the queen until they pupate, after which the worker ants emerge.All that mating and dying and only  a relative few make it to provide the following years ant population. I guess it works that way, or we would be overrun with plagues of ants and very fat birds! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-2931325558500042543?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 295'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/2931325558500042543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/10/365-day-295.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/2931325558500042543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/2931325558500042543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/10/365-day-295.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 295'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wCZFFWsuyew/TqO_GTY76NI/AAAAAAAAB0g/IlKIwV5p-tQ/s72-c/DSC_0021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-8012274066999903169</id><published>2011-10-22T08:08:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T08:33:23.498+01:00</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 294</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n7MJFo4xiic/TqJvGdAGk4I/AAAAAAAAB0M/8ymwWhmlBuU/s1600/DSC_0018.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n7MJFo4xiic/TqJvGdAGk4I/AAAAAAAAB0M/8ymwWhmlBuU/s320/DSC_0018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666213437840462722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VP3L_2y_F1k/TqJvGNjt6dI/AAAAAAAAB0A/qjXwyW8W6FU/s1600/DSC_0019.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VP3L_2y_F1k/TqJvGNjt6dI/AAAAAAAAB0A/qjXwyW8W6FU/s320/DSC_0019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666213433694874066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 294&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;One of my main memories of the Bough Beech country walk was that a large part of it was spent walking right through the middle of a field of Corn. Its not a familiar scene in the UK, so it felt like the landscape in some American movie. A bit like the Cornfield that Cary Grant ran to in ‘North by Northwest’, only we didn’t have a crop-duster aeroplane chasing us through it. When I saw the field originally and I have seen another one since, I really thought the UK was now able to grow lovely, juicy Sweetcorn on a large scale, but from what I have read since, it would seem not. We don’t have the climate to grow Corn very easily, in that there is insufficient summer warmth to ripen the crop. So it looks as though the Corn-on-the-Cob  that I saw and based my sculpt upon, will never have the rich yellow kernels that we are familiar with. These were a light cream green and had some way to go in size too.  There are now, apparently, new early maturing varieties, which, together with rising summer temperatures, has renewed interest in the crop. I sculpted a Corn plant growing in my friends garden on &lt;a href="http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/09/365-day-250.html"&gt;day 250&lt;/a&gt;, which perhaps was more suited to easier garden growing. Corn, or Maize, is a domesticated form of a wild grass first cultivated over 5,000 years ago in tropical Mexico. It was introduced to the UK in early part of the 20th century, but only as an animal forage crop. This, in the main, seems to be its use in UK agriculture today. No doubt the fields we walked through were specifically for animal foraging, due to its many advantages over grass, or for animal silage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-8012274066999903169?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 294'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/8012274066999903169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/10/365-day-294.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/8012274066999903169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/8012274066999903169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/10/365-day-294.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 294'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n7MJFo4xiic/TqJvGdAGk4I/AAAAAAAAB0M/8ymwWhmlBuU/s72-c/DSC_0018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-6678291418324864459</id><published>2011-10-21T06:11:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T06:19:53.165+01:00</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 293</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xfBVfxUz4FE/TqEAHRwebQI/AAAAAAAABz0/11_VeSUUJp0/s1600/DSC_0017.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xfBVfxUz4FE/TqEAHRwebQI/AAAAAAAABz0/11_VeSUUJp0/s320/DSC_0017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665809931234602242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oIZur8QBDPk/TqEAHA73EmI/AAAAAAAABzo/te3xBX8hp4w/s1600/DSC_0015.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oIZur8QBDPk/TqEAHA73EmI/AAAAAAAABzo/te3xBX8hp4w/s320/DSC_0015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665809926718952034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 293&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;This sculpt is based on the bent over Wheat heads I photographed during our our walk along the river Medway, where a whole vast field approaching harvest time lay before us. After surveying the field I immediately moved my attention to the ears of Wheat grain and the way they lay in rows around the stem, each fitting perfectly into its own space. For the most part, it is these ears which have made the plant the third most-produced cereal in the world after maize and rice. Over 600 million tons are produced in the world each year. Wheat is said to be the product of a cross between three different grass species said to have been made about 10,000 years B.C. There are even actual loaves of bread, baked in Egypt over 5,000 years ago, in the British Museum. The very nature of this plant and its importance to the world make it difficult to even begin writing about it here, but I stumbled upon a well designed website called ‘Wheat, a plant that changed the world’ which is worth a look. This walk came at a time when I began to worry that reference was becoming difficult to come by. Our weekends were the only time I had to take nature walks and they had to be curtailed with pending jobs to do on the house. I worried that as the height of Summer had passed and we would be, before we knew it back into Autumn and that inspiration would become thin on the ground. I have worried about this before though! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c; min-height: 22.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline ; letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.allaboutwheat.info/default.html"&gt;http://www.allaboutwheat.info/default.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-6678291418324864459?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 293'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/6678291418324864459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/10/365-day-293.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/6678291418324864459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/6678291418324864459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/10/365-day-293.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 293'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xfBVfxUz4FE/TqEAHRwebQI/AAAAAAAABz0/11_VeSUUJp0/s72-c/DSC_0017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-4701508084924975736</id><published>2011-10-20T06:20:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T06:29:29.454+01:00</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 292</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nQeEqO8xO3o/Tp-xo7Cdd1I/AAAAAAAABzY/p903C8_75PE/s1600/DSC_0013.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nQeEqO8xO3o/Tp-xo7Cdd1I/AAAAAAAABzY/p903C8_75PE/s320/DSC_0013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665442172856268626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2fs69fHz-Rc/Tp-xon5ZxhI/AAAAAAAABzQ/-HmcHSNC3Qc/s1600/DSC_0014.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2fs69fHz-Rc/Tp-xon5ZxhI/AAAAAAAABzQ/-HmcHSNC3Qc/s320/DSC_0014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665442167718004242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 292&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;At last I had finally sculpted what I see as healthy ‘green’ Acorn which were growing in numbers on all the oak trees. On &lt;a href="http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/01/365-day-14.html"&gt;day 14&lt;/a&gt; I had sculpted some small brown Acorns, from my early nature foraging, that I had found on the ground as Autumn turned to winter. As recently as &lt;a href="http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/10/365-day-280.html"&gt;day 280&lt;/a&gt; I sculpted a knopper gall formed onto an Acorn by a gall wasp. Now though, seemingly the result of my subconscious locking into my brain the comment I wrote as early as &lt;a href="http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/01/365-day-14.html"&gt;day 14&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;i&gt;“wait until I see a healthy growing acorn later in the project” &lt;/i&gt;I have now sculpted one. If you take away how common they are and how familiar they are to us, one can see a little piece of nature perfection in an Acorn.  I mean, here is a nut growing in its own little cup, like an egg in an egg cup! Oak trees start to produce Acorns when they are about 30 years old and an average mature tree will produce about 2,000 Acorns a year. In the unlikely event that an Acorn should survive being eaten or rotting under a covering of leaves, the seed inside will feed on the bulk of the Acorn, while at the same time it roots into the earth. First though it would have to avoid a number of birds, like jays, pigeons, some woodpeckers and ducks, all of which are rather partial to them. Then there are the small rodent mammals  and especially squirrels. Pigs like an Acorn, as do deer but they are toxic to some animals, including horses. Acorns are one of the most important wildlife foods and were even important around the world in early human history. They contain large amounts of protein, carbohydrates and fats as well as minerals. While this all varies a little between different species, in general they all compare well with other wild foods and including other nuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-4701508084924975736?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 292'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/4701508084924975736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/10/365-day-292.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/4701508084924975736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/4701508084924975736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/10/365-day-292.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 292'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nQeEqO8xO3o/Tp-xo7Cdd1I/AAAAAAAABzY/p903C8_75PE/s72-c/DSC_0013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-8964046754049080954</id><published>2011-10-19T06:09:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T06:19:18.624+01:00</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 291</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QFE_2S5LU68/Tp5dvBKo51I/AAAAAAAAByw/_GwAcSZw4Gk/s1600/DSC_0011.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QFE_2S5LU68/Tp5dvBKo51I/AAAAAAAAByw/_GwAcSZw4Gk/s320/DSC_0011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665068443626956626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lvs7UyvvUtU/Tp5duxkG0FI/AAAAAAAAByg/6DQ0UbnxGZI/s1600/DSC_0010.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lvs7UyvvUtU/Tp5duxkG0FI/AAAAAAAAByg/6DQ0UbnxGZI/s320/DSC_0010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665068439438807122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 291&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Another one for my expert friend. I do wonder throughout my writings, if there is a better way to describe    my expert friend, but the term seems to have stuck for now! I was quite surprised when the name for the plant that inspired this sculpt came back as Mint. I’m not sure if I had ever seen mint flowering, but it seems there are a number of varieties in the same genus, and mine, given its appearance and where I saw it,  seemed to be a match for Water Mint. I saw the plant growing profusely in clumps, as we walked the paths set back from a reservoir on the Bough Beech country walk. They were growing in fields which were, presumably, relatively wetter than other fields, given their proximity to the reservoir, but still some distance a way. The plant can actually grow right on the waters edge and even partially submerged.  All parts of Water Mint have a distinctly minty smell  and can be eaten, though the flavour doesn’t compare well with cultivated garden mint plants. I read that garden mint is actually a hybrid of Water Mint and in the main, spearmint. The subject of my sculpture are the crowded pretty balls of pink flowers which are pollinated by a range of insects, but particularly honey bees. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Palatino; min-height: 20.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-8964046754049080954?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 291'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/8964046754049080954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/10/365-day-291.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/8964046754049080954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/8964046754049080954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/10/365-day-291.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 291'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QFE_2S5LU68/Tp5dvBKo51I/AAAAAAAAByw/_GwAcSZw4Gk/s72-c/DSC_0011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-2000853204814550630</id><published>2011-10-18T09:23:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T09:33:01.918+01:00</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 290</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mwDbkAh4sgk/Tp03_jgGoxI/AAAAAAAAByU/zgH_LJ78HkQ/s1600/DSC_0009.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mwDbkAh4sgk/Tp03_jgGoxI/AAAAAAAAByU/zgH_LJ78HkQ/s320/DSC_0009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664745471303131922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Au7SiZb-uzc/Tp03_N3v52I/AAAAAAAAByI/4jcNO2fes_g/s1600/DSC_0007.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Au7SiZb-uzc/Tp03_N3v52I/AAAAAAAAByI/4jcNO2fes_g/s320/DSC_0007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664745465496725346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p color="#56533c" style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 290&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;This turned out a rather strange looking sculpt, with me not able to see beyond an unusual pair of big lips, like in a caricature of Mick Jagger. In a way, I guess I could stretch the point and say the flowers were like that too! I saw the orchid-like pink flowers blooming on a number of bushes, often overhanging the water, on our walk along the river Medway.  My expert friend informed me the plant was Himalayan Balsam and explained that it had become an invasive problem plant. I learnt that it is a large succulent plant native to the Himalayas which was introduced to Kew gardens in 1839 as a garden plant. It ‘escaped’ the greenhouses there and established itself throughout the British Isles and beyond. I got an image at this stage of my research, of a plant on the run with big lips grinning as it went. I should say that this image takes us along way from a plant that has pretty flowers. It has many other names, one of which is Policeman’s helmet, likening its flowers to their old style head wear. I can’t see it myself, but then I didn’t find a name likening them to lips. My expert friend also told me how Beekeepers love Himalayan Balsam, basically because the honeybees love. It is though, the aggressive seed dispersal together with its high nectar production, thus attracting the pollinators, which often means it can outcompete with native plants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-2000853204814550630?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 290'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/2000853204814550630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/10/365-day-290.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/2000853204814550630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/2000853204814550630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/10/365-day-290.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 290'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mwDbkAh4sgk/Tp03_jgGoxI/AAAAAAAAByU/zgH_LJ78HkQ/s72-c/DSC_0009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-6968887002477656546</id><published>2011-10-17T07:22:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T07:30:21.714+01:00</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 289</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f9kkCocwt38/TpvLT3bW-zI/AAAAAAAABx4/rxvjoBDKE5I/s1600/DSC_0005.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f9kkCocwt38/TpvLT3bW-zI/AAAAAAAABx4/rxvjoBDKE5I/s320/DSC_0005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664344498505186098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gm0a1_0BbKs/TpvLTsQIVyI/AAAAAAAABxw/tt4Mbc76G8w/s1600/DSC_0006.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gm0a1_0BbKs/TpvLTsQIVyI/AAAAAAAABxw/tt4Mbc76G8w/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664344495505299234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 289&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Our new neighbours are actually friends of ours and we have always marvelled at their garden. Well now we reap a few benefits from living right next to it, as we see their flowers in bloom, some creeping over our fences as well as more blackberries to join our own. A small tree is also overhanging and I looked at the fruit a number of times without knowing what it was. Then one day Sarina, in conversation with our neighbour discussed the Fig tree growing there and if we wanted to cut it back. I have always known Sarina was a Fig fan, so knew there would be no need for it to be cut back. I meanwhile, maintained a silence about my prior ignorance about the tree and enjoyed the fact that something so unusual, to me anyway, was growing into our garden. The edible Fig is one of the first plants to be cultivated by humans and were a common food source for the Romans. The over-the-fence conversation was a brief respite from tiling the bathroom on this particular day. My days had become an endless run of getting up, creating a sculpt, doing some writing, putting my ‘365’ online, and working to get our bathroom finished so we would be able to wash properly! The bathroom had been gutted, leaving us a small sink in one of the bedrooms and an outside toilet, so the need to finish was pressing. Timings on adhesives, availability of plasterers and plumbers going on holiday all stretched out the length of time that work on the bathroom would last. My sculptures added to the pressure, but in a way, with the project going back to when we were in our previous home, it had acted as a constant in my life while all about me continued to be strange. As much as I love our new home, part of me thinks I won’t truly be living in it until my project is finished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-6968887002477656546?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 289'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/6968887002477656546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/10/365-day-289.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/6968887002477656546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/6968887002477656546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/10/365-day-289.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 289'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f9kkCocwt38/TpvLT3bW-zI/AAAAAAAABx4/rxvjoBDKE5I/s72-c/DSC_0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-5685696597862970994</id><published>2011-10-16T08:58:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T09:04:05.388+01:00</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 288</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_SCRp0aSn6g/TpqPvvoi9cI/AAAAAAAABxk/k8RMAkCgv74/s1600/DSC_0004.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_SCRp0aSn6g/TpqPvvoi9cI/AAAAAAAABxk/k8RMAkCgv74/s320/DSC_0004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663997531774973378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sL2M0KVodks/TpqPvXZDm4I/AAAAAAAABxY/E_Ef693Zh8c/s1600/DSC_0003.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sL2M0KVodks/TpqPvXZDm4I/AAAAAAAABxY/E_Ef693Zh8c/s320/DSC_0003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663997525267553154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 288&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I have been seeing Teasel from the very start of this project when they were brown and dry, or even covered in snow, through to Summer, when their familiar oval head shape is highlighted with belts of lavender coloured flowers. I had, however, avoided sculpting one because, by nature, they are full of spikes. It is best avoiding thin and pointed forms that stick out of a sculpt as ultimately, they have to be moulded and cast. Anything like that is very difficult to take a mould from and the resulting cast would be vulnerable to breaking anyway. When I saw lots of Teasel growing in the wild garden around the Bough Beech centre, I promised myself I would finally attempt an impression of the flower head, the result of which is todays sculpt. The main thing I learnt about Teasel, or specifically the Fuller’s Teasel, was its use in textiles. They act as a natural comb for cleaning, aligning and raising the nap on fabrics and particularly wool. The cultivated plant is so-called because supervision of the ‘gigging’ or ‘napping’ operations in a mill was always carried out by the fuller. By the 20th century, Teasels were largely replaced by metal cards which were more uniform and didn’t need constant replacing. However, some people still prefer the use of Teasel today when raising the nap on weaved wool. The name Teasel comes from the word tease, but not from any kind of ability to annoy, but in referring to it disentangling fibres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-5685696597862970994?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 288'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/5685696597862970994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/10/365-day-288.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/5685696597862970994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/5685696597862970994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/10/365-day-288.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 288'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_SCRp0aSn6g/TpqPvvoi9cI/AAAAAAAABxk/k8RMAkCgv74/s72-c/DSC_0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-6079061267829351760</id><published>2011-10-15T08:31:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T08:44:30.131+01:00</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 287</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_8A3Xd5n8E/Tpk4mDfnj4I/AAAAAAAABxM/83wKy8f7ayc/s1600/DSC_0001.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_8A3Xd5n8E/Tpk4mDfnj4I/AAAAAAAABxM/83wKy8f7ayc/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663620232819216258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kEx9IbeXsjo/Tpk4l8NLITI/AAAAAAAABxA/Oubht6CHgvs/s1600/DSC_0002.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kEx9IbeXsjo/Tpk4l8NLITI/AAAAAAAABxA/Oubht6CHgvs/s320/DSC_0002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663620230862807346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 287&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I was drawn to this plant during our Bough Beech walk. Buds, stem and leaves were all a light green colour so I guess it was the different textures which caught my eye. If it hadn’t been for the project, I am sure I would have walked right past the plant, but its amazing what there is to find out about the most inconspicuous aspects of nature. In this case, I first had to find the identity of the plant and research for it came at a time when I had a long list of ‘unknowns.’ Time for sculptures, research and writing was being squeezed by knocking walls down, creating stud walls and plaster boarding, as we created our new bathroom. It is at such difficult times that you hope things will, ultimately, somehow get done and a huge contribution to this was made by my expert friend. Having sent an email full of photos of unidentified plants, I received a response with a name next to almost all of them. Next to this plant was the name Mugwort! There was much to read about Mugwort, but with a name sounding like something out of Harry Potter, I thought I would concentrate on its ‘magical’ properties. Mugwort is much used in witchcraft and is said to be particularly useful for aiding astral projection and inducing vivid dreams. Prior to sleeping, if you consume a tincture of the plant, the intensity of your dreams  and the level of control of them will be greater, as well as aiding the recollection of them when awake. It is also very good for cleaning crystal balls and magic mirrors, which is very useful. Placing leaves at the base of your crystal ball will actually aid psychic readings too. Obviously, like all good herbs, it protects against ‘dark elves’, ‘evil things’ and wild animals, but if you are on foot when meeting such ‘things’, place some Mugwort in your shoes to help with fatigue, the Romans swear by it! There was also an Old English charm from the 10th century, called the ‘Nine Herbs Charm’ containing Mugwort and this was intended for the treatment of poison and infection. Mugwort will increase your lust and fertility, prevent backache and cure disease and madness. So all the more reason to include it when seasoning fish or meat. Naturally, it is said to aid women having trouble with their monthly cycle, a continuing theme in this project! The sculptor, it should be said, cannot be held responsible for any efforts in relieving such problems and is in no way promoting the use of witchcraft, very useful though it might be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-6079061267829351760?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 287'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/6079061267829351760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/10/365-day-287.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/6079061267829351760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/6079061267829351760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/10/365-day-287.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 287'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_8A3Xd5n8E/Tpk4mDfnj4I/AAAAAAAABxM/83wKy8f7ayc/s72-c/DSC_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-1282616391310837847</id><published>2011-10-14T06:15:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T06:27:59.766+01:00</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 286</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UJB4SoP0R4A/TpfILBoFRCI/AAAAAAAABw0/43OF9fsdYbo/s1600/DSC_0056.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UJB4SoP0R4A/TpfILBoFRCI/AAAAAAAABw0/43OF9fsdYbo/s320/DSC_0056.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663215148182357026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8HdpEyCqQK4/TpfIK108oyI/AAAAAAAABwo/YYTSATC2890/s1600/DSC_0057.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8HdpEyCqQK4/TpfIK108oyI/AAAAAAAABwo/YYTSATC2890/s320/DSC_0057.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663215145015092002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 286 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;This beetle kept demanding to be sculpted. It had shown up on a number of occasions when taking photographs of flowers, like thistles, daisies and carrot family members such as wild angelica. Yet despite this, it hadn’t managed to get through my strict nature vetting procedure! I had always liked its shape though and been attracted to its red and black colouring and its insistence on being sculpted caused me to finally give in. I have a book, kindly donated to the cause by my wonderful wife, which has served me well throughout my project as my first port of call for identifying and before resorting to the internet and my expert friend. Well having found the insect section and turned the page a few times, I immediately caught sight of my beetle friend, Cantharis Pellucida of course! Also referred to as a soldier beetle. They are known to  be frequent visitors, as it turns out, to open structured flowers just like the ones where I had been seeing them. Here they sit feeding on nectar and pollen, but also preying on other small insects which visit the flowers. Their larvae, which resemble small velvety caterpillars, are also predators, though ground dwellers who like a bit of slug or snail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-1282616391310837847?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 286'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/1282616391310837847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/10/365-day-286.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/1282616391310837847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/1282616391310837847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/10/365-day-286.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 286'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UJB4SoP0R4A/TpfILBoFRCI/AAAAAAAABw0/43OF9fsdYbo/s72-c/DSC_0056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-6955167586800625915</id><published>2011-10-13T09:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T09:07:23.988+01:00</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 285</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ePmHdau_56w/TpabFAcfQsI/AAAAAAAABwY/1KdppJHCUls/s1600/DSC_0055.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ePmHdau_56w/TpabFAcfQsI/AAAAAAAABwY/1KdppJHCUls/s320/DSC_0055.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662884091786117826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BLBawOkZ_sY/TpabE4PMuaI/AAAAAAAABwQ/Dq3YbYUZmOc/s1600/DSC_0054.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BLBawOkZ_sY/TpabE4PMuaI/AAAAAAAABwQ/Dq3YbYUZmOc/s320/DSC_0054.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662884089582893474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 285&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;We walked a short way around to the back of the Oast house and through a gate which opened out onto the Kent countryside. After just a few steps more, I notice a bushy tree with smooth, green fruit. I was sure the fruit was some sort of plum and having searched the internet for images, I came up with a match. Finally my expert friend confirmed them as Greengages. I wanted to make the sculpt simple and smooth, like the fruits themselves and was as pleased with the sculpt as any before it.  It is thought Greengages  originated from a wild green plum in Armenia, just east of Turkey. They were developed in Moissac, France where they are known as Reine Claude in honour of Queen Claude. It would seem though, the name Greengages could be attributed to several different members of the Gage family. Perhaps it was Thomas Gage, a botanist and traveller who introduced the fruit to England and the name was given in his honour. Or was it Rev. John Gage who brought it to the country having got them from the Chartreuse Monastery? Was Sir William Gage, 7th Baronet, the first to import from France? I can almost imagine a squabble in the family over who gave their name to a plum, but that is just in my imagination. My favourite explanation is that  Rev. John Gage sent some young trees from France to his brother, Sir William in Bury St Edmunds. Their labels were lost in transit, so when the gardener planted them, he labelled them ‘green Gages’ after his master and the name stuck. I have yet to taste one, but I read that they are known for their ‘rich confectionary flavour’ and are considered ‘one of the finest desert plums’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-6955167586800625915?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 285'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/6955167586800625915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/10/365-day-285.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/6955167586800625915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/6955167586800625915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/10/365-day-285.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 285'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ePmHdau_56w/TpabFAcfQsI/AAAAAAAABwY/1KdppJHCUls/s72-c/DSC_0055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-3983212682581422026</id><published>2011-10-12T08:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T08:08:35.394+01:00</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 284</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MEPSFVaGH9M/TpU7_BDslWI/AAAAAAAABwI/nXhbs7V88TA/s1600/DSC_0052.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MEPSFVaGH9M/TpU7_BDslWI/AAAAAAAABwI/nXhbs7V88TA/s320/DSC_0052.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662498060290004322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_Z6SG_Vnf8/TpU7-yIXY5I/AAAAAAAABv4/nCH1Bgtf8sU/s1600/DSC_0053.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_Z6SG_Vnf8/TpU7-yIXY5I/AAAAAAAABv4/nCH1Bgtf8sU/s320/DSC_0053.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662498056283054994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 284&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;We visited the Bough Beech Visitor Centre and Reserve near Sevenoaks in Kent for a new walk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt; in an area covered by the Kent Wildlife Trust. The actual centre was set up inside a 19th century Oast house which couldn’t have been more appropriate for todays sculpt. The sculpt is based on the female flowers or cone clusters of the Hop plant, or Hops.  It was a warm sunny day, and quintessentially Kentish, with the the Hops growing outside the Oast house where they would once have been taken for drying. Hops are well known for their use in beer making as a flavouring and stability ingredient, adding a bitter tangy flavour to the brew. They are a climbing plant that can grow as tall as 15 feet high. and so required something to grow up to. A framework of poles, wires and strings would be erected with the workers using stilts to reach them. Kent was the first and most successful area for Hop farming in the UK, providing by far, the biggest percentage of Hops throughout the countries history. It has well drained, strong, fertile soil together with a mild climate and had a large enthusiastic work force in nearby London. We live near a very large Hop farm in Paddock Wood, more known for holding concerts and events now, but we once looked around the exhibition there, dedicated to Hop growing and its history.  I came away with a real feel for the camaraderie that existed between the workers, who arrived in their tens of thousands for working holidays picking Hops every September. Machinery gradually reduced the need for manual work, but the ‘hop’ from London continued until the 1960’s. However, the industry declined due to many reasons, not least because Lager became the more popular drink, and it required fewer Hops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-3983212682581422026?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 284'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/3983212682581422026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/10/365-day-284.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/3983212682581422026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/3983212682581422026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/10/365-day-284.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 284'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MEPSFVaGH9M/TpU7_BDslWI/AAAAAAAABwI/nXhbs7V88TA/s72-c/DSC_0052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-4652436844852449859</id><published>2011-10-11T06:14:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T06:24:56.573+01:00</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 283</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YPPtpoBL7wo/TpPRTX4aKiI/AAAAAAAABvs/10w4EjNG4FI/s1600/DSC_0051.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YPPtpoBL7wo/TpPRTX4aKiI/AAAAAAAABvs/10w4EjNG4FI/s320/DSC_0051.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662099287293176354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k62WivSVB-8/TpPRTF0G8oI/AAAAAAAABvg/HkyTA0el9DU/s1600/DSC_0050.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k62WivSVB-8/TpPRTF0G8oI/AAAAAAAABvg/HkyTA0el9DU/s320/DSC_0050.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662099282443301506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #444444"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 283&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #444444"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;A sculpt based on a Cow! This Cow is for all the Cows I see in the fields on the way to my studio and for that matter, on many of our walks and drives. In writing a little about my sculpts, I am generally using the opportunity to learn about a subject which prior to sculpting I knew nothing about. Or, I try to find out something different or surprising facts about something I have some knowledge of. In the case of Cows, I didn’t feel inspired to learn more about the meat and dairy industry and I took it for granted they had been domesticated for a long time, in fact 5000 years. So I searched the internet and learnt about Big Bertha, the oldest living cow recorded at nearly 49 years old (she died 3 months prior to her birthday.) She also hold the record for lifetime breeding, having produced 39 calves. Coming from the West Midlands, I contemplated  what a Cow living there would ‘mooo’ like after reading that the accent of a cow’s mooing depends on the region it belongs to. Could that really be true? What must a Liverpudlian Cow sound like and how many different ways can moo be mooed anyway? Cows are curious and I can attest to that having witnessed the mutual interest between one and a friends similarly coloured dog yesterday. They can smell odours up to 5 miles away and  hear higher and lower frequencies better than humans. They also bear grudges, love each other (its on the internet so it must be true,) baby sit for one another, have friends and so are intelligent, sentient creatures. My knowledge of how far the  Cow’s status in Hindu religion went was sketchy at best, though I knew they are highly respected. I read somewhere that they were originally to be treated with the same respect ‘as one’s mother, because of the milk they provide. Apparently observant Hindus almost always abstain from beef and the slaughter of Cows is considered a terrible sin in mainstream Orthodox Hinduism. Such slaughter is forbidden by law in many states in India, and outlets of Macdonalds in the country don’t serve beef burgers. Nowadays, one of the most mentioned subjects I hear about in relation to Cows is the problem we seem to have with their err,  ‘wind problem’. Their rather large contribution to the concerning  levels of greenhouse gas emissions has scientists and farmers at odds, but I encourage you to visit the link below for a rather, erm, down to earth to earth take on the subject.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #444444"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline ; letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.show.me.uk/site/news/STO873.html"&gt;http://www.show.me.uk/site/news/STO873.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #444444"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #444444"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-4652436844852449859?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 283'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/4652436844852449859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/10/365-day-283.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/4652436844852449859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/4652436844852449859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/10/365-day-283.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 283'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YPPtpoBL7wo/TpPRTX4aKiI/AAAAAAAABvs/10w4EjNG4FI/s72-c/DSC_0051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-3311294981166519309</id><published>2011-10-10T06:06:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T06:25:32.920+01:00</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 282</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RUCfGBag4ug/TpJ95WLLIxI/AAAAAAAABvY/AeTQsmvIZGM/s1600/DSC_0048.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RUCfGBag4ug/TpJ95WLLIxI/AAAAAAAABvY/AeTQsmvIZGM/s320/DSC_0048.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661726105716597522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uGWLvMRAdBQ/TpJ95GcCyWI/AAAAAAAABvQ/8Pk-U-cum7s/s1600/DSC_0049.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uGWLvMRAdBQ/TpJ95GcCyWI/AAAAAAAABvQ/8Pk-U-cum7s/s320/DSC_0049.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661726101492386146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 282&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;At last, I saw some fruits on the Common Mallow! Oh dear, what have I become, rejoicing at the sight of the fruit on a wildflower, I used to go regularly  to football matches you know! Well it really was a confirmation of my findings on &lt;a href="http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/08/365-day-215.html"&gt;day 215 &lt;/a&gt;when I sculpted the buds of the Common Mallow, or at least that’s what I thought it was. The fruit confirmed to me, what would have been obvious to many others, that my identification was correct and that gave me a feeling of real satisfaction. They were also a good starting point for a sculpt. The fruits are compared in appearance to cheese wheels and gave the plant one of its common names, ‘Cheeses’. Inside each ‘cheese wheel’ develops a ring of tightly packed Nutlets which pop out when ready. As well as learning that the crushed leaves of Mallow were used to draw out wasp stings and the sap used to make a soothing ointment, I also learnt something I had long pondered about. Had this plant got anything to do with marshmallows? Well there is a common relative to this plant called the Marsh Mallow and its roots were originally used to make the sweets that we toast on fires. Nowadays though, they are made with the starch, sugar gelatine and syrup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font: 16.0px Arial; letter-spacing: 0.0px color: #0e1f99"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="font: 16.0px Arial; letter-spacing: 0.0px color: #0e1f99"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-3311294981166519309?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 282'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/3311294981166519309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/10/365-day-282.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/3311294981166519309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/3311294981166519309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/10/365-day-282.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 282'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RUCfGBag4ug/TpJ95WLLIxI/AAAAAAAABvY/AeTQsmvIZGM/s72-c/DSC_0048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-7411111157209734318</id><published>2011-10-09T09:48:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T09:57:23.725+01:00</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 281</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DhGPY7dx_5M/TpFglrBXxmI/AAAAAAAABvI/JORiI5Yu9f0/s1600/DSC_0046.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DhGPY7dx_5M/TpFglrBXxmI/AAAAAAAABvI/JORiI5Yu9f0/s320/DSC_0046.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661412406901327458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-umn3VAowsCU/TpFglXo80bI/AAAAAAAABvA/QPuOYj_f4bc/s1600/DSC_0043.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-umn3VAowsCU/TpFglXo80bI/AAAAAAAABvA/QPuOYj_f4bc/s320/DSC_0043.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661412401698623922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 281&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;This sculpt takes me back to our visit to Western Park. It is based on the Thistles that were flowering abundantly in the meadow where I walked alone, while Sarina walked with my mom on the pathway. Maybe it’s because I haven’t noticed nature before in the same way as I have this year, but it seems to have been a good year for Thistles. They were the subject of my sculpts on day 231 and 232 following my visit to Scotland  and so I deliberated over whether or not to create this sculpt. Finally, over two weeks since the last Western Park sculpt I decided that the walk had been such a special one, that I had to give an impression of the many Thistles on display that day. Occasionally during this project I have included a poem with my writing, as I have done in this case with ‘Thistles’ by Ted Hughes. Usually the poems have presented themselves to me during internet searches and not through a deep knowledge of poetry on my part. Sometimes though, they do say something about the subject which another description fails to get across and so I feel it worth me posting them. I’m not sure what I think about this one! I certainly get a feeling for the way the Thistles come forth, resiliently, despite humans best efforts to remove them, but I have to admit, even if it gives away my lack of attention during school poetry classes, I just don’t get the Viking comparison. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 13.0px 'Hoefler Text';  min-height: 16.0pxcolor:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 13.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Against the rubber tongues of cows and the hoeing hands of men&lt;br /&gt;Thistles spike the summer air&lt;br /&gt;And crackle open under a blue-black pressure.&lt;br /&gt;Every one a revengeful burst&lt;br /&gt;Of resurrection, a grasphed fistful&lt;br /&gt;Of splintered weapons and Icelandic frost thrust up&lt;br /&gt;From the underground stain of a decayed Viking.&lt;br /&gt;They are like pale hair and the gutturals of dialects.&lt;br /&gt;Every one manages a plume of blood.&lt;br /&gt;Then they grow grey like men.&lt;br /&gt;Mown down, it is a feud. Their sons appear&lt;br /&gt;Stiff with weapons, fighting back over the same ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 13.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 13.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-7411111157209734318?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 281'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/7411111157209734318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/10/365-day-281.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/7411111157209734318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/7411111157209734318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/10/365-day-281.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 281'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DhGPY7dx_5M/TpFglrBXxmI/AAAAAAAABvI/JORiI5Yu9f0/s72-c/DSC_0046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-3358618494279963423</id><published>2011-10-08T09:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T09:39:08.186+01:00</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 280</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ntx6oDnh3HM/TpAKKxDajvI/AAAAAAAABu4/c_POUidwbGs/s1600/DSC_0041.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ntx6oDnh3HM/TpAKKxDajvI/AAAAAAAABu4/c_POUidwbGs/s320/DSC_0041.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661035911687343858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jaHAP51uebM/TpAKKrJbySI/AAAAAAAABuw/oYf76hh7FcA/s1600/DSC_0042.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jaHAP51uebM/TpAKKrJbySI/AAAAAAAABuw/oYf76hh7FcA/s320/DSC_0042.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661035910101977378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 280&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Continuing our walk along the River Medway I came across an oak tree with some Acorns in the early stages of  growth. What I didn’t expect to see though, was what was ‘growing’ right next to the Acorns. It was like some kind of alien, a lumpy, even spiky light green growth, and there were more elsewhere on the tree, all different shapes and sizes. One of the most familiar aspects of British nature had been taken over by these aliens, taking them from their beautiful symmetrical acorn and cup and pulling them in all directions to create totally irregular mutations. I immediately sent my findings over to a scientific lab for analysis..... well, I sent some photos to my expert friend when I got home from our lovely walk. The news came back that the aliens were Andricus quercuscallcis, or Gall Wasps and they had created Knopper Galls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;The wasp lays its egg on a developing acorn in early summer and when that hatches, the grub secretes chemicals on to it. It appears as a mass of green plant tissue inside which the grub pupates. If several grubs are inside, all finding space, the galls shape can be come so contorted. Gradually the galls darken and become brown with age, until they drop to the ground in Autumn. The first generation of adult, all female wasps leave the galls in early Spring  and lay their eggs on the acorns. A second generation of male and female wasps hatch and mate, before the females go on to lay their eggs again. I just wonder why in all my years on the planet, I have come to know Acorns well, but have never seen the galls, despite these wasps being busy all this time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-3358618494279963423?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 280'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/3358618494279963423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/10/365-day-280.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/3358618494279963423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/3358618494279963423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/10/365-day-280.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 280'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ntx6oDnh3HM/TpAKKxDajvI/AAAAAAAABu4/c_POUidwbGs/s72-c/DSC_0041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-7646284135061796862</id><published>2011-10-07T06:23:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T06:33:56.353+01:00</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 279</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QV7FoH54Y1w/To6NTOh0CDI/AAAAAAAABuo/4IvtcoFLTEI/s1600/DSC_0039.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QV7FoH54Y1w/To6NTOh0CDI/AAAAAAAABuo/4IvtcoFLTEI/s320/DSC_0039.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660617143108241458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HYfdHSq7VBg/To6NS_FicrI/AAAAAAAABug/FT1IYrzqXnc/s1600/DSC_0040.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HYfdHSq7VBg/To6NS_FicrI/AAAAAAAABug/FT1IYrzqXnc/s320/DSC_0040.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660617138963116722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 279&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;This sculpt is based on one of my favourite wild flowers I have come across during the course of the year. I first spotted the clusters of yellow disc flowers in one single plant on a new walk we discovered in the Kent countryside just outside Tonbridge near a village called Golden Green. We were walking alongside the river Medway, and there she was, ‘Tansy’ in all her glory! A name that is said to be from the Greek word Athanasia, which means immortality, possibly because it flowers for so long, or perhaps that it preserved dead bodies from decay!  My sculpt takes a little license here, but the flowers were a good excuse to do a rather elaborate texture. The plant, once it had been identified by my expert friend, had much to offer as well, whether you need it as a medicine against worms or for flavouring cakes and puddings! Perhaps even a good excuse to eat lots of cakes if you do happen to have worms! Actually, I think such practices with Tansy may have been discarded or at least I imagine some consider them ill advised as Tansy contains compounds which make the leaves and flowers toxic if eaten in large quantities. That said, the list of other possible potential uses are numerous, from insect repellant, aiding migraines, calming nerves, joint pain to a variety of stomach related problems. Contrary to that, I read that 10 drops of Tansy oil can cause much flushing of the head and giddiness, even causing deaths according to one article. 1 to 4 drops should be fine though!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A poem by John Clare describes the delights of tansy and other herbs:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And where the marjoram once, and sage, and rue,  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text';  min-height: 22.0pxcolor:#56533c;"&gt;                                 &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(86, 83, 60); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;And balm, and mint, with curl'd-leaf parsley grew&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text';  min-height: 22.0pxcolor:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(86, 83, 60); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And double marigolds, and silver thyme, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And pumpkins 'neath the window climb;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And where I often, when a child, for hours  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tried through the pales to get the tempting flowers,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;i&gt; As lady's laces, everlasting peas,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;i&gt;True-love-lies-bleeding, with the hearts-at-ease,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;i&gt;   And golden rods, and tansy running high, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p color="#56533c" style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;i&gt;   That o'er the pale-tops smiled on passers-by.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p color="#56533c" style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p color="#56533c" style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text';  min-height: 22.0pxcolor:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;i&gt;                                      &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-7646284135061796862?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 279'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/7646284135061796862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/10/365-day-278.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/7646284135061796862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/7646284135061796862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/10/365-day-278.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 279'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QV7FoH54Y1w/To6NTOh0CDI/AAAAAAAABuo/4IvtcoFLTEI/s72-c/DSC_0039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-7665045081572400523</id><published>2011-10-06T06:18:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T06:34:28.775+01:00</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 278</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Ere80IH6Pk/To065tXz0CI/AAAAAAAABuY/YrCqX3ZwnDw/s1600/DSC_0038.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Ere80IH6Pk/To065tXz0CI/AAAAAAAABuY/YrCqX3ZwnDw/s320/DSC_0038.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660245069780996130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QZHVm_HfUaY/To065caQ5pI/AAAAAAAABuQ/7pZ2s6LwFAo/s1600/DSC_0037.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QZHVm_HfUaY/To065caQ5pI/AAAAAAAABuQ/7pZ2s6LwFAo/s320/DSC_0037.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660245065227888274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 278&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I wanted this sculpt to match the ‘neatness’ of the plant itself with the symmetry of each leaf position and length on either side of the stem. It was another period when it seemed that nature wasn’t providing me with enough material, but something always  does seem to turn up. This time in the form of Hard Fern. I had sculpted a brown winter fern as early as &lt;a href="http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/01/365-day-8.html"&gt;day 8&lt;/a&gt; of the project and unfurling fern fronds on &lt;a href="http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/06/365-day-168-another-walk-around.html"&gt;day 168&lt;/a&gt;, but this was a different kind of fern and stood out as I walked past it in Bedgebury Pinetum. It was a healthy green and altogether, rather handsome plant that remains so, as an evergreen, for much of the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-7665045081572400523?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 278'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/7665045081572400523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/10/365-day-277_06.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/7665045081572400523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/7665045081572400523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/10/365-day-277_06.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 278'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Ere80IH6Pk/To065tXz0CI/AAAAAAAABuY/YrCqX3ZwnDw/s72-c/DSC_0038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-2479972610555335353</id><published>2011-10-05T06:09:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T06:23:07.585+01:00</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 277</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DRpULx6Wfz4/TovpG0mj-wI/AAAAAAAABuI/6xF19oEFtM4/s1600/DSC_0036.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DRpULx6Wfz4/TovpG0mj-wI/AAAAAAAABuI/6xF19oEFtM4/s320/DSC_0036.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659873660130032386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_t7GZIWugTI/TovpGVmbmfI/AAAAAAAABuA/rRVAdENMDq0/s1600/DSC_0035.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_t7GZIWugTI/TovpGVmbmfI/AAAAAAAABuA/rRVAdENMDq0/s320/DSC_0035.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659873651807984114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 277&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;This was based on a dandelion-like flowering plant called Bristly Ox-tongue. There seems to be a number of plants with similar yellow flowers, but this one was different in that it had spiky ‘bracts’ with sort of curved triangular shapes around the flower. As well as this, the plant had pimply and bristly leaves and was altogether quite different to others, like the Perennial Sow Thistle I sculpted on &lt;a href="http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/07/365-day-198.html"&gt;day 198.&lt;/a&gt; It is a herb and is edible, though I saw it described as ‘not wonderful’ when eaten raw, and when the leaves are cooked, they have a rather bitter flavour. I can’t get past the idea of trying to digest such spiky leaves, though it is suggested the young leaves are picked. I saw it on a walk around the farm where my studio is, but struggled to find out what it actually was. It was finally identified by two people on the ‘Wild about Britain’ site who replied almost immediately to me posting a photograph. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-2479972610555335353?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 277'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/2479972610555335353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/10/365-day-277.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/2479972610555335353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/2479972610555335353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/10/365-day-277.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 277'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DRpULx6Wfz4/TovpG0mj-wI/AAAAAAAABuI/6xF19oEFtM4/s72-c/DSC_0036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-7454826792862281984</id><published>2011-10-04T06:20:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T06:25:25.138+01:00</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 276</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xAznGwxFdNc/ToqYA4rYQNI/AAAAAAAABt4/n3F8KvsKCEA/s1600/DSC_0034.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xAznGwxFdNc/ToqYA4rYQNI/AAAAAAAABt4/n3F8KvsKCEA/s320/DSC_0034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659503022726201554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FV0ExYWSEmI/ToqYAprKU-I/AAAAAAAABtw/Iqed50e2_pg/s1600/DSC_0033.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FV0ExYWSEmI/ToqYAprKU-I/AAAAAAAABtw/Iqed50e2_pg/s320/DSC_0033.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659503018698757090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 276&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;This sculpt was is based on some Red Veined Lettuce also growing on the farm vegetable patch. It was growing healthily in rows with thick clumps of leaves overlapping each other. My first thought again, was that leaves are not really suitable as the basis for a relief sculpture, but then I considered all the swags adorning buildings that so often feature leaf formations and I decided that it was okay.  Lettuce is such a familiar plant that I am tempted to write no more, but I thought the origin of its name was worth mentioning. The botanical name for common garden lettuce is Lactuca sativa which is derived from the Latin word ‘lactis’, meaning milk. This is because of the milky white sap found in the stems and the thicker veins of the leaves. I must admit to have never really noticing this milky sap whenever I have eaten lettuce,  but I will be found at future mealtimes carefully dissecting my Lettuce, with my eyes fixed on my plate. Perhaps more sap is found in the ancient wild Lettuce that appeared as far back as 4500 BC. The sap was thought to help insomnia and relieve rashes, while the Lettuce in Ancient Egypt was thought of as a fertility medicine as well as an aphrodisiac. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-7454826792862281984?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 276'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/7454826792862281984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/10/365-day-276.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/7454826792862281984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/7454826792862281984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/10/365-day-276.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 276'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xAznGwxFdNc/ToqYA4rYQNI/AAAAAAAABt4/n3F8KvsKCEA/s72-c/DSC_0034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-815984455179876775</id><published>2011-10-03T06:17:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T06:20:45.151+01:00</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 275</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZOQ5MxrHMS4/TolFqoJNDcI/AAAAAAAABto/EzP6KhIYZBs/s1600/DSC_0031.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZOQ5MxrHMS4/TolFqoJNDcI/AAAAAAAABto/EzP6KhIYZBs/s320/DSC_0031.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659131005400583618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cos2HvqiIaQ/TolFqdibX8I/AAAAAAAABtg/PIlYZCgj64o/s1600/DSC_0032.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cos2HvqiIaQ/TolFqdibX8I/AAAAAAAABtg/PIlYZCgj64o/s320/DSC_0032.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659131002553589698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 275&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I saw Onions growing in the farms vegetable patch and there was just something about the way the leaves grew out of the bulb that made me want to sculpt them. Having come to write something about them I was rather stumped, as to what to say, so I have kind of cheated today. I decided to Google ‘interesting facts about onions’ and so thought I would give 10 examples of what I found. I mean, you never know when they could come in handy, like at a dinner table for example, when you could regale your friends and relatives with your interesting ‘facts’ about Onions, how popular you would be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;1. Onion is a term used for many plants in the genus Allium.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;2. Traces of Onion remains have been found in Bronze age settlements dating back to 5000 BC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;3. Alexander the Great fed his army onions with the belief that if they ate strong foods, they themselves would be stronger too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;4.The largest Onion ever grown weighed 10Ibs 14oz and was grown in  Silsden, England by a V. Throup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;5. A traditional Maltese remedy for sea urchin wounds is to tie half baked Onions to the afflicted area over night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;6. Eating fresh parsley will get rid of ‘Onion breath.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;7.The Onion was worshipped by ancient Egyptians. They believed that its spherical shape and concentric rings symbolized eternity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;8.In old English folklore, the thickness of an onion skin can help predict the severity of the winter. A thin skin predicts a mild winter while a thick skin indicates a rough winter is coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;9.Crushed onion slices mixed with water applied to one’s face is effective for removing acne. (Makes you smell lovely too.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;10.The word Onion comes from the Latin unio, meaning ‘single large pearl.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I can also personally attest to the soothing qualities of raw Onion, when rubbed by one’s dear wife, on one’s severe chilblains....enough said!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 5.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Arial;  min-height: 15.0pxcolor:#56533c;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-815984455179876775?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.facebook.com/pages/Jonathan-Hateley-Sculptor/343150253775?ref=mf' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 275'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/815984455179876775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/10/365-day-275-i-saw-onions-growing-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/815984455179876775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364288250071929385/posts/default/815984455179876775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com/2011/10/365-day-275-i-saw-onions-growing-in.html' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 275'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984061396134656041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIIEQCMLSRw/SdHEVSmWmFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0D1hKbw8quc/S220/jonclose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZOQ5MxrHMS4/TolFqoJNDcI/AAAAAAAABto/EzP6KhIYZBs/s72-c/DSC_0031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364288250071929385.post-8121330451418153210</id><published>2011-10-02T07:58:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T08:04:34.906+01:00</updated><title type='text'>'365' Day 274</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1lqyz1a32Bg/TogMURP_m1I/AAAAAAAABtY/i4HjPdFKNbk/s1600/DSC_0030.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1lqyz1a32Bg/TogMURP_m1I/AAAAAAAABtY/i4HjPdFKNbk/s320/DSC_0030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658786474158431058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2DYBpi4HANM/TogMUDWecYI/AAAAAAAABtQ/NHBP-4HLToI/s1600/DSC_0029.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2DYBpi4HANM/TogMUDWecYI/AAAAAAAABtQ/NHBP-4HLToI/s320/DSC_0029.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658786470427521410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;365 Day 274&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I do wonder what my sculpt would have consisted of if we hadn’t moved house. We used to have quite a small garden and while it was well stocked with plants, I struggle to think of very much I could have sculpted. While I tend to prefer the countryside for my main inspiration, it has been impossible to ignore our new garden. I suppose that as the move and the ‘365’ sculpt have both  been so significant in shaping my year, it is only right that the two cross over. This sculpt was based on our Anemone plants that grow in a couple places in the garden. When we first walked around our garden having moved in, Sarina kept telling me she thought the leaves belonged to Anemones, but this meant nothing to me and for a moment I wondered if she she was confusing their name with the ones in the sea! When the Pink blooms emerged Sarina was proved correct and they have become one of our favourite plants in the garden. Anemones, a member of the buttercup family, originated in parts of the Mediterranean and Asia and get their name from the Greek word, ‘anemos’ which means ‘wind’ and are sometimes called ‘windflower.’ Having learnt this, I wondered how Sea Anemones got their name, as the wind surely wouldn’t apply. Sure enough, I found that they were actually named after the flower, which given my original doubt about Sarina’s plant identification, just shows how wrong I am again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 18.0px 'Hoefler Text'; color: #56533c"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOmHeNSPt1c"&gt;Halfway There Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364288250071929385-8121330451418153210?l=jonathanhateleysculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanhateley.com/' title='&apos;365&apos; Day 274'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathanhateleyscu
