Angélique Boter

The Autumnal air is still mild as I make my way through the Rivieren neighbourhood of Groningen. My Vespa is parked a little way off outside a doctor’s surgery because of another disruptive bout of building and road alterations, leaving the street impassable. Trees line the street of my destination interview, and at the base of each trunk is a pool of bright yellow fallen leaves; nature’s annual haircut, leaving branches like un-gloved fingers pointing skywards. The clack of my heels on concrete slabs is intermittently replaced by a swishing sound, like crinoline skirts at a ball, as I wade through the dry pools of yellow to meet illustrator and muralist, Angélique Boter.

A small figure with friendly face opens the door to her second floor flat. I can see from her eyes that the thought of being interviewed has her somewhat unnerved, so I put her fears to rest as we sit down with cups of peppermint tea.

At a young age Angélique often accompanied her father, a window dresser, to his work and assumed that one day she would follow in his footsteps. However, this was not to be, as she was accepted to study drawing at the Academy Minerva in Groningen. Her study years she coupled with a job in the family business, which supplies exhibition stands and walls for public events. Enjoying life drawing and painting the most, she discovered that her strength lay in simple, black and white, line drawings, so she decided to graduate in this.

After Minerva, with a tutor’s comment still ringing in her ears that when asked to include colour in her drawings, they became forced, she decided that she would go in search of colour: “Colour is also a feeling,” she proffers. To this end, Angélique goes out regularly for coffee, alone and armed with a sketchbook and drawing materials, to draw the world at large. Sometimes, she will be in Groningen, other times she picks another city, like Berlin or Prague. With the drawings come stories, thoughts and experiences; a living diary: “It is an experience of what I see”. She hands me a sketchbook filled with sketches - snapshots. One catches my eye that of a little dog in a bicycle basket by some traffic lights; seen in Amsterdam whilst touring the city on her fold-up bicycle. Later, she skilfully pens the memory to the page; the result is pure, simple, the essence of her subject.

The sketches come thick and fast, her writings often leading to the creation of a child’s story book. With several of her ideas, she has taken the illustrative stories to colourful, printed mock ups; all she needs now is a publisher. She hands me one entitled dEUS, which takes place in the Noorderplansoen, and will include an informative treasure hunt through the park, when finally published. For this she has enlisted the help of a biologist to research her facts. 

The idea of layering within her work becomes apparent; she hopes to stimulate the viewer to discover the rest for themselves: “The less I show, the more there is for another to discover.” Playing with words and names, she wants to give children something to think about. Why should a book be obvious after only one reading? As a child grows mentally, why not offer them a book which grows with their fantasy and perception as well; a book can be an interesting re-read at a variety of ages?

In today’s highly competitive world, like many illustrators, Angélique is determined to publish her work. With several illustrative commissions in children’s books already to her name, and regular assignments for a local newspaper, her work is out there for all to see.

Should you want to know more about Angélique her website can be found here:

www.angeliqueboter.nl

First published in the Connections magazine #34 Winter 2012

View all issues of Connections HERE (editor, designer, illustrator: 2006-2013)

© Alison Day Designs

Spam-A- Lot

Whether you accept it, ignore it, or turn the other cheek, everyone at one time or other has been on the receiving end of Spam. 

It is with this in mind, that I wanted to share a rather original spam action. Outside the train station in Groningen, I came across, amongst the zillions of bicycles stalled in racks, a large proportion of them sporting a bright, red, plastic seat cover. On closer inspection, they turned out to be an advertisement for a sports school, with the aim of bringing in more clientele. A visually bright and slightly more original way of trying to interest a broad cross section of the city's inhabitants in becoming clientele. Also, unlike most spam, it is inoffensive, the seat covers are useful, and  free.

So, I vote this a great little idea , which not only enhances your business visibility, but also brightens up the greyness of concrete city life, in the bleak winter months. What do you think?

© Alison Day Designs

Hou je Thai

From the hustle and bustle of the Folkingestraat in Groningen, I turn into a narrow little alleyway, and the sounds magically melt away is if absorbed by the stone-sided buildings. Karen greets me, a big friendly smile on her face and a white china coffee cup, empty and dangling despondently from her hand. Before we go further, she tells me she’s in need of another cappuccino from café Pure. So, we retrace my steps into the noisy street again to return a few minutes later armed with a fresh, steaming cup of the beverage and we venture further into the alleyway, Karen enthusing and pointing out the hidden gardens along the way.

We reach her studio via an impressive marble staircase, with a smooth, varnished, wooden handrail that ascends with us. The room, high ceiling and white-walled exudes a comforting wave of warm incensed air and ushers me across its orangey-red floored interior to a large comfy chair. In place of coffee, Karen presents me with an infusion of Thai herbs, in a lidded china vessel and sits opposite perched on a fuchsia coloured covered stool.

To my question as to how she began with holistic medicine in the Eastern doctrine, namely Thai massage, she replies that with an Indonesian father and a Thai Aunt the knowledge was unavoidable: “It was already integrated in my life – I was it, because it was in my family and so it is already within you…”

“It’s an accident that I am this”, she says. In Eastern cultures overcrowding has meant that people are more used to physical contact; with touch you can feel how someone is, unlike the western world where people would rather sit as far away as possible from each other. Casually, she lays a hand on my shoulder and gasps at its tightness. To begin with, she says, she practiced not only just on family members, but also friends and guests, which led to more people coming to her. As she recalls, in those days it was always unpaid and often in dusty little corners, unlike now in her pristine studio.

With twenty years of experience, she says she has a combination of Western knowledge and Eastern intuition, including acquiring some all important diplomas, having studied under Maria Mercati, in Cheltenham, England. A fruitful time, which not only broadened her knowledge, but taught her to understand the connection between sickness and the application of pressure, something she had always known and applied intuitively.

Once we had talked for a while Karen suggested I remove my boots and sit on the white cloth and cushioned area, for a short session of massage, the idea being to understand what it entailed: “We can talk all day about it, but it’s hard to describe unless you experience it first hand. You’re the words person, maybe you can.” No pressure there then eh, Karen (s’cuse the pun)?

To begin with she started with my shoulders, and using her weight and forearms, pressed downwards, followed by release. This increased with intensity with each repetition. At its most intense and, just as I thought I couldn't take it, she would release the pressure and my body felt as thought it was rising upwards; a pleasant and somewhat unusual feeling. When it came to arms and legs, type and duration of the pressure applied was dependant on how much the limb accepted or resisted her manipulation. Relaxation and trust are key in this, but after a while I found both body and mind relaxing into the experience. In a third of the length of a full session, not only had the tight feeling in my shoulders disappeared, but both my back and neck seemed elongated and my posture had improved - all this in just half an hour! Sitting cross-legged and trying to muster up the desire to get up, I chatted further with Karen about her vision of collaboration with the healthcare system.

She tells me that these days the cure to an illness cannot always be solved with a pill or a week sitting at home; sometimes the cause goes much deeper. Sickness can be a culmination of many things, not only from the present, but the past too, sometimes even as far back as your childhood. Also, it can be carried over from one generation to another if not dealt with

properly.

If we start teaching children at school level, to recognize their body’s physical needs, weaknesses, excesses, and to be consciously busy with health from the word go, this could lead to an all round healthier life for them.

In the future Karen would like to see collaboration between what is considered the ‘socially acceptable’ medicine and the centuries old natural medicine that she practices. In a world of increasing stress, with doctors who have little time and where patients are generally seen as numbers or percentages, this would certainly help to improve the system as a whole. She believes that she can be instrumental in preventative medicine and help people to recognize, and thereby become responsible for their own health again: “I am the instrument - you will feel what you need to do.” 

As a parting gift Karen very kindly gave me 3 samples of her specially blended teas plus a scent box containing one of her homemade oils:

Ya dom. And yes, I highly recommend that you treat yourself to one of Karen’s therapeutic massage sessions.

For a list of insurers who reimburse natural medicine by BATC therapists: here

For more information, take a look at Karen’s

website: www.houjethai.nl

First Published in the Connections magazine January 2012

View all issues of Connections HERE (editor, designer, illustrator: 2006-2013)

© Alison Day Designs

SongBird

'A bird doesn't sing because it has an answer, 

It sings because it has a song' - Lou Holtz

The new Connections magazine cover, Winter issue #34

Also, promo design for Vocalips whose up & coming concert you can see 21 Jan 2012, Plaza Danza, Groningen (NL).

View all issues of Connections HERE (editor, designer, illustrator: 2006-2013)

© Alison Day Designs

A Thousand Cups of Wine

'A thousand cups of wine do not suffice when true friends meet, but half a sentence is too much when there is no meeting of minds.' ~ Chinese Proverb

After a whopping 229,764 corks (that's a lot of wine!) and 27 days of hard work, artist Saimir Strati achieved his goal, in the Sheraton Tirana Hotel, Albania. This earnt him the record for the World's Largest Cork Mosaic.

Or, if you're not feeling so adventurous, you can always make a cork creation on a smaller scale.

Gingerbread from Hell

Looking for presents that will fit into Santa's Christmas stocking, for Christmas Eve, can sometimes be a trial. They must be not only be inexpensive, but of course the aim is to fill up as much space as possible in the stocking, thereby reducing the remaining xmas shopping trips necessary. The other ulterior motive here is that originality of ideas aren't too taxing for the brain, as that stress level has already been achieved, by the all important main present, waiting beautifully wrapped under the Christmas tree. 

Although my son is actually no longer a 'believer' in Santa, he is still young enough, where, if he pulls the baby-eyed 'pleazzzz, can I have a stocking?' I will still oblige (In a couple more years, I'll be able to extricate myself from that obligation totally).

With this in mind, I was delighted by one stocking present I came across, which happened to be a DIY Gingerbread House Kit, complete with, yes you guessed it, gingerbread, icing and little kitsch and brightly-coloured icing-sugar decorations, in the forms of a gingerbread man, a gift, a Christmas tree, a festive wreath and coloured dots. Assembly seemed fairly straight forward, 'Fun to Make' was emblazoned on the front, and the end result looked picturesque.

Christmas morning duly arrived as is its wont, and the stocking was enthusiastically unpacked, wrapping paper tossed aside on the floor, treasures revealed. Of course once opened the DIY gingerbread house was top of the agenda, and, had to be made. What could I say...'sure, go for it, don't expect me to join in, and let me finish my tea in peace, please... ' 

In the first instance everything went fine, the pieces of gingerbread and coloured sugar icing deco's were taken out of their packaging and laid out carefully, in anticipation. The minuscule text of the instructions on the back of the box was read, and the images viewed, whilst the packet of icing (for the glue and snow decor) was softened in a bowl of hot water.

Simple procedure - no chance - the aforementioned icing softened but instantly solidified again before ever reaching the gingerbread pieces! This meant my tea and I parted company, as I was roped into holding various walls and roof bits, whilst the sugary 'glue' supposedly set. No joy. So, we decided to make our own (from icing sugar and water, what else?). This was certainly a more appetizing mixture to look at, but would it stick... Hell No! Was I covered in icing by the end? Yup. 

As if the above trials and tribulations weren't enough, downside no. 2 was taste. If asked to rate this culinary ruin as to its edibility, I can say without a doubt that is the  most disgusting 'gingerbread' I have ever tasted! Not only was it rock hard but scented with what can only be described as lavender toilet freshener. The icing sugar deco's were the same too, equally inedible and tooth-breakers.

As a result, the demolition team was called for, and, amid peals of laughter, the walls were well and truly brought down, and the ruins relegated to the bin!

So, be warned, not every gingerbread house is going to end up looking like the picture on the box it came in, and, as for tasty, unless, you are a witch, or named Hansel or Gretel, there's no guarantee there either!

©Alison Day Designs
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Bombs Away!

The cosy version of graffiti, and sometimes referred to as 'Grandma Graffiti,' Yarn Bombing/Guerilla Crochet originated in 2005, in the USA and is said to have been the brain-child of Magda Sayeg, from Houston. Since then it has become a worldwide indie-art happening.

With a  similar philosophy to graffiti, this art form includes the decoration of urban spaces, buildings and found objects, with a view to  enhancing their cold, sterile and mundane appearance, but without the socio-political commentary. 

Decoration is by using leftovers from previous knitting/crochet projects, or specially created pieces . The difference is that this artwork is not permanent, but for some reason is still classed, although often isn't prosecuted, under the same 'graffiti' law  as a offence!

Fun  Fact: Since June 2011, the first international Yarn Bombing Day, has been observed.

For more examples of Yarn Bombing/Guerrilla Crochet take a look: here.