Of painted clouds and gravel seas
Posted in guest quarters August 5th, 2009 by zoe

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Over the years, as I’ve done more travelling as an adult, to places far flung and exotic, I’ve come to realise that there are some aspects of a place that attract and intrigue me more than others. And, as Pia noticed almost from the moment I met her (insightful girl!), I am perpetually fascinated by the unseen, the behind the scenes, the “no access” side of a public space. When I travelled with my family several years ago to visit my brother in Japan, my research unearthed an amazing book, which tapped into that fascination and promised fulfillment in return for a little hard work and perseverance. The book was Old Kyoto, by Diane Durstan, and for these travellers at least, it transformed the already magical city of Kyoto into a truly memorable experience. A chance to witness the crafts and techniques of an ancient tradition, and to meet with people committed to maintaining a living tradition in a modern world.

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Kyoto is a truly ancient city of art and learning, and a place where traditional techniques and methods persevere, albeit in small shops and by aging practitioners. Japan can seem like a country obsessed with modernisation and technological advancement, but hidden behind the usual tourist haunts is a world time seems content to forget, for the moment at least.

The Miyawaki fan shop seems to sit somewhere between the two worlds; the hundred-year-old shop has been modernised with air conditioning and subtle modern lighting, but retains the air of restrained elegance and luxury in keeping with its history of royal patronage. The folded fan is a Japanese invention; an intrinsic part of traditional Japanese dance and one of the few highly decorative items of dress worn to accompany the kimono. The surface provided Japanese artists with a canvas to showcase their delicate, finely-wrought brush strokes; the shop contains some extremely beautiful examples painted by eminent artists in the early 20th century.

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If the idea of painting your own fan in traditional Japanese style appeals, then Saiun-do (Painted Clouds) is the place to start. The shop has been catering to artists and painters since 1863, when Tsukio Fujimoto, himself a painter of some renown, began producing the delicate plant-based water-soluble pigments of his own recipes. The current proprietor, Fujimoto-san, is the great-grandson of Tsukio Fujimoto, and the shop continues to supply pigments, minerals, brushes, paper and mixing utensils to Japanese and overseas artists alike. The tiny, one-room shop displays an array of intriguing coloured powders and minerals in medicinal vials, with brushes made from badger and deer hanging from every rafter. The Fujimotos, husband and wife, are charming and welcoming, even to amateurs, and despite their lack of English. My Mum, herself an artist, had no trouble communicating her delight.

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In yet another hundred-year-old building in the heart of the city, an age-old traditional craft process has been revived to replace that of another dying art. Aizen Kobo used to manufacture the beautiful woven obi belts worn around the kimono, using a complicated jacquardweaving system. With the advent of mechanical looms, and of modern clothes to replace the kimono, the Utsuki family re-purposed their workshop to manufacture heavier linen and cotton fabrics suitable for real indigo dyeing. Here, Kenichi Utsuki still produces the beautiful dusky blue of true indigo, and is happy to demonstrate the almost mystical process maintained in huge pungent vats in the courtyard at the centre of the building. The leaves from the real indigo plant, indigofera, are fermented and mixed with lye to release the dye. They are then added to a series of heated vessels where an anaerobic bacterial fermentation process converts the insoluble indigo dye to a soluble solution. The dye is tested for it’s readiness the old-fashioned way – by taste. When ready, the solution is a murky greeny-yellow, and the immersed fabric shows no sign of the customary blue colouring until, like magic, it is lifted from the liquid, turning blue almost immediately on contact with oxygen. The piece is re-dipped several times until the desired shade is achieved, and contiues to develop with age and wear. The dyeing solution can be maintained almost indefinitely – refreshed with new fermented dye leaves – and the older vats are said to produce a superior colour. The range of products sold are extensive – from traditional happi workers coats to modern designer handbags and scarves – a truly evocative souvenir that will only improve with age.

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When the tiny lanes and alley-ways of the old town are too bewildering to negotiate any further, take to the hills above the city to restore your inner peace along the tranquil temple garden paths. There is much to see in Kyoto to entice the casual tourist or interested visitor; but, like most cities, there is pure gold to delight the curious adventurer willing to delve behind the scenes.
 
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words and photography by zoë yule.

Green spaces
Posted in guest quarters July 28th, 2009 by zoe

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I’ve never really been a good apartment-dweller. Growing up under the wide open skies of Queensland, and an avid gardener, I feel claustrophobic without a green space of my own. While the canal-houses of old Amsterdam are undeniably beautiful, and the many trees and great parks soften the edges, I sometimes find the unbroken lines of imposing brick facades a little intimidating. Which is why I snapped up the opportunity to peek behind the brick walls on Open Tuinen Dagen (Open Garden Days), an annual festival that offers a glimpse of the oases hidden in the centre of Amsterdam’s most atmospheric suburbs.

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Property in the beautiful canal district is understandably incredibly expensive, and most of the larger houses now incorporate offices and museums. While some of these spaces are open to the public on a regular basis, others serve as private, restful courtyard lunchrooms for the staff within. Can you imagine Friday afternoon drinks on a warm July evening, or a mid-morning cake-break from all those pesky meetings? I can!

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Oh look, someone else had the same idea!

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Throughout the city, several of the grand 17th century manors have been lovingly restored to their former glory, inside and out, providing a wonderfully evocative glimpse back in history, albeit a history of wealth and indulgence!

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Imagine the glamorous parties, the rustle of silk gowns, the lavish dinners in the breathtaking dining room; perhaps dancing in the ballroom, and a secretive assignation between sweet young lovers behind the rose bower? Shh, can you hear the violins from the house?

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Phew, just when all that glamour might be going to my head, the reality of the more diminutive of these garden spaces hauls you back. For those Amsterdammers lucky enough to possess their own slice of canal-side living, the tiny green space at the back provides a welcome respite from the busy city just metres away on the other side of the front door. Some of these gardens are true revelations, secret and cosy, private and lush.

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A space for repose, a warm sunny spot perfect for a lazy Sunday morning coffee, and an opportunity to convert Amsterdam’s ample rainfall into lush colour and delicate blooms.

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It is such a pleasure to be offered a glimpse behind the solid walls of the rather imposing canal district, though my rampant case of canal-house envy shows no sign of being cured by the experience. As if I didn’t already have a serious case of houseboat envy, thanks to the lovely writer of this blog! Ah well, there is much in this beautiful city to fuel the imagination.

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Coffee, anyone?

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all writing and photographs by Zoë Yule.

Hi, I’m Zoë!
Posted in guest quarters July 28th, 2009 by zoe

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I came to be in Amsterdam at much the same time as Pia, though we did not know each other then. In fact, we found each other only relatively recently, but it did not take us long to relish our meetings as time to relax into “Australian” again, and to reminisce about home. Pia opened my eyes to a city I realised I knew only as an acquaintance, and her beautiful blog and more beautiful friendship is now a cherished and inspirational part of my everyday life. I am honoured to be a resident in the guest quarters, following in the footsteps of her other illustrious guests. Thank you Pia, for giving me the chance to share some of my travels and impressions with your wonderful readers, and to you, those same wonderful readers, for allowing me to share the same [cyber]space as your beloved [blog]house host.

only both.
Posted in guest quarters July 8th, 2009 by piablog

This morning I asked my son if he would like eggs or pancakes for breakfast and he replied “only both”. Ok, only both it is! I have been thinking about that turn of phrase all day.

In the last couple of weeks Pia has generously given her time and energy to help me get my own blog up and running. I really have to thank her because I have several projects on my plate and when I think about which one I should focus on I tend to think “only both”. I am very excited to have this new space up and running, so thank you Pia for your support and enthusiasm, you are a great task master!

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The big trip I spoke of in my last post took me from Amsterdam to New York, LA, Colorado and Minnesota. Travelling around visiting dear friends and family in the spring is a wonderful treat, everyone is just coming out of their shells, so relieved that winter is over. I saw gardens on fire escapes and in kitchens, houses surrounded by fruit trees and window sills lined with herbs, and it made me think about my own search for green. I was raised with nature all around me. I made houses in the bushes, collected eggs and learned the hard way about bumble bees. Every spring I had to be the first one to jump in the freezing cold lake near our family cabin. Everyone else in my family has gravitated to places where forests and lakes and mountains are in their backyard. Somehow cities have called to me. Budapest, New York, San Francisco, Los Angeles, Paris, Amsterdam. I love cities. I love discovering them, peeling back the layers to find what is unique to each place. I love the energy, the pace and the confluence of cultures. In the past couple of years something has changed for me. My radar is now searching out the green spots. The vines creeping up a wall, the flowers that come through the cracks, the trees,the kitchen and botanical gardens. I find myself looking back and longing for the nature I knew as a child. I don’t know if it is growing up, or having a kid of my own but it has become increasingly important to me to have in my son’s words, “only both”…

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all photographs and writing by Riley Salyards.

cloud trees and windy leaves
Posted in guest quarters June 4th, 2009 by piablog

Hi, again. I have just returned from a very big, long trip. I thought about this space and you often while I was gone. My days as a guest are coming to a close so I won’t possibly be able to share everything with you here. I intend to continue in my own space very soon. I do hope you will come visit me there when I open. I can’t thank Pia, the most gracious of hostesses, enough for giving me the opportunity to meet her readers and to share a bit of what inspires me. I have a couple of final posts coming up but I would like to say thank you now. Thank you for all of your lovely comments and encouraging words!

When we came to look at our current house I fell in love with three things. The antique shop next door,the curtains and the garden. Pia has already mentioned the antique store and I will show you more beautiful photos of that later…the curtains also deserve their own post. Today I want to show you the garden.

I have not had a garden since I was a kid and I have definitely never had a a magnolia tree. When I lived in LA I dreamt of stealthily climbing the magnolia trees at night when no one was watching, cutting branches to display in my house. Since I began posting here we have watched our magnolia tree bud, burst into bloom, and shower the ground with petals. My son calls it a cloud tree. Did you know “cloud trees” evolved before bees appeared and that specimens have been found dating back 95 million years, I pointed this out to the little guy and his first response was “Oh wow” but after some thought he said “don’t touch bees, they’ll bite you”. Words to live by.

Before we left for our recent travels, we planted seeds and sat on the branches of this tree, secretly snipping blossoms for the window sill. When the petals blanketed the ground, it looked like snow. We have watched ferns unfurl, roses bud and beans sprout…for every bean we planted, a “magic” bean went in his pocket. It’s amazing what you can do with a handful of magic beans…

written and photographed by Riley Salyards.