The art of the brick by Nathan Sawaya

Being that it’s half term this week, I have been looking for things to do with S to keep him out of trouble busy. Last week I read about The art of the brick exhibition at the Truman Brewery and it sounded like just the kind of thing I was looking for.

Nathan Sawaya is the artist behind these magnificent creations, all built out of simple Lego blocks. He started building from Lego as an outlet after a hard day’s work and before he knew it, he turned his hobby into his passionate life’s work. His exhibitions around the world have broken attendance records and his works of art have been displayed in New York, Hong Kong, Melbourne and now London, to name a few.


“I like using LEGO bricks as a medium because I enjoy seeing people’s reaction to artwork created from something with which they are familiar. …My goal is to elevate this simple plaything to a place it has never been before. I also appreciate the cleanliness of the LEGO® brick. The right angles. The distinct lines. But, from a distance, those right angles and distinct lines offer new perspectives, changing to curves.”
Nathan Sawaya

I’ll let the pictures do the talking but if you’re in London, the exhibition is running until January 2015 and is worth the visit. Book your tickets online (children under 3 are free) to avoid queuing and take public transport to get there. We decided to drive because it was raining and there were four of us (2 adults, 2 toddlers) but it took us an hour to get there and an hour back (with 2 boisterous toddlers in the back seat, I’ll let you imagine how that journey felt!)













I LOVED the philosophical meaning behind many of his pieces.




All his works of art were so impressive but the sheer size of the dinosaur and the perfection of it totally blew me away!!





I didn’t realise the “keep calm and…” craze isn’t a new trend but actually dates back to 1939!!


After going through the whole exhibition asking S not to touch the displays, it was nice to let them at it in the Lego play area.



“A portrait of my son, once a week, every week, in 2014.”

This morning we went down to see the 888,246 ceramic poppies planted at the Tower of London representing the fatalities during World War 1 as it reaches it’s centenary. It was quite a scene. If you’re in London, definitely go down and see it.
This picture was taken at Tattershall Castle (along Embankment) as we made our way to the Tower of London.

Kahlil Gibran on children

I went to a parenting talk yesterday (more on that tomorrow) and the speaker reminded us of an old poem by Kahlil Gibran that is so profound, I felt the need to share it here.

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.

Have a peaceful weekend x

I see…

For the last two weeks, S and I play this game in the car. Call it my version of “I spy…” So I usually start and I say “I see…a red bus” and he’ll say “I see a red bus” and if another one happens to drive by he’ll say “I see two red bus.” And so it goes on.


Last week I said “I see trees” and he responded with “I see flowers.” The boy is getting good.

This morning we were driving to nursery and I said “I see a black taxi” and S said “I see a black taxi mama” and then he said “I see a yellow van.” And I looked and looked but I could not see this yellow van!! So I said “Where??” And he kept pointing and saying “There mama” and suddenly, on the other side of the road, behind closed gates sat a big yellow van.

Damn, my protégé is beating me at my own game!! :O