Back and Forth

“Look back, go back,” say my yoga instructors as we stand in a room heated to over one hundred degrees and they encourage me to arch into a backbend.  I resist.  The wooziness, they tell me, is caused by uncomfortable emotions that rise to the surface in the pose.  What of the sharp pain that occurs a few inches north of my tailbone?  It’s possible, of course, that both are the result of my forty-seven years of schlepping things around: chairs, babies, resentment.  Looking back can make me unsteady.

Yet, there are times when casting to the past brings great satisfaction.  On a trip to New York three years ago, John Robshaw took the time to visit with me in his showroom.  The space was flooded with light and Mr. Robshaw has a very groovy vibe.  He’s sexy in a way that is not overt and aggressive, but emits something of a low hum.  It keeps one quite engaged.

As we talked prints and process he asked where I was headed next.  When I reported that I was off to see Christopher Spitzmiller, he told me that he had just been there to look for lamps for his bedroom.  He went on to describe bases that Christopher had used to test glazes, large swaths of color swiped across the pottery; these were the ones he wanted.  They sounded like just the sort of thing I would want, too.  Classic.  Custom.  Quirky.

They are and I do.  You can see them in this month’s Elle Decor.  In the back.

Image, Elle Decor, December 2012; photography William Waldron, produced by Anita Sarsidi.

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7 thoughts on “Back and Forth

  1. Wow the lamp is absolutely gorgeous as well as the bedroom itself. I too must look back and think of the things it has in store for me now. 🙂 Got my eye on your next posts.

  2. "The wooziness, they tell me, is caused by uncomfortable emotions that rise to the surface in the pose."

    Oh man. Most disturbing. First, that yoga is now diagnosing medical conditions. Second, that you just might ignore the wooziness. It could be anything from a benign imbalance in the vestibular system of the inner ear to a fatal blocked carotid artery. I've heard the condition described as "top shelf vertigo" because the woozy repeats anytime one reaches up to the topmost shelf in the closet, with the head and neck tilted back. For me it repeated when I was on top of a ladder, reaching high over my head to do this-or-that, every time. Please take care and don't take it lightly.

    It's lovely to hear from you. Happy holiday season to the Blandings family.


  3. His work is wonderful, as is his highly personal apartment.
    He's a bit of a reluctant dreamboat. Dreamy in fact.
    So miss your frequent posts…

  4. Hi Patricia,

    I have recently moved here from Australia and have been exposed to the work of Miles Redd for the first time. I am officially obsessed, and can't seem to get enough of any images that feature his work. I am so glad there is a book now so I can now sit back on the sofa and drink in hundreds of images over a cup over tea.

    Thank you for your post.


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