Monthly Archives: October 2014

Living and Dyeing

Posted on October 27, 2014 by AnnIsikArts

“Walking was an essential component of our work. There was music. There were rich silences. Times of deep listening, experiential drawing and the gathering of “gorgeous nothings”…spontaneous poetry noted while wandering as well as performances of aleatory poetry created by reading together.”

Is this Heaven? This is Australian artist India Flint talking about the first of some masterclasses she held this year in Newburgh, a village on the banks of the River Tay (Scotland). It was a site-specific four-day intensive focussing on “… the deep experience of place through immersion in this very particular tidal riparian landscape.” She explains, … Continue reading →

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Mystery Solved

Posted on October 10, 2014 by AnnIsikArts

I meant to send out a plea – and forgot – to anybody out there who could identify the landscape in this plaque A Reminder of Cornwall.

My unspoken plea was picked up telepathically and I now know it’s a place called … Continue reading →

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Friday Fictioneers 100 Word Flash Fiction Story: Reminder

Posted on October 6, 2014 by AnnIsikArts

Every Friday authors worldwide gather round the virtual fireside of Rochelle Wisoff and share stories of 100 words, prompted by a common photograph, and exchange constructive criticism. Readers’ comments are also welcome. This week’s photo has been provided by Kent Bonham. Thanks, Kent. Your photo inspired the following very late entry from me this week.

Remains

“Found something?”
That was Tod. We were in a junk shop, hunting for stuff to ‘upcycle’.
“Plaque.” I showed him.
“‘Souvenir of Cornwall,’” he read out loud. It was printed beneath a postcard. To its right was a slot for a photo. Continue reading →