Blog Stats
- 65,423 hits
This slideshow requires JavaScript.
-
Recent Posts
- Walking Covehithe July 9, 2019
- How Far Does The Hand Reach? Botanical Signatures Textile Art Exhibition, Norwich, England, July 18-20 2019 July 8, 2019
- Little Maps of Trees is at The Other Art Fair London July 1, 2019
- Eco Print on Cotton with Silk Appliqués June 11, 2019
- Eight Years Blogging – Writing Chaos into order from the Forest of Souls: Part I May 19, 2019
Archives
- Aesthetics Allotmenteering Art Artist Books Artist Sketchbooks Art Journal Christian writing Collage & Assemblage Creativity Dialogue Drawing Eco/Natural Dyeing and Printing Ecology Encaustic Art Folklore & Mythology Inspiration Mixed Media Music Nature Journal Photography Printmaking Research Reviews Science Short Story Writing Singing spirituality Stitch Walking Writing
Meta
Tag Archives: France
Walking Through Bedlam: to my new Garden Studio & Writing Retreat
A horrible horrible week. It felt like I was walking through Bedlam. But walk I did. I just kept on picking myself up, dusting myself off and returning to my creativity. I’ve been painting and organising the garden workshop and … Continue reading
Posted in Art, Ecology, Inspiration, Photography, spirituality, Walking, Writing
Tagged British Heart Foundation, Charity shop, Cuprinol, France, Northumberland, Oxfam, Walking on Purpose, Writing Retreats
10 Comments
From St Michele (Capri) to St Michael (Paris)
It’s exquisite isn’t it, the image. It’s part of an illustration, the original of which is an Indian (Asian) painting. It’s in a book I found in a ‘brocante’ near the house we used to own in northern France. We visited frequently, to browse the secondhand and antiquarian furniture and goods. The book is full of such delightful illustrations. This one pulls out to three times the width of the book, which is a French language version of a collection of short stories by Rudyard Kipling: ‘Monsieur l’Elephant’. It’s a ‘posh’ limited edition, marketed originally for children.
I wouldn’t have found this book had I not been at the time on a specific quest for books. I wasn’t looking for content however, just books with interesting covers. The idea was to recycle unwanted books into handbags by scooping out the insides (i.e. the texts), adding ‘sides’ of fabric and handles. Like many of my ‘good ideas’, it was doomed to failure of course.
Fern
I love forests and woods. In part it is because they represent shelter and therefore ‘home’, perhaps the ideal home, with walls that not only breath, but in doing so, produce ‘breath’ for the humans who dwell in them. Dense canopies of leaves are ‘sighing’ ceilings, which open and close in tune with weather and season and from which food falls a-plenty for nourishment of man, beast and bird. The forest is where man and creature can peacefully co-habit. While man builds his shelter at ground level, the treetops are tenements to bird and squirrel.
Posted in Art, Printmaking, Walking
Tagged Academy Award, bleach printing, Forest, forest folklore, forest myth, France, Ireland, Karma, L'Isle Adam, Paris, Secret of Kells, Synchronicity
Leave a comment
Taking a Preposition for a Walk IV: ‘Walking Into’ Part II
A woman is wearing sunglasses on a dull, rainy day. She takes them off to reveal swollen and bruised eyes. “I walked into a door”, she says. Knowing looks are exchanged. Continue reading
Posted in Walking
Tagged Archie Roach, Belle France, Château, Clos-Lucé, Commedia dell'arte, Consciousness, Domestic violence, France, French Alps, Harlequin, Hellequin, Les Alpes-Maritime, Loire Valley, Philosophy of mind, Slapstick, Tourrettes-sur-Loup, Walking Holidays, Walking on Purpose
Leave a comment
Taking a Preposition for a Walk IV: ‘Walking into’ (Part I)
Immediately, I was sceptical as I don’t believe that happiness is achievable and that a major source of personal misery is the pursuit of happiness! I figure that humans are born into tragedy. Because we have achieved ‘consciousness’ more than any other creature on the planet (though looking at some of my ‘conscious’ brothers and sisters, I wonder) at some point we (unhappily) become conscious of our mortality.
Actually, my personal revelation that happiness is unachievable has made me quite happy!
Continue reading
Posted in Walking
Tagged Ariège, Cave painting, Dubai, Fossil, France, Jesus, Lascaux, Niaux, Sand Dollar, Tarascon, Walking on Purpose, Walks
Leave a comment
