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A Walk through my Blog – Treasure and Trash
I received a trophy from WordPress the other day, to acknowledge my sixth anniversary as a WordPress blogger. I’ve written 560 blog posts. That’s a lot of words. This has become a year of big walks – big changes. Well, … Continue reading →
Posted in Art, Creativity, Inspiration, spirituality, Walking
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Tagged Trash, Treasure, Walking as Metaphor
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Friday Fictioneers 100 Word Flash Fiction Challenge: The Beyond
The Beyond
These circular kitchens were scattered throughout the vast wood. Each had stone chimney, oven, well. Doors descended to a stone honeycomb – each settlement’s quarters. We cooked, kept warm, socialised. For food, we hunted to the wood’s perimeters – an encircling fence, beyond which was further woodland – but it was accepted that we never crossed over. Continue reading →
Posted in Short Story Writing, spirituality, Walking, Writing
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Tagged Attar, Fatwa, Fiction, fiction writing, Flash Fiction, flash fiction, Friday Fictioneers, Mixed media, Mystic Poet, Online Writing, Philosophy, Poetry, Rochelle Wisoff, Rumi, Sanai, Sci-fi Writing, Short Fiction Writing, Short Story Writing, Spiritual, Sufism, Walking, Walking as Metaphor
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A Walk along ‘Teabagging Trail’
India Flint mentioned teabags in her book Eco Colour: Botanical Dyes for Beautiful Textiles and it sent me off in pursuit of The Artist Teabag (like The Artist Book). And I came across a new (to me) kind of eco print using the humble and ubiquitious teabag. And that there are many artists working with the teabag. Do a search for the word teabag on Pinterest. You’ll see what I mean – for instance, this teabag artwork by artist Marsha Ryskin. Continue reading →
Posted in Art, Printmaking, Research, spirituality
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Tagged Eco Printing, Ecology, Encaustic Art Institute, India Flint, Jesus Puja, Louise Strawbridge, Marsha Ryskin., Monoprints, recycling, Teabag art, teabagging, Turin Shroud, upcycling, Walking as Metaphor
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Living and Dyeing
“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 →
Posted in Art, Encaustic Art, Inspiration, Mixed Media, Nature Journal, Painting, Photography, Printmaking, Walking, Writing
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Tagged Digital Printmaking, digital printmaking, dyeing, encaustic art, fine art printmaking, Gelli Printing, India Flint, Knitting, Monoprint, Monoprints, print making, printing, textile art, Walking as Metaphor, Walking on Purpose
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NaBloPoMo XVI: Friday Fictioneers 100-Word Story Challenge: Walking the Walk
Walking the Walk
How long this lone walk! I glanced back. My road had vanished; instead, a billowing weave of every walk I’d ever walked. Continue reading →
