I never moan about the weather – raging against that which is out of my control seems a monumental waste of time and effort. But the dead bird in my garden, pooled in a puddle, the sogginess of everything, the rain stabbing in on the east wind -all feels a bit much. I forget that this time of year seems never-ending greyness and cold. Even the snowdrops fail to cheer me. Time to draw the curtains, curl up in front of a log fire with a glass of wine and watch The Good Wife!
My Journaling Journey
- September Interlude September 12, 2018
- Falling in Love with the work: Studio works in progress 19/7/18 July 20, 2018
- Studio doings and Works in Progress: July ’18 July 17, 2018
- From the Wiltshire sketchbook June ’18 June 30, 2018
Ancient Landscape angel animal guides animal medicine archetypal images Art Journaling asemic writing astrology brother Buddha collage Creative Journaling David Whyte dyed tissue paper Dylusions Inks Exploring death and art Gelli plate print Grief hand-made stamps Image transfer inner journeying intuitive painting Liquid Acrylic liquid acrylics loss love Mairin Gilmartin Marie Allen mark-making mini journal Mixed Media Monoprint mythic journeying painting pitt pens poetry raven sorrow Soulwork soulwork standing stones art stencils Stephen Allen symbols Watercolour