The Fairy Child
Beyond competition – a story of hope…
Beyond competition – a story of hope…
Originally posted on My Life as an Artist (2):
I have been writing a blog for five years with a different server, but after many technical difficulties, I have decided to move here. As a working artist for forty years, I am known for my love of colour and spontaneous painting. http://www.janetweightreed.co.uk Along…
Originally posted on My Life as an Artist (2):
Here is another example of recycling an old painting by simply painting over the top of it. Completed image – Kent landscape One way of recycling an old painting that didn’t work is to paint over it, using the old painting as a ground for the new.…
Originally posted on Captain´s Log:
http://www.writing.ie/tell-your-own-story/making-waves-writing-my-first-novel-by-andrea-connolly/ Making Waves: Writing My First Novel by Andrea Connolly Article by Andrea Connolly ©. Posted in the Magazine (Tell Your Own Story: Writing & Me, Tell Your Own Story). Make Your Submission to Writing & Me To write was always an act of life for me. A conscious…
http://www.writing.ie/tell-your-own-story/making-waves-writing-my-first-novel-by-andrea-connolly/ Making Waves: Writing My First Novel by Andrea Connolly Article by Andrea Connolly ©. Posted in the Magazine (Tell Your Own Story: Writing & Me, Tell Your Own Story). Make Your Submission to Writing & Me To write was always an act of life for me. A conscious move towards the world of the … More Making Waves – Writing My First Novel ©By Andrea Connolly
Originally posted on Captain´s Log:
My novel Historical Fiction Novel. http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/150257859X/ref=gno_cart_title_0?ie=UTF8&psc=1&smid=A3P5ROKL5A1OLE
Originally posted on Jane Dougherty Writes:
Painting by Waterhouse ‘Miranda’. The wind in my head Like the gulls’ raucous wail Recalls the dark waves And a sea with no sail. The hiss of the leaves Like the mocking refrain Of your footsteps departing Beneath the cold rain. I look for a sign In the half-light,…
Originally posted on flotsam – jetsam: A philosopher´s exploration :
Threshold Once I thought to escape winter by moving northwest. The mildness was then a relief to my worn frame. Not anymore. The winter followed me afoot. Is it attached without a chance for coincidence? Why would the seasons be aware of a single soul?…
Originally posted on Jane Dougherty Writes:
Painting by van Gogh At the end, a flowering tree, Its petals cast on a sea of mists, The dreams of all the world. On the edge, a last tree bends, Showering a whispering tapestry Of lost loves and hopes, Drifting into eternity. When the end comes, And all…
Pearl Rose By rose´s golden fragrance of dew Petals in powdery breaths Whisper to each other: Bloom late! Coiled in spirals, the rope Tied in a sailor´s knot around The cross, the stalk, centred Sails folded on towed vessels By fishermen, rigged at dawn A beautiful day at the ocean Iridescence, washed opal Turtle shells, … More Pearl Rose