The Soda Can Torso, in a swimsuit, was my second creation, while working on a project with my art mentor, Ilhaam Stolof. I want to clarify that the point of my art was not art therapy but that art can always be therapeutic to the artist and viewer. My brief was to make art daily … Continue reading Friday Art Studio: My Expressive Art – ‘Soda Can Torso’ in a swimsuit.
Personal Reflections
In Appreciation of Owls.
Why am I drawn to owls? I asked you, in yesterdays' post, what you think of owls and here are some thoughts: love their wise human look; love owls; there are owls in our neighborhood - they are such silent fliers therefore difficult to track; they are beautiful, mysterious and a little haunting; and that … Continue reading In Appreciation of Owls.
Ramblings from my Teacup
When we long for things other people have Have you ever been at the beach or park and you see someone walking along with a lilt in their step, hair flying in the breeze and they seem to embody the picture of ideal happiness or health. Maybe it elicits a feeling of slight envy; you … Continue reading Ramblings from my Teacup
Morning Air
Morning AirSounds rapping At my waking Rains came last night I open the window wideCool air rushes inDistant sheep bleating Four-by-four revving Farmer herding cows Doves cooBaby birds chirp For breakfast Dogs barkIn the park Owners muffledConversationsSwirl upward Adult birdsDive and swoop Beaks and bellies Will be filled soonTime for me To start my day … Continue reading Morning Air
Walking Reveals
Under the dry grey skyGrassy hills wait, patched.Dogs running gayly Not a care in the world While a solitude couple walkWith heavy dark clouds Weighing on their shouldersAnd a man In a house findsA solution To a year-long problem.Manic happiness Give way to celebrate.Walking reveals allAs time keeps Moving on. ~Morag Noffke~
Discovering My Ancestry
Discovering my ancestry: a journey of synthesizing and assimilating. ‘We don’t talk about that!’ My mother rasped at me in response to me showing her an antique lace cloth I had found in her belongings. She sounded like she was choking as she spoke; she sat on the other side of the room and … Continue reading Discovering My Ancestry
Friday Art Studio: My Expressive Art – balloon figurine.
My art, first-and-foremost, has an emotional message. Not pretty. Not beautiful. Not finessed. It is often rough, edgy and uncomfortable. I feel something, I share it, and the viewer feels something. It might not be the same thing that we feel. Sometimes my art is classed as Naïve(naive) art*, other times my landscapes capture reality. … Continue reading Friday Art Studio: My Expressive Art – balloon figurine.
To My Astonishment…
‘Have you started my story,’ I heard my mother ask. She was phoning from heaven. I was astonished because I didn’t think she could phone me from heaven. I paused. I didn’t know what to say. I had been planning to start her story. ‘I haven’t …but I am planning to…’ my voice trailed off. … Continue reading To My Astonishment…
What Would I Say to My Younger Self Now That I Am Sixty three?
The trouble with giving one's younger self advice is, we gained that wisdom and knowledge through experience; the type of experience that can't save us from ourselves because it is precisely because we went through these experiences that we gained the knowledge. Yet I do wish I had learnt that 'fearful people pleasing gets you … Continue reading What Would I Say to My Younger Self Now That I Am Sixty three?
Sunday Session on the Patio
Sitting on my patio With Views If warm blues and lazy greens The birds chatter,Tweet and whirr,Piep piep and warble... Butterflies flutter. I listen intently All is still Except the birds,Sounds holographic To me.We have made a new compost bin this weekend And I thought about the Unwanted things that come From inside The kitchen … Continue reading Sunday Session on the Patio
Morag Noffke 