btfHome fire burning, By Morag Noffke.Photo by Ivan Bertolazzi on Pexels.com Some of you may have noticed that I haven’t posted anything in a couple of weeks. It seems like the usual thing is to apologize about but I don’t see anything wrong with taking a break if you need one. I guess if I … Continue reading Taking time for yourself.
Sunlight skipping Across the lake Like silver-blue sequins shimmering: Material waiting to be used for a ball gown. Then the sun goes down. Lake Malawi, by Morag NoffkeLake Malawi, sun sparkling, by Morag Noffke. Sun across Lake Malawi, by Morag Noffke Gazing over Lake Malawi, I see little lights everywhere at night. As the darkness … Continue reading Lake Malawi, stepping in the light.
Black and white pen sketch, 2015, Morag Noffke. Putting plans into actions Is much like sowing seeds My critical thoughts Attack my ideas Like birds pecking At seeds, Eating away at my own goodness. How many seeds are left to grow? If I want to see a harvest I need to to put up a … Continue reading Self-doubt
Daisy, 2015 pencil crayon by Morag Noffke I came into the world alone I stand firm Independent and strong Making my own choices They are my power I have roots That ground me And leaves That energize and restore me I hold my head of petals up To the Light I receive Its rays And … Continue reading Independent and Strong.
First image I created this mixed media image in 1981 (oil pastel, charcoal and conte’, and acrylics). I was unmarried at the time and was Morag Armstrong. The guide lines were to show the light and shadows on white objects and one dark object. The still life was set out: two white shells, one white … Continue reading We have the choice.
Day 22 (June 2013) Before we left our first destination at Lake Malawi we witnessed an intriguing task performed just outside the building next to our car. A worker stuck two wires into an outside electric outlet and to fasten them in place he used a pencil in each hole. He then proceeded to walk … Continue reading The tale of two markets.
I wonder if you feel like this, from time to time, or is it just me? I have so many creative ideas exploding like popcorn in my head. I come up with them all at once and then can’t implement them all. I land up feeling frustrated. This is akin to creative constipation; creative ideas … Continue reading Creative Constipation.
Day 21 of June 2013 We took off early; first we explored the capital, Lilongwe, for supplies and then back on the road. We had heard stories about Lake Malawi from our contacts who had visited in their youth and we had filled our imagination with many expectations. The roads were a pleasure to drive … Continue reading Lake Malawi: our first day.
Home fire burning, By Morag Noffke.African camp fire, by Morag Noffke I like winter: the rain, wind and thunderstorms; long dark evenings of the soul and icy cold morning starts... it's the incubation of my mind. Time for dreaming, time to hunker down* in front of the fire, with trusting companions, my dogs and I … Continue reading Winter Wonderings.
Wellwood Caldwell Armstrong, 1969Morag's drawing 1969This was the house we lived in, in Hout Bay, Western Cape. Clown by WC Armstrong, 1968Clown by Morag Armstrong 1968 As it is Father’s day I would like to wish all the fathers a very happy day. I hope you feel cherished. I was also thinking about my father. … Continue reading Fathers make an impact