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.
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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
Stonehaven Folk Festival
Weekend at Stonehaven Last weekend we went to a folk festival in Stonehaven. It is situated in the North East of Scotland just south of Aberdeen overlooking the North Sea. Getting away from home and work was a treat; having time to unwind and relax. We had arranged to meet some friends there who were … Continue reading Stonehaven Folk Festival
Sunday’s Confessions from a Compost Heap
Reflections of composting in the garden and in the heart I am sitting here near the compost heap this morning in order to get in touch with the topic. My confession is this: The compost was the first thing I worked on when I moved into my new home. I discovered that I don’t even … Continue reading Sunday’s Confessions from a Compost Heap
Growing Old/Older
I consider myself in the beginning stages of growing old as I am 63 years old although when I was in my twenties I probably thought that 63 was ancient. I didn’t get to meet either set of grandparents so when it came to my mother aging I found it quite challenging but I learnt … Continue reading Growing Old/Older
Sunday’s Confessions of the Homely Kind.
I must confess I have never eaten broad beans (also known as fava beans) before today. I knew very little about broad beans even when I started taking vegetable gardening more seriously here in Scotland. I'm a serious amateur vegetable grower and I still have a long way to go as I am starting from … Continue reading Sunday’s Confessions of the Homely Kind.
Time to Pause
Time for rest Time to dream To percolateTo breathe To listen Time for no thoughts Blank slate Open vistas New canvas Silence ShshshshOpportunity lies waiting Ahead ~ no signOf anything The pauseBefore the sound.Buds turn to flowers Flowers to fruit Serendipitous fruit Of any kindYour choice Shshshsh Old Breath breathed out Before inhalation of new … Continue reading Time to Pause
My June News
We had a busy month completing our guest room and spending time with family; and believe it or not it was my art that kept me sane. Guest Room Completed Completing the guest room was quite a marathon: it took us from the end of April, laying the foundations, to the 21st of June when … Continue reading My June News
Morag Noffke 