Dear Mr D. Washer Mc HineMy dear old manI will miss you dearly.You were such a support To me in the last four yearsWhen we didn’t know muchAbout anything hereIn Scotland.Although you were shortAnd small, Most peopleThought you should haveBeen biggerYou were there for meDay in and day out.Even in the middle of the nightI … Continue reading Dear Mr D. Washer Mc Hine
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Friday Art Studio: My Expressive Art – ‘Soda Can Torso’ in a swimsuit.
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.
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
Matriarchy Mandala
Continuing my search and formulation of my heritage follows on from Discovering my Ancestry I discovered that I have ancestry from the beginning of the colonization of the Cape, South Africa, by the Dutch East India Company in the seventeenth Century. Obviously it starts centuries before but I hadn't realized my roots in South Africa … Continue reading Matriarchy Mandala
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…
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.
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 