Just a quick note to tell you all that my blog posts will now appear on a shiny new blog: weavingpoetryjournal.wordpress.com. The world is very complicated and sometimes it’s nice just to see the words and pictures. Writing more might happen too. Hope to see y’all over there…over and out 🙂
As many of you know, I’m an avid fan of self publishing. After creating a found poetry pamphlet, card designs and prints of my work I thought having my own press to publish these things under would be good fun. This is why I’m setting up Rock Rose Press, for my own publications and maybe those of friends as well.
Why Rock Rose? I’ve been aware of the plant for many years, and recently discovered it’s a popular ingredient in flower remedies.The plant itself renews quickly under wildfire, and a flower essence it helps build courage and alleviate anxiety in times of emergency. In the Victorian Language of Flowers, Rock Rose stood for surety. Word-wise I enjoy the balance of ‘Rock Rose’; the masculine/feminine, the hard/soft, the permanent/ephemeral.
Hopefully some bits and bobs will be available under Rock Rose Press in time for Christmas 🙂
Stepping into the new year, I am pleased to announce a new project for 2016: my poetic retelling of Hans Christian Andersen’s fairytale The Red Shoes. Using a combination of combination of verse and poetic prose, I have written my own interpretation of this classic story.
There have been many adaptations and interpretations of The Red Shoes; in books and on the screen. As a motif, red shoes have long been popular in well-known stories and some lesser-known folk tales. Inspired by themes such as direction, dancing, nature, belonging and creativity, I wanted to write a version about making soulful and authentic choices within the dance of life. I also just really love red shoes 🙂
When I met artist and illustrator Sam Brett-Atkin, I immediately loved his artwork and thought he might be the right person to illustrate The Red Shoes. Luckily Sam was just as keen! Through our collaboration the story has developed into a richer narrative, and Sam has begun creating beautiful, atmospheric images in charcoal and ink.
We have decided to self-publish the book in 2016. Through a crowd-funding campaign we hope to finance the first print run, and allow you to pre-order your copy! We will be announcing the details later this year, please get in touch if you’d like to be on the project mailing list.
It’s out with the old and in with the new here. I am looking for lovely new homes for these pieces of artwork, to make room in my cupboards (and head) to make more! If you’d like to purchase one of these for a Christmas present, or just to treat yourself, please get in touch.
THROUGH THE NIGHT (2015) / acrylic & assemblage on wood / handmade frame / 16cm square
£40 plus postage
THROUGH THE DAWN (2015) / acrylic & assemblage on wood / handmade frame / 16cm square
£40 plus postage
SOUL ADRIFT (2013) / acrylic & assemblage on wood / handmade frame / 21cm x 27cm
£65 plus postage
RED SHOES (2014) / paper, stitch & acrylic / handmade frame / 25cm x 29cm (frame 6cm deep)
£80 plus postage
BLOOM (2014) / textiles hanging / bamboo rod / 25cm x 29cm
£45 plus postage
THIRTY (2014) / textiles hanging / bamboo rod / 25cm x 29cm
£45 plus postage
It’s been almost a whole month since Wenlock Poetry Festival, and shamefully I’ve only just got round to processing my photos from Wild Wenlock. For me the weekend was a wildish crafty whirlwind, with lots of visitors to my little travelling village. The splendid chaps at the builders merchants made our month by turfing the entire Corn Exchange in real grass, which was the icing on the cake for Wild Wenlock. Here are photos from our weekend of play and poetry:
By the way, Wild Wenlock is available for summer events and children’s parties 🙂
I am making a nest.
Weaving it out of bits and bobs, whatever twigs and scraps I find in the studio and garden.
It makes me feel peaceful, settled, home.
Making it helps me notice the birds more and observe their behaviour.
Perhaps when it is done I will tie it in a tree for a feathered friend to discover…