It’s been a great summer, and I’ve loved developing my Found Poetry & Text Art workshops. Working with lovely groups in Shrewsbury and Hay-on-Wye has been an absolute joy, and I’ll be repeating these classes on a regular basis.
In the class we get creative with words, making poems, stories and our own artwork out of book pages and magazines. Using drawing and collage, I demonstrate simple techniques to help you read between the lines and work with text on a new level. Here are some photos from previous sessions:
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.
In mid-July I was invited to teach a bookmaking workshop at Festival on the Edge, a lovely folk and storytelling festival in Much Wenlock, Shropshire. The festival site is at the beginning of Wenlock Edge; a wooded limestone escarpment steeped in myths and stories, home to views like this:
When not making things in the children’s or craft tents, I enjoyed music by artists O’Hooley & Tidow and Jonathan Day. Tent-side breakfasts, locally roasted coffee and local cider were shared with my splendid companions, and a very pleasant eve was spent under a hazy Shropshire sunset.
As well as teaching bookmaking, I took along the Wild Wenlock teepees for some Sunday crafting, poetry and stories. Here are some photos from the weekend:
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:
Tuc tuc tuc tuc tuc, me tiptoe betwixt trees over magic moss carpet and under big blanket made from star and sky. With beady eye I searching. Me is seeking out shiny black beetle. Sharp jab of beak, store in pockets… shhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Me freeze in my tracks, see you standing in shadows. You catch tiny glimpse from corner of eye; flicker of wing’s edge and I gone, sink back into folds of night.