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studio workbench

works in progress on the bench – carrying on with watercolours, for my collaborative work with Suzie Ross – text transcribed from the small joys that I collected a few weeks ago from friends

a very lovely and simple one: “collecting blackberries this morning from a bridleway where I spotted a ripe patch yesterday”

the colour I used matched the blackberries, but that was by chance as I had already painted the paper before I read it

this time I’m putting the first marks down and Suzie will add to them – mindful that I need to leave enough space for a conversation!

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watercolour

Working with watercolours today, as part of collaborative project with local artist Suzie Ross (@suzieross007 on instagram).

Memory, landscape, connection.

Struggling with the colour palette, working on top of Suzie’s colours. Its so interesting, working with another person, they don’t do what you’d do; so responding is always stepping into the unknown.

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joseph beuys (I)

This will be the first of a number of posts about Joseph Beuys. Because he is a creative hero, and because I am writing about him in an essay, and I want to share the good bits here – as and when I write them.

A shaman alchemist artist; an artist of transformation, generosity, pedagogy, healing, mythology, landscape, substance, objects.

And there is this element of Beuys’ work :


“Beuys appropriates many of alchemy’s basic tenets. Most important, he maintains that creativity is not only the distinguishing mark of the artist but is also the point of union between the divine and the human.”


(The quote is from Refiguring the Spiritual by Mark C.Taylor).

There is much to live up to.

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reflection video

tunnel, light

The weather has changed overnight with the solstice, cooler air came over, a little rain.

It looks very much like we are heading back to a form of lockdown here in Wales. Its good to remember that uncertainty is also indeterminacy.

‘Stop reading the news, just stay in your lane and keep walking. You know what you are doing, so keep doing it. Covid isn’t going away.’ Young people are unsentimental and wise.

Here is a tiny video clip of a tunnel. Once you look around the tunnel, you notice that it has light in it, and reflections playing on the walls. You notice that a person could find something to look at, something to look forward to, even in a tunnel.

(And there is a secret that I will tell you, which is that if you turn around 180 degrees, you will see that the tunnel is open to the wide beach and the wide sea and the wide sky).

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art reflection

desk top landscape

Desk top landscape.

Gleanings from today’s readings:

Arte Útil : Useful art / Art as a Tool

Artists = instigators

A spiritually necessary art.

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art video

oak tree

A short video that is influenced by talking with some amazing people in the ‘Akimbo’ creatives workshop, including artist Jamuna Barry – and some writing and images that she made, about the ways in which trees and fungi help one another, or otherwise. Silently, and underground.

Here is a link to Jamuna’s blog post about the ‘wood-wide-web’: https://everydayartist.com/the-wood-wide-web/

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shipping joy

An outline business plan?

What would that be like?

Why do I feel so happy?

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dusk, Pontyberem

I started my daily post today at the end of the long day. I was sitting at my desk looking out of the window at a piece of the after-sunset sky, and I was thinking what can I possibly share by this point in this day? I am depleted, all shared out. I don’t have something to give that would be generous.

So I just opened the sash and I climbed out of the window and I sat on the flat roof with my back to the wall of the house, and I looked out to the west.

I started to listen. First I heard a sparrow in my roof calling. Then there was the song of a blackbird. After that the crows started up in the woods and flying, fussing and settling, their calls echoing across the back gardens. I wondered whether there were bats flying, and I started to watch the wide sky fading behind the woods and the first stars coming through. The light high clouds were streaking and spreading out to the west. I started to feel the cold autumn air on my bare feet, and I noticed that the smell of it was autumn. I started to notice the ordinary sounds of the street, and the lighted windows shining out of the night houses. I started to feel myself at home in my body, in the world.

I climbed back in the window and closed it behind me.

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a small book

This post is about a small book that I’ve made about being a person – its to start out my journey at this, my new website and blog address.