Art and Writing Class (September-December 2021)

Art and Writing Hearth is run by Jane Ray, Sita Brahmachari and Ros Asquith on Tuesdays at 3pm.

This term each week we choose a different artist. Come to the art and writing hearth each week and bring ideas about the world of art.

Be inspired by the art, song, poems and conversation


Henri Matisse

Matisse, both stern and joyful
Set out to study law.
But illness forced him to
Take flight, to take flight.
Sickness struck him down, his mother gave him paints.
He turned from darkness into light, into light.
Sombre subjects, muted hues, until he saw Van Gogh
Something bright, something bright, something bright.

We love his lady, shimmering, proud,
His figures lounging in the heat
We think these colours brought him back to life, back to life.

He became bold, he became brave, sang with patterns, textures, shapes,
Ladies wearing flowing bubus dressed their best, dressed their best.

He threw open all his windows, painted blue dawns, scarlet sunsets,
Dancing figures , sparkling patterns, full of light, full of light.

Yet when illness struck again he was ready, he was ready,
Took up paper, took up scissors and transformed the world we see
Dazzling stars -or are they flowers?
(We could gaze for many hours)
At his courage and profound creativity.

Below are some of the images that inspired our work:


Frida Kahlo

Frida Kahlo inspiration

We arrive on the screen
Portraits in zoom
Homage to Kahlo’s inspiration
Head wraps, pink and orange flowers and patterned
Glorious flower haired Frida backdrop
A Kingfisher on shoulder
Bringing favourite colours of yellow, orange and pink
In an empty frame grows a communal work
Bringing all our favourites to a portrait
Contemplating Kahlo’s beautiful face
Her signature eyebrow
Her serious, intense stare
Her meditations on life, art, nature and pain
Musing on her own muse
Searching to know herself
Her gaze; intense, individual, creative, passionate, patient
Strong, revolutionary,
Married to Diego Riviera, fellow revolutionary
Love and turmoil repeated
on canvasses and vast walls
carrying a constant companion in life and art her monkey
Fulang Chang
Painting roots and family trees, leaves, wings and watermelons
Butterflies, hummingbirds, fantasy flowers and family
Ties of blood
Growing from the lush landscape of Mexico
She lived with pain from birth
often felt strange, different
But from her sick bed she painted to express herself
Spoke words of encouragement too about human ability to endure
Today she speaks to us as woman and icon
As we leave the frame she gazes across time to see our own group portrait
Featuring a Lioness for courage, a tiger too and a butterfly to decorate hair,
an orange cup of nectar and precious contemplation

If Frida could join us in our zoom today? What would she have to say?
What flowers, insects, animals of courage, hope, healing would she offer us?
Through her art we hear her voice
Reaching across the tick-tock of time
For Frida Kahlo painted her way back to Spring in lockdown too
Just like you

Below are some of the images and words that inspired our work:


Edward Lear

Little verse inspired by Edward Lear’s Nonsense Alphabets.

Cat Drawing by J

A is for Art and writing
(Sometimes quite exciting)
Arty
Darty
Smarty
Party
Close to our hearty
Art and Writing.

E is for Edward Lear
(Whose lines are crystal clear)
Leary
Weary
Deary
Cheery
Never dreary
Edward Lear.

P is for purring Pussy cat
(Loved by an owl -fancy that!)
Catty
Hatty
Chatty
Natty
Pet-and-patty
Pussy cat.

Below are some of the images, poems and videos that inspired our work:


Andy Goldsworthy

The Art of Andy Goldsworthy
(What does not glitter can be Goldsworthy!)

Begin with purple Clematis
Sunflowers petals, alternate leaves
Feathery veins
Pattern of purple petals and ivy
Ray’s land- art emerging
Into which
Goldsworthy walks nature’s way
A living man with wrinkled brow
Hands of archaeologist, expression of a lion
Wading water with walking sticks
Stirring the power of awesome play
Unforgotten childhood
Meditation in mud, stone, rock, root, leaf, bone

Find what nature gives you today
Then play, play, play

Button holes in flowers of roses red
Of orange blooms to match a scarf
A wedding display
Rangoli flowers
Lifeblood of love

Find what nature gives you today
Then play, play, play

Shedding leaves transport to an autumn wood
glowing burgundy, russet, mustard, turmeric
colour wheel of seasons turning
Travelling through seasons of winter twigs
Ice stars shimmer against the fresh fall of never seen
snow
spines, angels, ephemeral butterflies
photographed
melting to reflections
Leaves wafted on the wind
Down to earth
Meditation on humility
Find what nature gives you today
A flower pizza it is
Delicious!
So play, play, play!


From the communal treasure hoard gathered together by S.B in the Art and Writing Room!

Below are some of the images that inspired our work:


Vincent Van Gogh

We’ve missed our friends over the long weeks of summer.
And now we meet online, at the start of a new term,
To talk about – Vincent.
His chair, his pipe, his tobacco.
Swirling skies and sunshine, starry, starry nights,
Eyes of china blue gazing back at us…
900 paintings in ten years and only one sold…

Drawing by J inspired by
Van Gogh

He painted the poor, the ‘potato eaters’ – such poverty..
His heart was ‘like the sea, with its storms, its tides, and its depths.
It had its pearls too..’
The extravagantly bearded Postman surrounded by flowers,
The fields, the daffodils, the friends,
Painted with a palette of emotions.

He painted sunflowers and now, so do we – glowing glorious yellow
And flaming orange,
Spiked green leaves, and centres of dark velvet,
Twisting their beautiful faces to follow the sun.

No care for money or fame.
He suffered for his sanity.
He cut his ear.

His was a life of love.

There is nothing more.

Poem created by JR from words and phrases collected from the group in response to Van
Gogh’s paintings


The Garden

Underwater Garden

Underwater Garden

Paper sand
transformed in dream world
to grains of gold
fan shells, pebbles
treasure

Transported to the beach
flowers grow before our eyes
Sea weed floats
Star fish – flowers
bloom from shells

Shoals of fish
All life source here
Food, salty, fishy nourishment
And on the shores of Ntela’s words
‘humans crowded on a Bournemouth beach’

Held in the arms of a water goddess
reflecting on water
We wriggle spines
Octopus arms waving
Zoom tendrils trailing
across the film, the water screen

Diving in
to dream time
slow time
down, down to the sea bed
where fantasy flowers grow from mottled shells
prickly dream flowers
smooth yellow petals
like little suns
grow before our eyes
pinks, yellows, delicate creams
precious glow of electric blue
sea anemone
magic lotus flowers
smudged colours

Underwater blossoms meander
on watery stems
Captured in Josephine’s words
‘Wonderland world’
Our spines float free
Bursting tension, popping seaweed pods

For we are calm and cool in our underwater garden
escaping from the heat of a scorching day
feeling ice water on skin
making of our minds
aquariums
drifting further still to the Great Barrier Reef
dreaming that Climate Change never bleached
vivid coral’s beauty
that it can
that it will
Re-generate

We too
sway in our chiffon waves
playing with light and imagination
surfacing to paddle along the paper shore
splashing water merrily, merrily
to the tune
of ‘Red Sea, Red Sea’

Poem by E. E.


Seaside Flora and Fauna

From the Big Beaming Sun Flowers

From the big beaming sun flowers,
To the precious blood-red roses,
Blooming from our imagination,
The air filled with sweet scent of enchanting therapeutic perfume,
Keeping time with the passing of seasons,
The work of surreal imagination
One perfect rose.
A single flower,
wrapped in tenderly,
pure and deep-hearted fragile petals,
With scented dew.
The rose flower: A universal symbol of love, passion, blood and peace.
Humans and other creatures beholds so much of you
For you wetted our appetite with goodness and what you symbolize.
Although you’re also covered in your protective and prickly thorns,
We will always be entrenched and enchanted by your beauty.

Poem by J

Below are some of the images and poems that inspired our work:


Flowers

Flowers

Flowers smell fragrant like perfume
If we don’t take care of them, flowers fade
Only someone who really loves you gives you a rose
The giver is planted in my heart
We are given flowers when we get married
A father gives his daughter a bouquet of flowers on her wedding dayI decorate my home with flowers
and I never forget that I can paint flowers too
A husband gives his wife a bouquet of flowers on her birthday
Children give their mum a bouquet of flowers on mother’s day
Flowers are always in our life

Poem by N


Shaun Tan’s imagination

Cup of Artness

Bright flowers and creatures emerging from sepier tea cups
The work of a surreal imagination
Contemplating the strange in the ordinary
Welcoming weird- ness
alien-ness
The imagination- eye you and I create in search of truths
To me an owl is wise, to you bad luck
Twit Twoo – does it even sound like that for you?
Birds do not fly the same in my mind’s eye and yours
We stand upon sand
A planet, magical moons washed in sunshine
Or a giant maze
Working out the rules of the game
Giant owls looking over the city
Sceptical, doubtful,
Inspired, awe struck
Tiny people balance on a shell
Boats sail in and out of harbours
Transported to pyramids
Focusing on details
Photographing leaves
Discovering fossil flowers from ancient lands
And all the time
The eye is in the clock
Keeping time to the passing of the season

Migrating, leaving and arriving
Hands and beaks spreading imagination seeds
Keeping track of flower-ness, ginger – ness, coffee-ness
Hat-ness, wild-ness
For after all one person’s weed is another’s flower
In this shared art and writing class
At tea time
We share a cup of art-ness
A tale of the unexpected or ridiculous
A red tree growing unexpectedly in your bedroom
Depending on your lens
Asking is it foe or friend?
Through Tan’s art we meet the alien in ourselves

Communal poem inspired by Shaun Tan’s imagination


Fantasy Gardens

Our imagination tree

Remembering our herb garden
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
We turn to dream of fantasy gardens,
Gardens in our minds.

What might we grow if we could grow anything at all?
Lemons? Carrots? Violin trees? Money!

Impressed by formal English gardens, clever but cold,
Charmed by Alice’s universal wonderland
of talking flowers, as entrancing in Arabic as in English.
Amazed by mazes, mesmerised by magical Xanadu,
Dazzled by Dali’s musical flowers, his creatures of leaf and
Grape.

We inhabit Shaun Tan’s world, where neon blossoms
leap, bursting with light, from monotone objects:
pencil sharpeners, match boxes, teacups.
‘As if the real world were dull, while the imagination flames.’

We are cool in the moon garden,
Hot in Rousseau’s imagined Africa,
Calm beneath the waves, with fish
Who swim among trees.

But what might we grow if we could grow anything at all?
Lemons? Carrots? Violin trees?
A virus to conquer covid! An antidote!
To make us powerful and free.

So our imagination tree makes us
Powerful and free.

Below are some of the images and poems that inspired our work:


Edible garden

Our edible garden

We wondered, but didn’t wander, about parks.
‘Too busy, too many people.
Far too many people. Far too busy.’

Instead, we devoured our edible gardens,
Their elegant straight rows, their delicate fragrance.
‘They are busy too, they are busy growing.’

Our imaginations taste tomatoes,
crunch carrot and cucumber,
savour sharp flavours of sweetcorn, peppers, peas.

A grandmother tells stories amid bean rows,
‘When you eat, it’s vegetables;
when you are sick, it’s medicine.’

Drawing by N

Artists create food faces, peachy cheeks, grapes for
hair.
Fascinated, frightened, we seek comfort in Cezanne,
His solid fruits, his red wine.

And Caravaggio, how long did it take
to paint that magnificent basket of fruit?
Did the apple rot as he painted? And the leaf whither?

Ophelia’s sad song takes us to our herb garden
Where we are soothed, swaying to Scarborough Fair:
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.


Park

Beehiving ourselves in the park

Reflecting on our ponds,
Remembering our watery creatures,
We move to expansive spaces,
green green grass, freedom to roam.
And we wonder who we might be
if we lived wild in parks:
A rose? A deer? A squirrel?

Soft pointillist glow of Pissarro’s late summer light,
inspiration of Diana’s fountain-a living monument
where children splash through summer.
The shimmering mirage of a hive,
towering over Kew Gardens,
as delicate as spun glass,
thrumming, humming, buzzing with life.

But bees feel too busy for our mood today.

We gaze at Seurat’s people, crowded but alone
Each still, locked within their dreaming minds.
Children play in the park around us, blowing bubbles,
hula-ing their hoops, hurling bread to eager ducks.
And a pensioner plays too.
‘You’re never too old for hopscotch.’

We lounge on benches, dawdle in deckchairs,
Absorbing the rich colours of a riot of meadow flowers,
Lulled by the sounds, the sights, the smells, of summer
And of glorious Richmond Park.

Below are some of the images that inspired our work:


Pond

Reflections on Water

Water in a home-made pond
Blue Paper under a glass bowl
Water-filled, screen spot-lit
and magically, it is a garden pond.
Pitter patter of rain drops on the surface
Dancing water
Adding rocks and floating matter
Forget-me-nots floating
Dandelion petals
Lion’s Tooth ‘Dent de Lion’
‘One man’s weed is another man’s flower’
A papier-mâché bird flies down to drink
Admiring art
Shoots of new growth
beautiful ornaments shining
Lotus flower or artichoke
Falling feathers swirl and ripple.
A flock now bathe, splashing fountains of water
‘Gathering like British people at a pub’
Floating to Monet’s water lilies
A garden pond is transformed into
a flat earth, an ocean around the edge with an ice rim
Lily pads of floating islands, continents
A whole world in a pond
Pansies at the edges are the outer universe
the sun and moon and stars.
We dive in
Choose what we dream to be
Water itself
A mermaid, blue whale, sea-horse, Clam fish
Gliding underwater with pre-historic dragon flies, frog spawn,
orange and white carp, tadpoles metamorphosing
rising to kiss the surface.
Preparing to leap onto a lily pad to become a Jazzy tree frog
Beware the beautiful fatal attraction!
Or to become… three babies clinging to a leaf
The Spider man of frogs leaping to the rescue
Funny, funny frogs! Much laughter.
Now Van Gogh’s night river brings romance

E.E’s Lotus Flower

A twilight evening walk
And through the river’s ripples a mermaid rises
A dragon fly too, iridescent bright grace of shimmering wings
Dancing to the soulful tune
Of Robeson and his ‘Old Man River’
that ‘just keeps rolling along.’

Below are some of the images and poems that inspired our work:


Flowerflies

Rangoli Blossoms


Blossom blooms, bursts, plunges, drifting on water.

As beautiful as if it were still
On the tree.


Rangoli, rangoli, rangoli.


Leaves, petals, bark, feathers form fantastic patterns.

As beautiful as if they were still on the branch, the stem,

The bird itself.


Rangoli, rangoli, rangoli.


Strange beasts emerge, beating leafy wings, their dandelion heads waving antennae

crying ‘Forget-me-not, forget-me-not.’


Rangoli, rangoli, rangoli.
We name them as flower flies, butter flowers, flutter bowers,
menacing locusts disguised with Rosetti’s daisies crying ‘He loves me, he loves me not.’


Rangoli, rangoli, rangoli.


Like our garden our art blooms,
then fades, as beautiful for a moment,
As when it grew in the rich soil of our minds.


Rangoli, rangoli, rangoli.

Below are some of the images and poems that inspired our work:


Feathery World

As Light as a Feather

Painting by E.E

Fluttering feathers settling on a white page
Dyed and natural
Grand peacock plumes with irridescent eyes
And regular brown markings of the guinea fowl
A breezy-waft of majestic ostrich feather
Marvelling at the power of a soaring eagle
Aviation inspiration
Cooing at the sweetness of Picasso’s dove
Olive branch in beak
Contemplating leaf-vein markings
And
Beating hearts as light as feathers

Quills sharpened to paint
feathers with a feather
Black and white veins
floating in on water colours
Blues, greens and yellows
Inspired by E.E’s Peacock meditation
Beautiful bird of splayed feathers
A field of buttercup-faces
Yellow eyes raised to the sun
Lighting up the bank of a speckled grey river

Inspiration drifting to
Feathered-hope
Lightness
Floating
Drifting
Free
Symbols for luck, protection, national bird, warding off danger
Or bringing an ‘evil- eye’
Depending on cultures, myth, tradition
Worn on ritual headdresses
Rare plumes for status
Feather fashions fly across the globe
As birds do
Bringing parrot brightness
Fanned feathers for showing off

Or the mottled markings of an owl
Nestling in a tree hollow
Camouflaged in bark
Seeking safety

Quills at the ready
Feathered-hope
Lightness
Floating
Drifting
Free
We humans feather-paint
Story-tell
chitter-chatter about our feathered-friends
Seeking

Beating- hearts as light as feathers

Below are some of the images and poems that inspired our work


Mini Beasts

Tiny creatures

Who do we think of first,
in our garden, when we ponder tiny beasts?
Ladybirds! Butterflies! Bees!
These we love, but nobody loves
A slug.
And what, really, is the point of a wasp?

Whereas bees, bees, bees,
provide one third of all our food.
If we lose our bees, we lose our bread.

We admire the stick insect, and the leaf insect,
Their simple camouflage delights us,
We appreciate the scarab beetle, the gorgeous dragonfly,
the industrious ant, whose colonies inspire us.
These we love, but nobody loves a wasp, a mosquito,
A slug. There are no poems praising these.

Whereas bees, bees, bees!
If we lose our bees, we lose our bread.

And as we giggle in our garden, our hive of activity,
busy as bees, snug as bugs in rugs -we realise that
Tiny creatures are super heroes,
-the perfect symmetry of the butterfly,
The spider’s web stronger than steel,
the rhinoceros beetle more powerful than any rhino,
the flea leaping higher than an Olympic athlete.
And we imagine a planet where they are tall and we
are tiny -terrified of their pincers, bug eyes,
Their beating wings, their stings.

The only fly in our ointment is that we must fly
away until next week, when we meet again in
Our garden of delights.

Oh where would we be without bees, bees, bees.
If we lose our bees, we lose our bread.

Below are some of the images and poems that inspired our work


Nest

Islington Nest Building

Welcome to our creative nest
made of Papier Mache
ripped up news
glued and sculpted with rough edges like a nest
painted brown.

In flies a bright bird
with rose red wings, blue body, green and yellow too
carrying feathers in its beak
feathering a fluffy, downy nest.

Is this a male Bird of Paradise
colours bright to attract the females?
beginning the mating ritual
comical call of warbled convulsions
watching their mating dance is mesmerising
the way they stare at each other, unblinking

Three feathers have drifted down
This bird builds a recycled home
of safety, security and creativity
A maternity ward for babies
Nest building’s, like home building
Or larger, more ambitious… an Olympic stadium in Japan is ‘The Bird’s Nest’

We have flown far to be here
a bird will fly far to find her partner
together they will build their nest
lay eggs
and their shells will hatch into fledgling
Swallow, Starling, Magpie, Cuckoo, Bird of Paradise
chicks
open mouthed
waiting for food, strength building
until they are strong enough to fly

Wonder at a murmuration of Starlings
Millions of them drifting, gliding, soaring, swirling, fluttering, floating, dancing
across the skies, forming the shape of a single migratory bird
flying so far that they sleep on the wing
gliding onwards
till finally landing
to build a new nest for Spring.

Below are some of the images and poems that inspired our work


Seeds

Seed Poem


Mother Earth, her rivers flowing
waters breaking, giving birth.
Her green fingers sowing kernels,
planting pips, Mother Earth.


Here are pine, pistachio, walnuts,
growing trees, spreading leaves,
as we gossip in our garden,
weaving dreams out of seeds.


There’s a tree of many colours,
standing tall, alive with birds
as the Earth laughs in flowers
lending music to our words.


Mother Earth reaps her harvest,
quietly tending to our needs,
as we paint, as we write,
weaving dreams out of seeds.

Below are some of the images and poems that inspired our work


Gardens

Blossom tree painting by N

The Garden of my Mind

In Lockdown I have painted, planted and painted
In Lockdown I have painted
my way back to spring
In the garden of my mind
Flowers and fruit have blossomed
In the garden of my mind
I have survived


I have painted and painted
a soft, smooth, purple aubergine
a crunchy, orange carrot
a round, red and tender tomato
full of seeds and sweet to the taste
a sweet, sweetcorn
ripened yellow by the sun
In Lockdown I have painted, planted and painted
In Lockdown I have painted
my way back to spring
In the garden of my mind
Flowers and fruit have blossomed
In the garden of my mind
I have survived

Tree painting by N


In Lockdown I have planted
Onions that sting my eyes
and make me cry
but still I eat them
and still I paint
The layers of an onion
are like life
I paint red chillies
They burn hot on my brush and on my tongue
In Lockdown I have painted, planted and painted
In Lockdown I have painted
my way back to spring
In the garden of my mind
Flowers and fruit have grown
In the garden of my mind
I have survived


In Lockdown I have painted through the seasons
Flowers of the spring
Soft, sweet fruit of summer strawberries
Apples in the Autumn orchards

falling on a bed of leaves
Winter berries, bare branches
In Lockdown I have painted, planted and painted
In Lockdown I have painted
my way back to spring
In the garden of my mind
Flowers and fruit have blossomed
In the garden of my mind
I have survived

Now I hear the bird-song calling me
outside

Poem by N

Below are some of the images and poems that inspired our work


The Elements

Earth

Communal Poem

We see the colours of the rainbow
Drift, and blend, until brown emerges.
Brown is all the colours in one
The colour of our Earth, our planet.
We see the whole world in our hands, as Stevie Wonder did,
And we imagine the Earth sifting through our fingers,
to fall to land and grow new life.
We think of Mother Earth as Mother Nature,
Resting amid mountains, her coverlet made
Of fields and forests
Her tears cry rivers, lakes and seas.
We name ourselves and tell of our brown beloveds:
Potatoes, bread, chocolate, nuts, caramels, coffee.
We speak our admiration of earthworms,
And our revulsion as they slither and squirm.
We admire the rings of a tree trunk, telling both its age
And the climate of its years,
Like the layers of Earth itself,
A history of civilisations.
The pigments of Earth, sienna, umber, ochre,
Used by Rembrandt for his portraits,
Used by native Americans
to paint the rough, majestic, powerfully muscled bison.
Beautiful brown bison.
We visit the underground world of animals,
The dens and warrens and sets of foxes, rabbits and badgers,
We see the brown angel winged horse,
As if imprinted on a rock, like a fossil.
We dream with the hibernating big, brown, bear.
We gather round our Earthen hearth
Contemplating our planet.
And if we were to handle the red dust of Mars
Or the silver dust of the moon,
Would we call it Earth?


Water

From waters to waters

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sketching
doodling
drawing
placing hands in the water
stirring words
Splash, wavy, flow, trickle
Percolate, gush, surge, spray, icy cold,
shiny, shimmery water
Reflection sparkling
Finding a river
Picking pebbles from the sea shore
Star fish, shells
ceramic sardines
Blue wave cresting on a page
Shells shape and wave-arc repeated
Patterning of sea and shore
Hearing the call of the sea in the conch shell
We’re away now on watery tides
Sailing in a boat of hearts

IMG_5721Reflecting on water lilies floating under the bridge
Picking up speed
Surging to the rapids
Water horses
Cresting waves
Surging blue of tails and manes
White horses galloping
Then diving down to treasure chests
Sailing with Seurat to serenity

different-faces-2-2Relaxing, bathing, contemplating water
Lulling us to sensation
Lowering into warm water
a babe in arms
taking her first bath
From waters to waters
Natural sponge on skin.

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Artwork by E.E

Mapping the oceans
Swimming along the river to the sky
Collaging in art and words
Discovering mermaids and the mysteries of the deep.

Funny tales, fishy-faced
Legs where mermaid’s fin should be
Telling jokes ‘Is an anemone your friend or your enemy?’
Snorkling for platypus, narwhale, tortoise, jellyfish,
Seaweed, crab, dolphins, starfish, eels
Meandering through the underwater weeds
Spying creatures of the deep
Singing a river lullaby
‘The River is flowing, flowing and growing’
Sailing from waters to waters
Mother earth carries us
back to the sea

Below are some of the images and poems that inspired our work


Fire

Fire Bird

Fire Bird
Spark life
Regenerate
Fire Hearth
Flowing a Diwali candle river
Vigil
Rose poem, flower petals
Word confetti

Eyes rising to stars and Planet fire
Sun
Toasting socks by the Hearth
Heart- fire, focus, core
Fire in the belly
Energy
Heart-warming

Fire burst
Painting sun
Bright rays of Turner’s fire sky, water reflections
A herd of fire horses galloping
To our Hearth, collaged sun
Mane, hooves, spirits ablaze

From mouth watering Barbecue
Cooking on summer fires
Where food always tastes better
To a volcanoes eruption
Lava of sunflowers
Light fantasy
Sparking humour
What if Christmas trees dressed humans with candles?
Fired up
Embers glowing
Down to earth again
Decoding words
Under fire, Fire up.Fire off, Can’t fight fire with fire

Trail-blazing to fairy tales
Mythical, magical flames
Phoenix rising
Hope from ashes
Regenerating
Immortal bird
Lighting fireworks in our minds
Artist magic flame wings fan
Inspiration
As we gather around the warmth of the Hearth
Chatting away
“This bird regenerates every five hundred years”
“There is only ever one Phoenix”
“Bird of paradise”
“Like a golden Pheasant”
“Ruby rising from the flame.”
“Flapping wings”
“All dressed up in feathers”
Watching, learning, fire-colours smudging, toning , blending
Dancing bird, flame-feathered
Sparking life from ash
And here she is this Phoenix
Red, orange, ruby rising

Jewel bird, hot off the press
Heart-warming
Gift from the Hearth
Emerging before our eyes
Glowing
Hope rising
eternal
We are warmed by your flame
Fire Bird

Below are the images and phrases that inspired our work.


Air

Our breezy spirits rise and fall with airy signs
Gemini, Libra, Aquarius.
Twins, dancing, swimming, balancing, flying,

We laugh at fresh air trapped, ‘100% pure Scottish air’!
Bottled by tricksters and sold to fools.
And yet, might we breathe this bottled air
and, in our imaginations, be whisked
Back
Home?

Luminous sunset clouds, iridescent, thrumming wings of
shimmering, glimmering, humming birds.
And a magnificent shape-shifting murmuration
of starlings.

The eye of a peacock’s tail reflects all our faces.
Our stressed brains and hearts, twisted, shell like,
are soothed by breathing, slowly, in, out.

Ariel’s spirit floats on the breeze,
magic in every part of him, he bears the NEWS,
(North. East, West, South,) in clouds.

We build kites of broomsticks and newspapers,
combine our elements in hot air balloons,
build castles in the air,
ride wild winged horses, wind in our hair.

We flutter, drift, float, we walk on air,
On gossamer threads, light hearted,
Blowing in the wind.

Below are the images and song that inspired our work.


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