I’ve stepped back in to this world by accident and inspiration. As I write I’m often inspired by images and so I wanted to attach some images that I created to the words I write.
This watercolour was originally not going to look anything like this, it wasn’t even the subject matter but after a tantrum followed by a little time getting my hand back in tune with the paint it became Broc.
At the edge of every woodland I dream to see this character looking back at me before heavy-footing it back through the undergrowth to chomp on some bluebells. A glimpse is enough.
Here’s the video. For more info check out the previous post. If you have any questions then please feel free to ask.
So here are some pictures of the woodcarving Bee has recently completed. I have been wanting to get something like this down for three years and I am in love with it. As I type this now I’m uploading a short video on to my YouTube channel so you can take the walk. I’ll attach it to this post once it is up.
You can go on a walk from the church, across the field and glance at the birds flying by. Then when you hop over the style or the wall and make your way to the edge of the treeline you might see foxes, badgers and even rabbits in the field. The when you wander across to the next field if you are very lucky you might just see a hare. But don’t forget to check the pond in case there is a toad nearby. Shhhh, stay quiet at the far edge of the field is a stag and his does.
Can you tell how much I love this.
Oh and I do stumble over the washing basket near the beginning of the video so please ignore that!
Beauty in brown.
A trickle of treacle
Warm chestnuts in cold hands
Toasted bread and bubbling cheese,
two rounds please.
Rough walnut shells and wet earth smells.
Coffee ground from beans
means time to sit down , feet up
book open and flick through the pages
Glossy conkers peeping up to me
through crunchy Autumn leaves.
Sparrows shouting from my roof.
The clopping hooves of a shaggy Shire,
Logs waiting for a fire
or a carving that makes a floor full of shavings,
or back to the start as a gnarled oak tree
with acorn cups for a fairy or three.
To scribble with ink of many shades
but always back to brown on a thick cream page.
© Swarms Me 2017
My immortal eyes,
across pastures glide
Beyond the crow cloaked oak
and woodfire smoke.
To hear the small dryw cry
For the White Hart’s rise.
Swarms Me ©2016
In March of 2016 we went on a short trip to Llandygwydd, Cardiganshire, Wales where we met local artist, David Beattie. You can see his works on his Facebook page here. David kindly opened up his studio to let us have a look round. It was a veritable cornucopia for the eyes and mind, every available surface was covered in his work and works in progress. He was very welcoming and happy to talk about his work, processes and research, he has a true artist’s character.
He was, at that time working on a number of pieces for his university portfolio and hares feature very strongly in his work. So the combination of this, the surroundings and long walks and the natural inspiration of Wales led to this poem.
Tomorrow we’re going wassailing. I’m very excited, it is something I’ve wanted to do for ages to brighten up this otherwise grey and miserable time of year.
For anyone who doesn’t know wassailing is most likely Anglo-Saxon in origin and you’ll find it happening in fruit growing areas around early to mid-January, depending on what calendar you are following. The point is to make sure the coming year’s harvest is a good and fruitful one. The wassail queen places cider soaked bread on to branches of a chosen tree and everyone sings, cider is also poured on the roots. Then everyone goes round all the trees banging and shouting to wake the trees up and chase off any evil spirits that lurk and would otherwise do harm to the trees. Exciting eh!?
Well with this coming up and me having a right old ponder this morning about getting some YouTube videos sorted out and I thought about doing a haiku a day. As the day goes on my brain ticks and whirrs…I shouldn’t pay it any attention half the time. Anyway I ended up with what will come in a moment. I feel like I’m jabbering and would normally like to keep my posts a bit shorter than this. It’s no a proper haiku, the only elements are the syllables and it is seriously lacking in sabi and wabi. I’ve kind of merged it with an old English folk song style due to the subject matter…I’ll shut up now, meditate on succinctness and you can actually read it.
Shout and bang and sing
with the wassail queen and king.
Ripe hopes, this year bring.
© Swarms Me 2017
During a wood chopping session (I kid you not) B spotted an interesting knot and before I knew it The Fish and the Whale was born.
This was nearly kindling. B chopped one end off a piece of pallet wood and then the other as they had nails in. There was a knot, or a hole where the knot had been. This sparked B’s mind. It looks like a little boat….it could be on the sea. B has loved whales for as long as he can remember so that was a given to get a whale in there.
I love the little lantern and the detail of his little box on the boat.
It is so sad that you can’t touch this piece, it’s texture is so inviting and the characterisation of both the fish and the whale is wonderful. There is a great sense of depth from the bottom of the boat to the sea underneath.
I don’t know if all this shows up on the photo. You’ll have to let us know.