The Hermitage
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Showing posts with label book. Show all posts
Thursday, 17 September 2015

Wild Goddesses and Gods

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I T'S AN AEON AND A MINUTE since I stood on that shore looking out over the then unknown seas of motherhood which were to wash o...
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Sunday, 2 June 2013

The Scrimstone Circus Gospel

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The Scrimstone Circus Gospel illustration 1 - by Rima Staines L ISTEN TO ME . I wasn't born for birthday parties and scented c...
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Monday, 19 January 2009

A new story

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T HERE HAS BEEN A STORY in my head for a long long time ... it has changed and grown and found new paths down which to wander, and sometime...
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Sunday, 14 September 2008

The Storyteller's Clock

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A ND there for you is the story of Once Upon O'Clock number four, just completed and inspired by the beautiful words and pictures of t...
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Monday, 12 May 2008

The Game

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I THOUGHT I'd show you an interesting little something which I made a few years ago as the final piece on my Book Arts & Crafts de...
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Rima Staines
Dartmoor, United Kingdom
Rima Staines is an artist using paint, wood, word, music, animation, clock-making, puppetry & story to attempt to build a gate through the hedge that grows along the boundary between this world & that. Her gate-building has been a lifelong pursuit, & she hopes to have perhaps propped aside even one spiked loop of bramble (leaving a chink just big enough for a mud-kneeling, trusting eye to glimpse the beauty there beyond), before she goes through herself.

Always stubborn about living the things that make her heart sing, Rima has lived on wheels a few times in her life. She's currently rooted in mossy South Devon, halfway between moor and sea.

Rima’s inspirations include the world & language of folktale; faces of people who pass her on the street; folk music & art of Old Europe & beyond; peasant & nomadic living; magics of every feather; wilderness & plant-lore; the margins of thought, experience, community & spirituality; & the beauty in otherness.

Crumbs fall from Rima’s threadbare coat pockets as she travels, & can be found collected here, where you may join the caravan.
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