The Hermitage
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Showing posts with label calendar. Show all posts
Saturday, 19 December 2015

The Wayfarer's Year

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This photograph seems to encapsulate how I feel right now. It was taken (by the wondrous Sylvia Linsteadt who came to visit! but more...
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Thursday, 13 November 2014

The Hermitage 2015 Calendar

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T HE HERMITAGE 2015 CALENDAR IS HERE!  This year, my calendar is bigger (by popular demand) - there's more room to write in the da...
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Sunday, 24 November 2013

The Hermitage Calendar - third print run

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T HE HERMITAGE 2014 CALENDAR has proved popular beyond my imaginings! The first and second print runs whooshed off the shelf like th...
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Saturday, 9 November 2013

The Hermitage 2014 Calendar

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A SMILING PAGAN SUN rises on the cover of my brand new Hermitage 2014 Calendar , welcoming in twelve months of art - wonderful and st...
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Monday, 19 November 2007

Hickory Dickory

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T O BE ABLE TO MEASURE TIME ~ the passing of the days, months, seasons and years ~ by means of watching the sky, has been an obsession of o...
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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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