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Showing posts with label ice. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ice. Show all posts
Sunday, 1 December 2013

Silver & Gold

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O NE ICY MORNING as the light crept over the edge of my day, I stepped out into the frosted world and found there on the cold ground a...
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Thursday, 13 December 2012

The Battle Between Frost and Light

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I N THE MORNING of winter shadow,  a night time of ice quills quiver in shrouded anticipation  of the bright armies of day ...
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Monday, 17 January 2011

The Icicle-Spoked Wheel of Fire

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T HE YEAR'S CRANK has been turned again this January. Now it is Two Thousand And Eleven! But this sun rose for us on the old Celtic New...
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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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