The Hermitage
Showing posts with label memory. Show all posts
Showing posts with label memory. Show all posts
Monday, 14 December 2009

It is snowing in the book of my childhood

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W HEN I WAS SMALL , my family travelled to Oberammergau , a Bavarian village at the feet of the Alps where the houses are painted with fairy...
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Saturday, 17 October 2009

At my parents' house

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T HIS WEEK we have been visiting our families. We left our house parked in its Dartmoor field and hopped on a bus and then a train. The tra...
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Friday, 28 August 2009

Vagabond Villages & Transient Towns,

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I HAVE BEEN THINKING about moving villages: Towns that assemble and disperse and then reassemble. Gatherings of people that are not always...
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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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