The Hermitage
Showing posts with label superstition. Show all posts
Showing posts with label superstition. Show all posts
Friday, 11 March 2011

Owl Words

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W ESHIMULO the Gypsies call her - Ghost of the Woods - hoohoo could she be?... Owls have fared badly in folklore in general, being portent...
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Friday, 4 July 2008

Wildflowers & windows

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W ELL WELL , the sun has visited us for a brief glimpse and so we grabbed the chance to hang out washing, walk a little and cut holes in the...
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Friday, 6 June 2008

Little Yellow Stowaways

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W HAT IS THIS strange yellow bundle clinging to the wheel-arch of our Bedford? This Scottish June has brought us yellow all around.. yellow...
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Friday, 23 May 2008

Witch Bottle

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O VER THE LAST few days this Witch Bottle will have been crossing some of your house thresholds. So I thought it time to introduce her, an...
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Sunday, 30 March 2008

Weeds & Wees

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M EDIEVAL HERBALS are things that delight me .. old compendiums of collected folk knowledge about plants and how they can help us, filled w...
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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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