The Hermitage
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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Friday, 28 March 2008

It is Spring

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S COTLAND-IN-SPRING ... this evening there are dripping birds singing evening songs in the dripping leaves as the sun blinks a few times be...
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Sunday, 23 March 2008

Eggs & Serpents

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♥ ♥ ♥ Happy Easter friends! ♥ ♥ ♥ Two egg tales for you today ... First a few pysanky ~ Ukrainian easter eggs, decorated beautifully usi...
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Wednesday, 19 March 2008

Leg Wheel & Jew Harp

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A BENT AND STRANGE GIRL with legs inspired by my words in the previous post... that perhaps one day my legs might curl up into a circle an...
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Thursday, 13 March 2008

Some turtles have nice shells

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W HEELED HOMES stir something in me, something that is perhaps a mixture of delight in memory, in the imagery of wheels and in all things n...
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Saturday, 8 March 2008

The Animation Attic

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P ARCEL TAPE and cobbled-together ideas of make-do animation studios have, in the past few days and weeks, been sensibly hurled into the R...
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Tuesday, 4 March 2008

Ringing bells in other people's spirits

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Y OU KNOW when you stumble across another person's work and you are drawn into their world in a tumbling ecstasy of combined respect at...
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Saturday, 1 March 2008

Hands

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T HE HAND is a wonderful instrument, linked to the mind as if hand and intellect were two halves of a hinged tool, one edified by the other...
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Monday, 25 February 2008

The Book Thief

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I T'S JUST a small story really, about among other things: a girl, some words, an accordionist, some fanatical Germans, a Jewish fist-f...
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Tuesday, 19 February 2008

Kneeling Goats and Mossy Kettles

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T HESE BRIGHT DAYS have called us outdoors into the hills ... We have walked lots of miles carrying just a camera and a bag of raisins, and ...
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Sunday, 17 February 2008

Kakuarshuk

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K AKUARSHUK'S TALE speaks of a time long ago when women got their children by digging in the earth. The would pry children loose from t...
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Wednesday, 13 February 2008

Stones & Bones

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R ABBIT SKULLS with long curled hollow grass-chomping teeth and little delicate snap-whispers of leg bones can be found lying all over the ...
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Tuesday, 12 February 2008

Sun on the chimbleys

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T HE SMELL OF SPRING is here and has brought a wonderful uplifting sunshine with it. We have walked around the hills scarf-and-gloveless an...
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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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