The Hermitage
Wednesday, 22 December 2010

White-Ivied

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T HERE'S A THICK WHITE SNOWSKIN laid over our village and beyond, we haven't been able to venture much beyond it, but trapped in th...
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Thursday, 9 December 2010

Hermitage Bazaar

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S NOWS HAVE COME AND GONE , ours the least whitened corner of all the white white country. Perhaps they'll come again (and I'll show...
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Wednesday, 24 November 2010

Marvels and Tales

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H ERE'S A MARVEL & A TALE ... This autumn, in the rather marvellous Journal of Fairy Tale Studies published by Wayne State Universit...
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Wednesday, 17 November 2010

Ventriloquism

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Ventriloquism : n . art of throwing one's voice so that it seems to come from some source other than the speaker. 1797, formed as a des...
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Tuesday, 2 November 2010

The Rootpond Clock & Considerations on Artistic Conversation

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T HIS BURNT ORANGE TREE grows on my most recent Once Upon O'Clock , completed a couple of months ago. The Rootpond Clock I called it.....
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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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