Two interesting and thought-provoking compositions.
Originally posted on robertoalborghetti:
© Artwork Copyright Roberto Alborghetti
© Poem Copyright Marie Deerheart
ABOUT MARIE DEERHEART
Marie DeerHeart (USA) writes from a rich text based in theater, art, and design training. Also rooted from the soil of personal experience, Marie, known to blog readers as ~Meredith, writes about mental health and its challenges; her value of developing creative pursuits as part of the equation for living a satisfying life in the face of mental illness and recovery include yoga, dance, writing, and photography.
Marie’s professional background began in directing and choreography. Her education in dance and theater lent equal weight to creating grant-based movement and learning projects for school children, grades K thru 12, and mentoring independent theater projects for high school students. When mental illness changed the landscape of her life, Marie redirected her artistry and returned to school, studying architecture and art history (University of Minnesota). Her most recent works offer imaginative…
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Finding Sanctuary is the unifying theme of the poetry collection that I am currently working on.
As the summer holidays approach and we head off for the beach, the mountains or our own back gardens for a period of peace and respite, I invite you to consider where you find sanctuary in your daily life.
Is it a room in your house, a chat with a friend or a particular place that you like to visit?
Yesterday I went to Durham which is one of those places which appeals to my soul. Somewhere where I like to spend ‘time out’ when I have a few hours to spare. It is also the place I visited to seek inspiration when I first started this new poetry series back in January.
I have always thought of the sanctuary knocker on the cathedral door as more of a green man/pagan symbol so was intrigued when I read that it has also been interpreted as being a lion or a Chinese dragon mask.
In mediaeval times people seeking sanctuary from the hue and cry would use it to knock on the cathedral door and be admitted for a period of 37 days.
During this time they either had to come to terms with their fate or leave the country on the first boat to set sail from the port of Hartlepool.
I have used this idea in a previous story set in the twelfth century but have not yet found the answer to why sanctuary could only be claimed for 37 days.
An historian friend vaguely recalls it having something to do with Anglo-Saxon laws.
Does anyone know the answer?
An interesting piece from Roberto Alborghetti who ‘found’ his “Falling Star” in old posters/waste paper baskets. I found an interesting character in my spam stream this week. She is wearing a read snake print dress accessorised by a white Chanel vintage bag and high heeled black-suede shoes by Guiseppe. I don’t know why fashion houses are suddenly bombarding my blog but their ads are a useful (if unexpected) source of inspiration for finding new characters.
Originally posted on robertoalborghetti:
by Roberto Alborghetti
COLLAGE OF WASTE-PAPER PIECES FROM TORN
AND DECOMPOSED PUBLICITY POSTERS
This work is a collage created with 300 waste-paper pieces from torn and decomposed publicity posters.
It was selected and donated to the 40th edition of “An exhibition for a restoration” project which intends to protect and to preserve a great piece of art by Jacopo Siculo (XVI Century), “Incoronazione della Vergine”, in the beautiful Norcia (Perugia, Italy).
My “Falling Star” work will be on show in Norcia (Umbria, Italy) from July 12, 2014 to September 7, 2014, at Complesso monumentale San Francesco. The event is promoted by Comitato “Una mostra, Un restauro”.
Roberto Alborghetti ‘s LaceR/Actions is a multidisciplinary project and research about the apparent chaos of ripped and decomposed posters and urban/street signs. Roberto has already collected, around the world, more than 50.000 images.
Transferred on canvas, reproduced on lithographs or textiles (as pure…
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A quick reminder about Wednesday’s workshop in Richmond, North Yorkshire.
Originally posted on judithlesleymarshall:
On Wednesday 18th June I will be running a workshop for Richmondshire Writers who meet at Greyfriars Lounge, Flints Terrace, Richmond, North Yorkshire, DL10 4DQ from 7-9p.m.
The workshop is based on the theme of ‘Developing your Writer Self’ and is open to both members and non-members alike.
During the evening I will be guiding you through a series of creative exercises designed to enable you to reflect on creative output to date, identify next steps to take and develop a vision map to use as a tool for future creative practice.
I will draw from examples in my own writer’s journey and invite you to share tips and ideas that have worked for you along the way.
For further details about Richmondshire Writers see their website at: http://www.richmondshirewriters.com
I have been thinking a lot about white space lately in both my writing and my life, so I decided to take some time out to breathe and take in the air in Northumberland, one of my favourite English counties.
The photo above was taken by my husband while we were walking on Bamburgh beach, one of my favourite places to spend time out.
Although I’ve been to Bamburgh many times before I’ve never visited the Grace Darling museum, so I made a point of doing so on this occasion.
The museum has a free exhibition about the life of Grace Darling who became famous after she rowed out in a storm with her father to rescue passengers and crew from the S.S.Forfarshire, a steamer which had broken up on the rocks in a hurricane force storm. She was 22 years old at the time (07/09/1938) and only lived a further four years after that eventful night.
Her story inspired poems by Wordsworth and Swinburne, and the following by myself:
One mile I rowed that night,
one mile there and one mile back.
Nine souls I hauled that night,
the angel’s share of a mermaid’s catch.
The fate I snagged that night,
fame, fortune and a shorter life.
The name I made that night,
borne forever on the wind and tide.
The price I paid that night,
no bairns to carry on my line.
Where do you go when you want to take time out? What new things are there still to discover in your favourite places? How can you fit more white space in your life and your writing?