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Drypoint printing – great fun…….. | hedgewitchandstitch
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Sandie Craig Organic Artist. Drypoint printing – great fun……. This entry was posted on August 8, 2012, in life, laughter, friends and family. Yesterday my lovely daughter and I – along with Fliss a great sculptor/printmaker – spend a most enjoyable day with Ian Hill and his wife Jackie – Ian. Is a bookbinder/printmaker who lives in the West Lakes, near Cockermouth. The method is as follow:-. Through the little press and then hung up to dry and there they are………. August 8, 2012 at 7:57 am. I love the effe...
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RAMBLANISTA: July 2013
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Thursday, 25 July 2013. Climbing Nerôche: Landscape Experience and Performative Writing (Part One). Part One: The Context. Nerôche from the pastures near Staple Fitzpaine. No matter where I am in south Somerset, Ner. Che seems always to loom on the horizon, a brooding presence. Much of the land is owned by the Forestry Commission and Crown Estate and is the focus of the. Nerôche Landscape Partnership Scheme. And the Liberating the Landscape. Project. These have been instrumental in restoring the H. Paul ...
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Events | Notes from Near and Far
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The Small Heart of Things. Notes from Near and Far. Notes from Near and Far. Impressions of Place, by Julian Hoffman. September 17th, 2016. Estuary Festival, Shorelines Literature Weekend. Talk about the landscape of the Hoo Peninsula. Main auditorium, Tilbury Cruise Terminal, 2PM. April 6th, 2016. 57th Street Books/Seminary Co-op. In conversation with Center for Humans and Nature. April 8th, 2016. Book reading and signing. Iowa City, Iowa. April 10th, 2016. Gallery, Memorial Union 7:00PM. Book reading a...
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Altered State | The Peregrine Files
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Prose poems exploring convergences of place and moment. About ‘The Peregrine Files’. April 25, 2013. The snow, falling on my jacket, makes minute scratching sounds only audible when I am absolutely still. A few yards away, to my right, the same sound, muted by distance, echoes in a tinier way as tiny ice dry granules filter their way through the bone dry brownness of a hawthorn hedge. Until, that is, the new opportunity of April snow. Enthusiast. Father of five, head of English, writer, grower of old...
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RAMBLANISTA: August 2013
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Friday, 30 August 2013. María Inés de la Cruz The Woodlanders (with apologies to the late Mr Thomas Hardy),. Virgin Black Lace 2004. The Carteresque landscape - full of erotic menace. In fact, it’s all Angela Carter and absolutely no E L James. The Chase is the perfect backdrop for indulging these daydreams, walking the perfect ritual to conjure up images of fecundity and desire; it’s not dissimilar to saying the Rosary; the rhythm of my booted feet like the cadence of a Hail Mary. 8216;Watch your back!
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RAMBLANISTA: June 2013
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Sunday, 23 June 2013. Can't see the love for the hate. Here's a confession that'd get me expelled from any gathering of psychogeographers and academics: I can't stand London. No, let me rephrase that. I hate London with a rage so intense it would shake the city to its foundations if I could tap its energy in seismic form. London doesn't just take itself far too seriously, it demands those who visit it do so too; insists they pay homage at its shrines. I've probably got it all wrong, spend too much time s...
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RAMBLANISTA: September 2013
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Friday, 6 September 2013. Going down The Keats Road. The Golden Triangle (Butleigh to the left). In my previous post, Fecundity and Desire. 8211; a flirtation with the concept of a sadomasochistic landscape - I began ruminating about To Autumn. Before admonishing myself. DON’T GO DOWN THE KEATS ROAD! I wrote in my notebook. But why ever not? Well both, as it happens, but not until I’d entered The Golden Triangle. My first port of call was obviously To Autumn. Season of mists . What on earth am I saying?
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RAMBLANISTA: January 2014
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Wednesday, 22 January 2014. And in the beginning was the walk, and the walk was made flesh. Biblical walking narratives: doncha just love ‘em! Adam and Eve taking their leave from the Garden of Eden, tales between legs and no longer, sadly, naked; Saul on the road to Damascus, struck down and temporarily blinded by a bolt of lightning; the Israelites and their flight from Egypt; Mary, Joseph and the Baby Jesus on the run from Herod. So many people on the run, not a good time to set out for a stroll.
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RAMBLANISTA: July 2014
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Monday, 14 July 2014. I can’t afford a ticket on an old Dakota Airplane. I gotta jump a ride on a cattle-trucking slow train. I guess it doesn’t matter. As long as I can get my head down in the sun. Ah, the Quo. The mighty, perennial Status Quo. Who, like poverty and prostitution, will surely be with us for all time, quite possibly until the day of judgement. Who’d have thought I’d have managed to insert the twelve bar heroes into another doctoral missive? 8211; I wasn’t in a hurry. Indeed....Takes you i...
