Category Archives: Found Objects

Chance Happenings and Interesting Finds

Candy Stripes and Winter Blues

Tammie and I found ourselves on a deserted beach at West Wittering, one rather cold and wet day this week.






This punctuated orange triangle stood out from the crowd


We dried ourselves out and warmed ourselves up in the pub afterwards


Then I found this in my bedroom.



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Hubble and Bubble and Remembering Loved Ones

I keep seeing frogs.  Live ones and even a dead one.  Could this mean I’m about to find my Prince Charming?  Unlikely.

Only the other day I rescued this little beauty that had fallen into a bucket of water.


What could be more appropriate as a Halloween animal spirit?  As we all know, many a poor frog has been sacrificed in a special witches brew.  As the thin veil between the world of the living and the dead draws near, it is a moment to celebrate the lives of loves ones and special animals friends who have left us: my darling brother, Tim; my sweetest whippet, Sadie; Mitzi the black cat; the rare-breed chicken; and Horus, the pig, to name but a few. They will all be sadly missed but not forgotten.

In all my correspondence with my brother, he called me 'sis' and I called him 'bro'.

In all the correspondence with my brother, he called me ‘sis’ and I called him ‘bro’.

This is a photo of me and my brother (circa 1959), when we lived in Australia

This is a photo of me and my brother (circa 1959), when we lived in Australia

Then I googled and found this on-line meaning for Frog Spirit which seems completely appropriate:

“The frog as spirit animal or totem reminds us of the transient nature of our lives. As symbol of transition and transformation, this spirit animal supports us in times of change. Strongly associated with the water element, it connects us with the world of emotions and feminine energies, as well as the process of cleansing, whether it’s physical, emotional, or more spiritual or energetic.

The frog spirit animal and rebirth

The frog totem symbolizes the cycles of life, in particular the rebirth stage. Its own journey through life, from tadpole to the adult state, reminds us of the many cycles of transformation and rebirth in our lives.

The symbolism of the frog as animal associated with birth and rebirth can be traced in Ancient Egypt, Ancient Rome and other cultures from antiquity. The frog was a popular symbol for fertility, as well as rebirth or resurrection. For example, in the Ancient Egypt mythology, the frog was associated with resurrection; the Roman Venus, goddess of Love, was often depicted with a frog.

The frog, symbol of transformation

The frog is an amphibian and goes easily from water to earth during its life. By extension, it has been often revered as a symbol of transition. If you see the frog as your animal totem or spirit guide, you may be called to experience change in your life. Those changes might be with regards to how you lead your life and can also be of spiritual nature.

Call on the frog spirit animal to guide you through times of transition and help you smoothly go from one state to the next. It will support your transformation or metamorphosis in a subtle yet powerful way.”

If you would like to know about Rabbit Spirit, hop over to the latest post on my Pilgrim on Horseback blog.

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Intriguing Papery Parcels?

I have not tampered with this picture.  Caught it in the light as the sun came out.

Caught in the light as the sun came out.

Spent a couple of hours in the drizzle this morning turning over the beds in preparation for some vegetable planting.   The plot is exposed so we have to leave it as late as we dare before planting anything.  In one of the beds I haven’t tackled yet, I came across these beautiful papery lanterns hanging from woody stems.

Can anyone enlighten me?

I am surprised they have managed to withstand all the wind and rain.  Some of the bodies are beginning to pop and spill their tiny black seeds.

They are obviously the fruiting bodies of something.  But what?  Such exquisite pieces of natural engineering.  So fragile yet bursting with new life.  I am completely smitten.

I've brought them indoors to collect the seeds and do some drawings.

I’ve rescued them from the compost heap and brought them indoors to collect the seeds and do some drawings.

Does anybody know what they are?  They look like a benign form of belladonna, but the word persimmon keeps piercing my consciousness.  Is someone trying to tell me something?  Am I right or am I right?  Can someone kindly enlighten me please?

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2nd Anniversary

First attempt at making jewelry from beach finds

I can hardly believe two years have passed since I started this blog!  What started out as an exercise to record artwork in a visual journal, my blog has become my creative conscience: a confessional in which I confront my fears, inaction, creative blocks, visual delights, and where there is nowhere to hide.

Art (and this blog) is the one ‘constant’ in my life and where I turn to in times of trouble.  It is at these most trying times that I often produce my best work and this blog may prove to be my greatest achievement yet – apart from my children!

I feel supported by the faithful – the small but elite band of  ‘follows’ who chart my ups and downs and thank you once again for your gentle encouragement, popping up occasionally to spur me on.  I hope that it too, in some small way, brings a glimmer of hope and inspiration to those who may be experiencing the same dilemmas and pitfalls we all go through at times in both our creative and personal progress through life.  I send you all virtual kisses and light a special sparkler to celebrate your loyalty. xxx


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Draw and Shoot

mussels attached to a ball


Secondly, I am looking at landscape with a photographer‘s eye.  In this mode, my concerns are mostly about colours and textures.  Here, I am composing pictures (for possible paintings); or thinking of different camera angles and recording field patterns or how bracken and winter grasses interweave their habit; the way that snow transforms a familiar scene; quickly taking a shot of a purple sky before it disappears, or – as in this photo – pouncing on a found object that I have rescued from the jaws of my dogs.  I use the camera on my phone which is always in my pocket.


And lastly, I view it with a painter‘s eye and go forth purposefully with small sketch book and sharpened pencil in my pocket.  This type of drawing requires solitude and dedication away from the madding crowd.  Preferably, with no dogs to keep a wary eye on, no people to distract you with ‘chatter’.  In fact, if I encounter ramblers or dog walkers, I resent the intrusion into my private world and tend to pick isolated places for this reason.  This is an ‘unpeopled’ landscape save for a few ancestral spirits that might be hanging around.

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All Washed Up


The recent storms and high tides have dumped a veritable bounty of ‘rubbish’ on the high tide line at Longrock, our nearest dog-walking beach.  Evidence of casualties litter the sand, not only birds feathers and fish carcasses but I also  counted at least 8 odd shoes washed up in a short span of beach alone and wondered where they had come from and what their stories were.

True to form, rather than gathering up a few sacks of the washed up seaweed newly ripped from the sea floor to put on the allotment (which is what I should have been doing), I adopted bag-lady mode and filled a few doggy bagfulls of the most colourfull bits of rope, twine, cans and plastic tops etc, that I could find….glorious!  I dare say bemused onlookers thought I was doing my good deed for the day by cleaning up the beach.  Not so, I’m afraid!  These doggy bags, for once, were not destined for the municipal bin.  With my stash safely spirited away in my studio, I’ve begun to hatch a plan to get these colourful ‘discards’ actually incorporated into a  new series of paintings.  Mm….what shall I call it…..Tarred and Feathered…Storm-Tossed Tide Line…..True Colours?  Any ideas?


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