The Plight of the Bumble Bee

Bee is the new buzz word.  (as in Great British Sewing).  Our poor honey bees have had a dreadful winter with many producers opening up hives to discover dead bees.  With questions about certain intensive agricultural practices, indiscriminate use of pesticides, parasites, diseases and long, harsh winters, it seems our bee population is in crisis…

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The Saga of the Newlyn School Legacy.

Had a call from Alex Wade.  Alex is a writer and freelance journalist who lives near Sennen Cove – you might know him from his writings on art in Cornwall Today.   He is preparing an article for Saga Magazine (aimed for the over 50’s) about The Newlyn School of Art.  The proprietor, Henry Garfit,…

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Changing Faces

Here are some stats: It’s official! March, 2013 was the second coldest recorded with an average temperature of just 2.2 degrees C, matching temperatures for March 1947, with only March 1962 being colder. 2012 was the UK’s second wettest year since records began in 1910, and for some areas, the wettest. Apart from the effects…

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A South West Coaster

As I was going to St Ives I met a man with seven wives Every wife had seven sacks Every sack had seven cats Every cat had seven kits Kits, cats, sacks, wives How many were going to St Ives? On Sunday, I passed a man walking along the path on the dunes above Porth…

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‘Space for my Mind to Move Into’

Someone has switched on the rain in car-wash mode.  I’m stuck waiting for the lashing at my windows to abate so that I can take the dogs out, and where I can indulge in my daily ritual of walking as a ‘space for my mind to move into‘ (Virginia Wolf).  So whilst I’m house-bound, I’m…

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Marking Time.

Landslip 1 & 2 The subject is the same for both images but there are seventeen years that separate them.  There is nothing new about whole chunks of cliff face falling onto the beach and we have witnessed more cliff falls than usual this winter.  But as a subject that I have returned to it…

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Winter Blues

Winter is a time when I willingly retreat into hibernation.  As the bare earth becomes cooled and still, I enter into a place of deep reflection.  It is a dark place but not a forbidding one.  On the contrary, the darkness is positively charged with potential fecundity.  It is a private and sacred space, and…

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Guiding Spirit (JM part 2)

To continue with the Jeremy Millar theme (previous post, Cosmic Coincidences?) he ponders the age-old question of where does art come from?  He also queries the possessive label we attach to a work as being ‘my‘ work?  After all, how can you quantify something that has had some level of appropriation taking place in the…

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Cosmic Coincidences? (JM part 1)

“I don’t have any imagination!”  A surprising statement from anyone, let alone an artist.  But that’s exactly what Jeremy Millar, artist and tutor in art criticism at the Royal College of Art, London, said last week in one of the MA Art Lecture Series (in the Woodlane Lecture Theatre, Falmouth where I have attended many and excellent…

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Brindle Beach Streaker

The streaker in question is Zola whippet.  Whilst out enjoying a bit of welcome sunshine on Porth Kidney beach at low tide yesterday afternoon, I was poised to take a picture of the sand pattern when she flashed through the frame just as I was pressing the shutter.  Now you see me now you don’t.…

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