Sunday, 29 January 2012

Tell me a dragon

A small, strange hatchling; nosing into the pages of a book, sings songs of contentment to me.
Thank you for the inspiration Ms Morris

Tuesday, 17 January 2012

Better late than never

Another work in progress is finally finished.  Nikolai has caused me more than a few headaches and I have not always been keen to finish him off.

But time has made the heart grow fond and I have come to view his personality with affection.

He is not modeled on a real owl but rather on a matroschka doll.  Not only that he has been through several colour schemes before finally becoming the stylized and colourful bird you see now.

Sunday, 15 January 2012

I love Radio plays

Elidor book cover This is the link to the current radio play version of one of my all time favourite stories.

I was introduced to Alan Garner at Primary School.  We were read the story of Elidor, we acted out the story, we created dances in music and movement.  It is a measure of how strong an impact it had on me as I was eight years old.

I am now reliving the feelings and excitement again through the fabulous adaptation currently on BBC Radio4 Extra.

Radio plays are one of my very favourite ways to meet new stories, I love how I am not dictated to; I am not told what things should look like; instead, we are nudged and guided by sounds and voices towards the pictures in our heads.

The BBC have a wealth of wonderful adaptations, if you have access to BBC radio then please look out for their adaptation of the Kipling's The Jungle Book: Eartha Kitt is the best Kaa ever.  Look out for Narnia, the whole sequence, listen for Tin Tin, Five Children and It, Old Peter's Russian Tales.
If it is adult stories you like then listen out for Falco (the Lindsay Davies stories of the Roman detective), Book at Bedtime will introduce you to others.  It is one of life's pleasures, the surround sound cinema in your head.

Tuesday, 10 January 2012

When something winks at him...

I am married to a man who follows his nose and instincts.  Often this leads him into unexpected places and usually has the most excellent outcomes.
One of these has to be Andrew Cronshaw.  Many years ago a cd cover "winked at him" whilst we where waiting at Helsinki airport.  He bought it and shelved it.

Earlier this week he was poked into a reminder of it by (the excellent Fiona Talkington) a radio show.
He has since purchased "The Unbroken Surface of Snow" which is utterly beautiful.

Here is a review from Roots World


Saturday, 7 January 2012

King of the Ice Bears

Panserbjorne:  Armoured bears, resident of Svarlbard.
IOREK BYRNISON: the rightful King of the Ice Bears, Cheated out of his crown by a rival and exiled for the killing of an opponent bear.
Whilst in exile, Iorek is found by Lyra in an Arctic port, his armour has been hidden from him and the towns people have reduced him to a drunkard.  With Lyra's help he recovers his armour, is set free and ultimately returns to reclaim his throne.

Thursday, 5 January 2012

May I present Iorek Byrnison

My husband's favourite character (from His Dark Materials) has always
 been Iorek Byrnison.  I thought it would be nice to make him a version.  Iorek is now finished but is in need of his sky iron armour.  I am not sure how to do this.  Should I felt straight onto the bear, or make it separately and then dress him?

What do you think?

Thank you Rima and now to Peter Flint as well.

With thanks to Rima and her Hermitage: remember the little people and halt the juggernaut.  May this be one of the small spokes in it's wheel.

6th January 2012

I just wanted to add this( to the post)
Peter's poem just chimed so well with what Rima is trying to remind us of.
This is an excellent site and very thought provoking.

Small World

It's not far to the wheely-bin
Almost full...
The half-eaten turkey
That pork-pie...lurking at the back of the fridge
Long past its eat-by date...
It's not far to the corner-shop
The loaf of bread...the chocolate
To munch while watching the telly
It' s not far to the supermarket
With siren ranks of goodies
Each with its low-fat absolution
It's not far to that little pub
Lovely village...great food...atmosphere
Only an hour down the motorway
It's not far to...Florida...Thailand...Tenerife
Superb hotel...five restaurants...all-day service
It's not far to the dusty, sun-cursed square
Where swollen-bellied babies
Scrabble in the dirt for grains of corn...
Small world!

© Peter Flint

Wednesday, 4 January 2012

Putting a toe in the pool

Ok, deep breath, the Hills are paddling.

Tim and I are going to try selling some of our work; we are in the process of setting up an etsy shop and also a gallery blog.  There is still a bit of tweaking to do and quite a lot of photography and marketing to manage.

Here we are for now

Hills of Nottingham get ready to set sail.

Tuesday, 3 January 2012

Promises, some kept and others kept in waiting

As I am not back to work yet, I have not walked to school but I have yomped around Hucknell and Annesly with good friends and family.  I walked and talked much of the way with my boy (John).  Sadly I added to the Rubenesque-ness of my figure with far too much food and wine, eaten in the company of said friends and family.  I don't feel that guilty about it (yet) as I think this was valuable time spent.

So some promises kept then, although you will have to take my word for it as I have no evidence of my fidelity.
I do however have evidence of other promises made.

One sketch, two days. (I hope the Sanskrit does say Kapi, which is the word for monkey)

Needle felted and beaded hat pin.

1st attempt at a beaded bracelet (not a great first attempt)
I should review my list regularly and remind myself of what I have promised, then attempt to keep these promises.

I am going to add a new promise to my list: 
to keep track of the weird and wonderful referring sites that come up on my stats list.
So far my favourites are Gothise (which is a site for the alternative lifestyle) (Russian but for what? I have no idea). 
But the best by far  The mind boggles.

Sunday, 1 January 2012


Not promises but bad habits going South.

2012, I promise to try and:

1. Give more time to my family.
2. Draw a sketch a day and not rip it out of the book, no matter how much I dislike it.
3. Walk or cycle to work, whilst eating less and better (there is a Rubenesque figure that needs toning here).
4. To continue the painting and creating that has been rekindled this year,with the same spirit of give it a go.
5. To try and find the peace within that will create the patience without; I need to learn to cope with the stresses of life with more fortitude and less frustration.

Happy New Year to you all, may 2012 bring joy, health and peace to us all.
With much love