Wednesday, 26 May 2010

Nocturne

" Where do dreams happen when we can't sleep?".....

A film by Nataasha van Kampen

Saturday, 15 May 2010

Buzz....


Buzz... A Celebration of British Bees & Their Flowers

An exhibition of Bee Paintings and Drawings by Valerie Littlewood

1st to 26th June 2010

Lumen Gallery, 88 Tavistock Place, WC1H 9RS London
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Thursday, 13 May 2010

1 Giant Leap - Wounded In All The Right Places (Feat. K.D. Lang)

Wounded Angel ~ Emily Young 2003 ~ Kew


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And the Angel loved us so much
His wings burnt as his passion and love for us grew
As he fell.
Knowing that as deep as he sang
Into our hearts of the earth.
The nearer we were to remembering our own wings
Beating so close to our beloved.
As we look inside we come alive to the night.
As we look to the night we come alive to the light.
As we look into the earth we remember the star burning bright.
In our hearts
My beloved.
We are all Wounded Angels
Silver Fox May 2010
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A doodle during 3 1/2 hour initial child protection meeting ~ the decision was to place the child on the cp register. I had fought for months to have this meeting. A team of 15 professionals some of whom I had never met before crushed into a room ~ the number alone I would have thought a clear enough sign of the severity of the situation. However we battled on until the decision could be made.
I remind myself there is change.
So alongside this process I drew~ a root and anchor during the process. I wasn't fully aware of what was emerging until the end. I was for a while resistant to a growing black shape. I thought ahh an ugly blob...growing darkness! Then I saw what had emerged ~ a shape dancing, leaping, stretching.
To the right a shield made of a cobweb.
I reflect on how spiders hold this light and dark. So often I have struggled with how I percieve spiders. How much emotion and human fantasy spiders have had projected onto them. And I remember how I have struggled in being with this family. How I have percieved how comfortable they seem with their situation. How often they all have said, including the child, that they want everyone to leave them alone.
I contemplate how perception creates reality.
Spiders with there many feet are so sensitive. Spinning webs that glisten with dew. So light but so strong. They have an important place in nature and are filled with beauty.