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on talking to the hidden people

Found.  They were hidden.  I stroll across the old mossy clad harbour, her chasms and clefts filled with Huldufólk.  I hear thud of horse hoof, a carriage carcass.  Cries of un-fathered babies spilt on the rocks.  Starvation and struggle, fierce.  I sit looking at the dividing line where said whales come to feast.  A scent [...]

on talking to the hidden people2018-09-17T10:17:01+00:00

on the tip of the iceberg

I see her in my dreams tapering into an oblique void of invisibility.  An apparent nothingness, yet somewhat real.  I feel her shapely figure, her depleted strength.  Her tip had gone with disorientating speed. She lay wasted now, floating randomly, a shadow of her former self.  I had witnessed tragedy.  I saw an iceberg.  I [...]

on the tip of the iceberg2018-09-13T12:14:05+00:00

on talking to the tongue

Each morning I talk to my tongue when I wake.  She tells me her story.   I see how the past shows up.  How physical, emotional and environmental toxins display themselves overtly.  She is shy, yet friendly and enjoys a good clean like any other part of the anatomy.  I think about the land and how [...]

on talking to the tongue2018-09-02T17:45:03+00:00

on being with rock

Rocks are forming part of my art practice here at the art residency in Skagaströnd, visually defining a feminine aesthetic.  I see them, I walk on them, I feel into them. I draw them.  I dance on them.  I am one, because I am a mother. Walking to the studio, along the cliff edge or down [...]

on being with rock2018-08-25T15:14:57+00:00

on the great crossing

‘The greatest weapon against stress is our ability to choose one thought over another’ WILLIAM JAMES Three weeks on and with great gratitude to Bindu, who I met on the trail, I now have a record of the Great Crossing through the southern highlands of Iceland (my camera became waterlogged on day two).  In awe [...]

on the great crossing2018-08-19T12:33:15+00:00

on bathing in iceland

Quite a delight to visit the newly renovated swimming baths in Reykjavik.  Sundhöllin, is the oldest of the public baths in Iceland and a real treat.  Taking a bath is to enter into a delicate, well considered, wholesome experience.  So I found Sundhöllin, next to the Church, as it happens, to explore the ins and [...]

on bathing in iceland2018-08-12T21:35:23+00:00

walking in iceland

Walking has been a part of a daily practice for some time.  It has required an openness to go slower, to engage more fully in my surroundings and to keep expenses to a minimum.  I am walking off my angst in a difficult year. Whether it be the streets and beaches of Fremantle, the fence lines [...]

walking in iceland2018-08-05T20:25:42+00:00

life is a balancing act

Is balance an unattainable pipe dream? The search for balance between work and life is a losing proposition and a potentially destructive one.  Absolute balance is an illusion.  What appears to be a state of balance is an act of balancing, something quite different.  To long for ‘balance’ is to use the noun, but [...]

life is a balancing act2018-08-08T12:49:59+00:00

on a wandering uterus

To feel the skin is to be vulnerable.  It is vulnerability that moves the edges, morphing and haunting the boundaries, emerging and retreating, being present and absent, building and unravelling, free from over-coding and over-riding the pathology of that which is ‘unfeminine’.  How can we develop a ‘maternal feminine aesthetic’, one which [...]

on a wandering uterus2018-08-19T19:05:00+00:00