Stygian
By Jayne Ross ‘Stygian’ “The sinister river Styx, where the ferryman waits to transport the souls of the dead to the underworld”
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By Jayne Ross ‘Stygian’ “The sinister river Styx, where the ferryman waits to transport the souls of the dead to the underworld”
Wanting to do some creative thinking during lockdown, the idea of woodland in summer, goddesses protecting us and other, perhaps fanciful, but needed stories and inspirations, produced these goddesses. In the Steiner style with no faces (so you can project your own thoughts and expressions) …
From Wikipedia: The Clarkson Memorial commemorates Thomas Clarkson (1760 – 1846), a central figure in the campaign against the slave trade in the British empire, and a former native of Wisbech. It dates from 1880 – 1881 and is a Grade II* listed building.[1] The …
Is freedom born in a fire burning a palace?
Or is it born in advancing radical change?
(That many, fearing their place, would ignore, alas)
Or is it just in the suggestion of a fair exchange?
It was born in Wisbech to a dissenting clan
And William Godwin was the citizen’s name
Grew through education to a rational man
For his eloquent writing and vision gained fame
Railed against both all governments and god above
Believed in encouraging young enquiring minds
With the free spirit Mary Wollstonecraft found love
Boldly wrote that laws should never a person bind
Personal creativity brought to flower
Thus we can exorcise the spectre of power
They said that he died, the old man from the flats
By C J Mawganson – see also Poetry
“I wanted to create a piece of work that reflected the easing of lockdown. A reminder of what had been, and how we are now moving into a new ‘normal’. “
Mike tells us: “The building is the centre of a tiny village in Hungary – I forget the name – which I did for my next door neighbour in return for a couple of jars of delicious pickles. It was her hometown. She moved …
acrylic on canvas with a mixed media clock. Emma tells us: I was inspired due to the way the world had changed during the start of coronavirus, everything was nearly the same but not quite right so I wanted to create a piece of work …
Feel the Fen Blow bey,
It rattles the bones
Through graves long forgotten,
In church yards of stone
Lazy old Easterly
Howls like a dog,
Then covers the dykes
In a blanket of fog
Reddens the hands
Travelled from foreign parts
Who harvest the land,
Picking artichoke hearts.
Gets up the tails
Of the long-legged hares,
That run for their lives
From the Gamekeeper’s glares
Swirls round the bench
And kisses the face
Of dear Molly Watkins,
At peace in her place
Brucks up the fruit trays
Stacked high the markets.
Makes pots goo a gutzer,
Snaps flowers in baskets
Snatches the bread
From the men eating dockey
Whilst sat on memorials,
Saddened with poppies
The sky’s blue as Woad dye
So stretch out your hand
And feel the Fen Blow, bey
For this is Fen Land
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“One is a portrait in acrylics of my niece who is a nurse in the Intensive Care Unit in Newcastle Royal Victoria Infirmary. I painted it in tribute to her and all her NHS colleagues who have been helping in the fight against the coronavirus. …
Here’s just a couple of pieces of Luke’s, check out his instagram for more! Luke tells us: I’m working on new stuff all the time and hopefully getting better. Ive been sketching mainly during the lock down working on gesture drawing trying to put more …
From Rebecca:
“During lockdown I started making engraved personalised items. I started this for mostly friends and family however am trying to spread the word to others so they can enjoy hand made keep sakes too. I have made a little Facebook group called Nic Nak Engraving”
There are silverfish in the bath, my love…
An animal for which we care…
A figure stands in Walpole St. Peter’s churchyard…