This autumn I am organising a Land Art project with Sorgenfriskolan in Malmö. Working with ages 6-10, I’ll be helping the pupils (and teachers) to create in nature. Our first “canvas” will be the beech forest at Torup, about 12km from the city of Malmö. It is not just an opportunity to make art in […]
Go on and do your work. Do it well. It is all you can do.
Ursula K. Le Guin
The 6th International Degrowth Conference will take place on 21-25 August 2018 in Malmö, Sweden. Gerillaslöjd (Craftivists) Malmö are making bunting to decorate the park show participants the venues. Here’s the first set.
If we want things to stay as they are, things will have to change.
Giuseppe Tomasi di Lampedusa
A great little boogie with the Mother Goddess in all her forms. Why not believe in Her? Directed animated etc. by Nina Paley Music: “You Gotta Believe” (Norman Whitfield) sung by the Pointer Sisters, circa 1976
Very pleased that the Degrowth Conference in Malmö, August 21 -25, 2018 is using my drawing of The Enormous Turnip as its logo. The conference combines academic, artistic and popular contributions. Here’s what the organisers say: “This conference is inspired by principles of care, mutual aid and democratic decision-making. We aim to live and share […]
What I had that others didn't was a capacity for sticking to it.
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling) i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon […]
On the relatively rare occasion of reading one of the good books, I was of course reminded of this glorious song by Joni Mitchell … Love Although I speak in tongues Of men and angels I’m just sounding brass And tinkling cymbals without love Love suffers long Love is kind! Enduring all things Love […]
Aunt Julia spoke Gaelic very loud and very fast. I could not answer her — I could not understand her. She wore men’s boots when she wore any. — I can see her strong foot, stained with peat, paddling with the treadle of the spinningwheel while her right hand drew yarn marvellously out of the […]