Sunday, October 11, 2015

Thought it was time to blog... #samhain is coming time fo change xxx

The crows they are calling,
Like markers, reminders?
A constant, no a changing
Out of nowhere I find. 

From young to present,
No doubt a time beyond.
Like guardians and watchers
A prod to carry on.

So I listen, Finally. At last maybe?

To the crow man he is whispering
Finally a new chapter opens. 

(C) The Mistletoeoak 2015 

'The Preacher in the Wheatfield' by Jamie Sheehy. 
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About a week ago I had the pleasure of going along to Jamie's art exhibition, and immediately I fell in love with the above image. Needless to say, I am now sitting here looking at a limited edition of it in front of me.  It makes me stupidly happy, and I am still grinning now as I look at it. 

It made me stop. It still does.  It calls out to the path I follow and what I do, what I have grown up with and encounter everyday still. 

Who recalls the crowman in Worzel Gummidge? 
Who recalls the rooks and crows nesting up in trees making a right old noise, maybe signalling bad weather or worse? 

The image is titled 'The Wheat Field Preacher'. And for me, the idea of nature, outdoors, convention, not convention, something of familiar surroundings but not conforming, shouts a resounding yes!

And so maybe it is now time to get back to creating and doing just that.
The work that calls to me. Nature, outside, the small details, the markers in the seasons unfolding and turning.
My love of black and white pen and ink work.
Transforming the many foraged treasures into a new purpose.
Opening the journals full of works I never ventured to share.
My path is winding back to where it should be.
It will be a long journey.

But the crows they are calling you know, and I am finally listening ....