Category Archives: art

Fearless or Fear Less ?

I have an amazingly artistic friend, Minna, who,amongst other things over the years, has helped me in terms of shifting my own poor imagine of “not being creative” to recognising I am creative in different ways. That shift in my … Continue reading

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Museum of ContemporaryArt (Santiago)

And then for something different, I’d heard about this museum and its exhibition but nonetheless I stumbled upon it by chance. The layout inside is a bit bizarre but the exhibition I saw was both stunning and thought provoking. The … Continue reading

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More preparations and a new start …

It’s August already, and in this part of Finland the teachers have gone back to school already, and the pupils will follow them on Wednesday. It’s a new start for them, and I feel a new start for me too! … Continue reading

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Preparations

Today I did this This is the rucksack which will accompany me on my pilgrimage. I’ve had it for about a year, so we are already good friends though it’s mostly come with me on bus journeys to other cities … Continue reading

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the suffragette owl

I watched the film The Suffragette for the third time last night. It’s a film that grows on you – and each time I’ve watched it, I’ve seen and learned something new. And it’s made me think – a lot! … Continue reading

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owls and polar bears

it’s all about going over the lines This owl is interested in so many things it makes her dizzy sometimes, and it can be overwhelming. After a week away – in southern sunny climbs – she’s resisted picking up the … Continue reading

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the owl and the Artist – 3

It was too cold to sit and sip coffee really, but she persevered. The wooden bench was cold. There was no warmth for it –or her – to hang onto yet. She savoured the last dregs of her coffee – … Continue reading

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