The Year of the Flood

atwood_flood_uk_pbWho would believe I  am immersed in a book, a book of fiction!  unheard of for many a year.  Books I read are always non-fiction, factual, history, spiritual, philosophy, biographies.  I believe that nothing happens by chance, so padding across the floor in my villa, dripping wet from a dip in the pool, I noticed a large basket full of books and felt drawn to look, the first book I plucked out looked interesting, THE YEAR OF THE FLOOD by Margaret Atwood.   Immediate thoughts were read it, just sit back down in the sunshine and start reading, So I did.

I am just over half way, I can’t say its a book I cannot put down, or that its scintillating, but it is quite mesmerizing, not really science fiction, I would have put it down immediately, but its more a about a speculative view of what our would could become. How the corporations are hellbent in destroying everything I hold dear in my life.   Like Jeanette Winterson’s review says “it’s not prophecy, but is eerily possible.

Being a lover of nature and growing veg, Gods Gardeners, their views, ceremonies and ethos resonates in some way, it is drawing me in, I am reading this for a reason, sure there is a gift here, it will come to me, with less than half still read, I am intrigued as to why this book turned up for me right now.  Could be its going to tell me this is why you don’t read non-fiction so you were on the right track all the time !!  who knows

The Calm after the Storm

Home at last, back in the calm of my newly decorated bedroom!  Long story for another time, energy lines, changing bed around, dark blue !!

The last couple of weeks have been away installing a project in the Derbyshire Hills, extremely hectic, exhausting  but in the end quite exhilarating when you look around and see the vision I have been holding for such a long time come to fruition

Such a beautiful area Derbyshire,  this last weekend relaxed a little at the Riverside Hotel in Ashford in the Water, such a picturesque village, with its little stone bridge, church and cottages.

My work, courtesy of Yao photography

Ashford in the Water

 

 

Number three, I like it, but not everyone does………….

A number that is uncomfortable for some, for me its what I know.  I grew up in a three, mother, father and me until my teenage years; I have many relationships which group in three and it’s comfortable to me.

Why for some is this a threat?  A dear friend of mine likened it to a three-legged stool; if one leg were kicked away then the stool would not stand up.  And of course there is the triangle of persecutor, victim and rescuer, which can play out.  I like to think of this verse in Ecclesiastes spoken by king Solomon “A three-ply cord is not easily severed.”

There is the Holy Trinity, the Three Jewels in Buddhism, in maths it s the first odd prime number and lucky number.  Abraham Lincoln said “Of the People, By the People, For the People”.  Then there are the Three Graces, The fates, the triple headed Goddesses.  Chekov’s famous play the Three Sisters and in sport the Triathlon.  The cycle of life, creation, life and death, the three ages of woman maiden, mother, crone.  So much of life comes at us in three; it’s a joyous number to me, I like it

Tbis piece of work is a paper cut, scanned and digitally manipulated and of course it in THREE !

The colour RED – R.I.P

Have been thinking  and working with red on a current interior project, its such a beautiful creative colour, its vibrancy so energising, so uplifting and enriching.

Red is blood, its velvety rich smoothness……….. Its there when we are born, it symbolises passion, sex,  sin, pain, anger and guilt,  red with the blood of murder,  the bible says in Isiah “Though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be white as snow”.  We can get caught “red handed”, or visit the “red light” district.  We see red when angry,  Apparently research has born out that men find women more attractive if they are wearing red.  Its the colour of Mars, a valentines heart, a robin red breast, a red rose, its red ripe fruit oozing  syrupy juices signalling its readiness to be devoured.  We can be “red blooded” virile, powerful, unstoppable.  Its the colour of royality,  velvet and ermine cloaks, red cushioned throne.  Red was used by Alexander McQueen is his fall 2009 collection show in Paris to much aclaim, may you rest R.I.P