The Artist Is In All The architect creates beauty in structure, The gardener paints beauty with plants, The poet sketches beauty with words, The musician shares beauty through sound, The dancer carries beauty in movement, The actor frees beauty through expression, The designer styles beauty with form, The artist nurtures and captures it all ... … Continue reading The Artist Is In All ~ A Poem
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The Perfect Story – A Short Film
* Three months ago, my son set off for university, for the first time. A few short weeks ago, my son announced that he had decided to write a film script. He had joined his university's Film Society, had attended several meetings as part of the group of enthusiasts there, and wished to enter into … Continue reading The Perfect Story – A Short Film
Why Do I Write?
Asked: "Why Do You Write?" Answer: "I write because I can’t draw … No, that is not entirely true. I write because it is the music I make without a keyboard with sounds. I write because I have written since I was a little girl, learning to spell, standing in line to have … Continue reading Why Do I Write?
On Holiness
Do you know what #holiness is? Sometimes in life we wonder why we feel drawn away from the crowd, why things that others are doing does not feel right to us and holds little appeal. Sometimes we find ourselves alone in situations where it would be easier to go with the flow of the many, but … Continue reading On Holiness
A Surprise Gift
What a lovely surprise to receive a gift this week, from someone I have never met, a Reader of my blog. So special to see one's own words reflected in such a lovely way. The framed image acts as a reminder to do just this, and the focus of a few lines (out of one's … Continue reading A Surprise Gift
Love Spent In A Moment – A Poem
Love Spent In A Moment Love struck as sharp as lightning; So what if merely for an instant? It clutched me to its sensual bosom, Held my thoughts, and soul, imprisoned. Infatuation, in this game, Wants its name to come before all else, Yet this time I know that it is Love Who has captured … Continue reading Love Spent In A Moment – A Poem
New Hope – A Poem
New Hope Star of David, there you stood Behind your cross made of wood. When you looked down into my eyes The love I saw was a huge surprise. Just when I was feeling low, I had no hope, no place to go, You stepped in and took my hand; You showed me heaven, … Continue reading New Hope – A Poem
An Impromptu Lecture by Richard Demarco, CBE OBE
I am extremely privileged to know the indomitable Professor Richard Demarco (pictured above explaining his Archive at Summerhall), having first come across him in Edinburgh during the early 1990s, and am honoured to call Richard a friend. As is his wont and despite his advanced years, Richard Demarco continues to be immensely generous about sharing what he has … Continue reading An Impromptu Lecture by Richard Demarco, CBE OBE
Diferentes Coordenadas Diferentes Visões Do Nosso Mundo
A little story in pictures by my beautiful childhood friend, Adrienne Silva, exhibiting her artwork in Lisbon (earlier this year). Such talent, such beauty.
I am so honoured to call you my friend, Adrienne.
Holly x
My Work Installed in Principe Real, Lisbon
Paula Cabral Galeria de Arte
My Walk About with viewers were planned by Ana Paula. I loved it. A South African’s story told in Lisbon
Fellow artist, Nuno, Adelaide also came from Lyons France…flew to Lisbon in her Cessna, and I. The last time I saw Adelaide is when I met her at Mundial in Cape Town.
Friend and fellow painter from Sintra.
Jaya comes from Paris. We visit my work in Principe Real.
Ou
The three painters Adrienne , Isabel and Jirina. A gathering in the gallery for our Walk Abouts. A few days after opening.
Ifafa and the Violinist
Update, Tuesday 2 January 2018
Looking back through some of my blog posts, I reread this diary note and felt that it was time to reveal who the 'mystery' violinist is, whom I met with his delightful wife when he was performing at a recital at Monteviot House, near to where we currently live.
The Holly Tree Tales 