Author: hamer the framer

Voice Of The Bird

Hanna Tuulikki performing her composition, Voice of the Bird for female vocal ensemble, at Glasgow Tectonics Festival earlier this year. Note how they’re all dressed in black with red, oystercatcher legs. This short excerpt is courtesy of BBC Radio 3’s Hear and Now. This piece is at the centre of a larger project, Away with the Birds, exploring old Gaelic tunes that mimic birds, which will be performed next year on the Isle of Canna in the Hebrides. More details – Hanna Tuulikki: Away with the Birds.

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Bea’s Birds

Ash tree print

On holiday last year in Cornwall we were frequent visitors to Potager, a garden & café with badminton, table tennis, hammocks and chickens. It was just up the road from where we were staying, the perfect place for afternoon tea and I’ve just discovered it’s also a great favourite of our newest artist, Bea Forshall. Although we didn’t meet her there, it almost feels like we did. It’s where our paths crossed. Continue reading “Bea’s Birds”

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Rue Des Roues

rue des roues

This is the Street of Wheels in L’Isle sur la Sorgue, Provence, France. The town once had seventy waterwheels, all powered by the Sorgue river, driving mills for grinding grain, making paper and weaving silk. Nowadays the river turns fourteen vestigial wheels driving the tourist circuit around the town. We came here on holiday and stayed in the house on the right by the street lamp. Continue reading “Rue Des Roues”

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Tree Of Life

brain tree

I’ve been reading Lawrence Weschler’s Everything That Rises: A Book Of Convergences. The title comes from Flannery O’Connor’s collection of short stories, Everything That Rises Must Converge. She took her title from Pierre Teilhard de Chardin’s Omega Point which contains the lines: Remain true to yourself, but move ever upward toward greater consciousness and greater love! At the summit you will find yourselves united with all those who, from every direction, have made the same ascent. For everything that rises must converge. Continue reading “Tree Of Life”

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Tree Of Heaven

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This is The Rowley Gallery joiners shop in the summer of 2012, a black wooden shed perched on the flat roof of the ground floor workshop. Access is by spiral staircase and it’s where I join picture frames. It sits in the shelter of a towering tree-of-heaven, Ailanthus altissima, which in my early days here I remember as a self-sown seedling. No-one paid it too much attention, but before long I loved its dappled light in summer, and in winter I measured the sky through its mesh of branches. Continue reading “Tree Of Heaven”

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