Tuesday, 13 August 2019

still breathing

I apologise for the decreasing frequency
perhaps that is
increasing infrequency
of postings here.

blogger makes it tricky to interact with the readership, you see.
I can't respond to your questions, the platform simply won't allow it.

but I can still tell a few stories.


it's been an extraordinary year
(they all are, really) with wanderings that have included exhibitions in one of the busiest locations in the UK, as well as one of the more remote (but seemingly with lots of lovely visitors).

a day after 'leafpoems :: treeclooties from here and (t)here' concluded at the Inverewe Gardens in Scotland,   'incomplete journeys' opened at the Festival of Quilts in Birmingham ... truly two extremes!

and presently I have work in 'borderline' at Fabrik, in South Australia,
as well as a chapter on my work in a beautiful new book

'True Colors'
Keith Recker

most of next year's workshops are up on my website
and I am very happy to say that the 
School of Nomad Arts
is blooming beautifully.

thanks for hanging in here.
if you have something that needs an answer, drop me a line.
there's a wee icon at the foot of my website
that will let you send me a message.



  1. Great to see you posting again.

  2. shame about the comment replies, but yes, please don't stop posting!

  3. I often wander this way, in the hope of finding a new story - so thanks India, for popping this one in. Beautiful images.

  4. Dear India. Today I was looking through your beautiful photos on Instagram and I came across the one with your beloved Mother's photo and story. Connecting and commenting, following, on Instagram is beyond my skill level on electronic devices right now so I am responding to that here since you popped up a few hours later with your post. Your Mother was a beauty and her spirit radiated out from your photo. I was brought to deep soul level tears by her image and your story of transforming her ashes into a Mother Goddess garment to keep her near you always. Thank you so much for sharing that. As always, I love you to infinity and beyond and wait for the day I can hold your next book in my hands and treasure it for the rest of my life. Just like I treasure you. May you always be well. Love, Sheri

  5. Can relate to your problem. I'm also a bit of my scedule but trying hard!!!
    Stil love your work.
    Hugzzzz... peebee