Tag: poem

Spring/Summer Art Quilt

Spring/Summer Art Quilt

It took me ages to complete this art quilt, it has lain there all winter just waiting for those final finishing touches. Finally over a fresh Spring weekend, I finally found the inspiration to complete the project. It reminds me of Spring moving into Summer when again the life-force bursts forward with much noise and bright light full of colour and song. A very welcome time of the year in a cold and often grey, cloudy Scotland where the winters are long and the weather is inclined to storm-filled skies. As I type,…continue reading →

Auld Lang Syne

by Mairi Campbell & Dave Francis. New Year, New Theme It's that time of year when I feel like cleaning out the house, having a de-clutter and quite simply bringing in a fresher feel to my surroundings...my website is no different. So here is my new look website and I hope it feels lighter and fresher than the last one. Now if I could just make a New Year's resolution to actually do more Posts I would be happy! Portfolio Press by wordpress-Devin Price Happy New Year 2013! Auld Lang Syne by Robert Burns…continue reading →
Abstract Life

Abstract Life

This is the only abstract painting I have ever done. Although I enjoyed doing it, I kept wanting to create images. I enjoyed just working the colours, even though the temptation was to begin to build-up the shapes that began emerging. By the time I had finished, the scene had begun to take on hints of a city overlooking the ocean with tiny boats reflected in the water...or so it looked to my eye. Abstract Life (Wall-hanging. 114x56 cm) The more this idea formed, the more I could 'see' buildngs and windows in…continue reading →
Doric Poem

Doric Poem

A Scots Doric Poem by Alice Reid Ma Wee Doctor’s Book Worry, Worry, Worry. It’s a habit that ah’ve got; When reading through a doctor’s book, Aw the symptoms – ah’ve got the lot! Ah’ve got a pain, doon near ma wrist, It’s broken, that ah’m shair; Accordin’ tae the book, That’s why ma airm’s sae sair. Jist readin’ gied me sic a fricht, Ah couldnae staund the strain; Relief it cam’, ah’d missed a page, Ah only had a sprain. A wheezy chest, is it ma lungs? Ah’d better hae a look;…continue reading →