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Perhaps All Art Is Ritual by Jackie Morris
Is this giving back of the stones ritual; back to the land, to the sea, to the living, to the dead?
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Tanera Mor – the Summer Isles by Simon Page
Crayon on paper illustrations of the Summer Isles, by the artist Simon Page.
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Hiraeth and Hwyl: Neighbours/Cymdogion by Marged Pendrell
New work, a flotilla of boats constructed from the natural minerals of Snowdonia.
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Hiraeth and Hwyl: Ketamine Dreams by Sophie Willard Van Sistine
The artist Sophie Willard Van Sistine reflects on the impact of the medication she takes for her chronic depression in this brilliant and personal visual essay
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Extracts from a Nature Journal by Alex Boon
The heath full of leggy looking foxgloves coming to their end.
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Something of the Marvellous by Andrew Pastor and Patricia Barrett
Waves ebbing over shingle, breaking over rocks, swirling around reefs – all here inland.
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GRIEF, PLACE, LANDSCAPE – Simon Moreton in conversation with Jeff Young
Our relationship to the landscape and the places we move through or live in has always fascinated me.
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GRIEF, PLACE, LANDSCAPE: For Sarah by Peony Gent
I actively thought nothing about the Fens until a long time after I left them. They were a place I only grew to see when they became coloured with the contrast of living elsewhere.
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GRIEF, PLACE, LANDSCAPE – A contradiction of sorts by Marie Smith
I knew no-one but I enjoyed myself nevertheless; I met people in bars, managed to negotiate the city with tips from social media. I seemed to be carrying myself on an adventurous spirit that I never knew I had.
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GRIEF, PLACE, LANDSCAPE – She Exhales by Maxim Peter Griffin
you could buy a bungalow under the sea wall for buttons – she used to bring the kids here – they used to go up Jackson’s and pour coppers in the slots
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Eight West Dorset Church Porches by Alison Bunning and Virginia Astley
Stepping between diagonal buttresses
they climb the lichened steps
below the swallows’ nests and crenellations
to the shrine of St Wite.
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