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A Pastoral Idyll with a Full Moon promise.
A Creative Leap.
We leave the known — the often walked — venture up into lilac hills until they become skyward thrusting mountains — moon barren.
It’s Art that motivates the move: the chance to see another’s interpretation of life, freely given like a generous Aunt — something disruptive…
The venue is a perched Chateau, squatting in medieval splendour on its high rock, gazing seaward. Scrambling up, we enter a voluminous interior, — oak leaves and sculpted garlands joining the walls to the frescoed ceilings, arched with optimism — nature in all its intricately carved joie de vivre.
The art is papier-mâché, so here, mashed and glued, Venus presides, rabbits gambol and Pan plays pipes as the Phoenix rises from the ashes, echoing the ancient décor; one era flowing into another, from stone to paper — cut, built and constructed to illustrate the link –keep us in sync…
Later…
climbing under new green, freshly unfurled oak leaves rippling in the copse, clinging to the mountain at the edge of the treeline — lime green with yellow butter.
Cups full of gold, gleaming in the dapple…
We see gorse here, boldly bright; wild thyme and butterflies alight in dabs of vivid hue — pink and blue — stitching the…
