The hole in the wall
A little boy looks into a dry stone wall and imagines who might inhabit it. Poem with illustrations. A6 softback (postcard size) 24 pages.
Words and illustrations by Ann Perrin
Produced by The Dry Stone Walling Education Project
The Puppeteers Daughter
The poems explore the complexity of life as the daughter of marionette makers and performers. There are poems concerned with life, love and loss, also the seaside, artists, allotments and the eccentricities of life.
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Don’t Throw Away the Daisies (illustrated)
- My poem translated into Italian – Bluebells – Garden – Memoir.
- March – another month is flying by…
- Emerging from the chaos of 2020 inevitably older but wiser?
- Telegoons – based on The Goon show – their role in my downfall!
- Creativity – lockdown – but everything is the garden is lovely!
- Talking to myself – pictures – poems
- Early summer in the garden. Pictures -puppet – poems
- Memories – VE day in Balmore Street London N.19 and poetry.
- Happy Easter
- The way the brain may cope with self isolation –
- A magical mother – pictures – poems – stories.
- Hands upon hands and so expressive.
- Signs of spring in Saltdean despite wild weather…
- A garden poem and love the marionettes!
- Lace making – poem and pictures
- Pure escapism painting, photography, singing and puppets.
- Sorting essays, stories and photos of our marionettes at last.
- Keeping my spirits up in February – nature – haiku – wonderful museum visit.
- Welcoming the New Year
- Christmas creeping up on us!
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Well it has to be the weather! No wonder the weather is a British pre-occupation considering its vagaries. I am sure we were promised an August of wall to wall sunshine.
All those open garden days and summer fetes under umbrellas. I still remember getting married, many moons ago in the height on the summer but in torrential rain!
Pierre Auguste, Renoir and Van Gogh and other late 19th century painters used ultramarine and cobalt blue not just to paint nature but also to express moods and emotions, feeling blue is not only the quieter mind but the colour itself
Glancing down on my Picasa pics I suddenly notice just how many feature the colour blue. I love the moon against a blue black sky, the lavender fields, the visit to Heaven Farm, the sea, our marionettes dressed in blue, the flowers, the beach huts, the amazing patterns in the sky.
Apparently the phrase ‘feeling blue’ , –
Luckily I didn’t actually turn blue when I jumped into the sea a couple of weeks ago but it may have been touch and go. The water was freezing even if it was on one of the hottest days of summer so far.
Blue, so many shades and contrasts.
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