Dear faithful readers ... as Blogger no longer lets me respond to your comments I have been searching for a new home to host my writings. If all goes well, you'll find me at https://indiaflint.substack.com/ , it's a nice clean platform that allows you to subscribe and alerts you gently when something is posted. love, India
dear friends, thank you for hanging in here...this looks like being the last post, simply because Blogger is making it impossible for me to answer your comments, or to comment here myself. from hereon, the best place to find me will likely be Instagram. https://www.instagram.com/prophet_of_bloom/ it was fun while it lasted. love India
Last month I quite suddenly found myself sliding down a slippery slope...from a year filled with workshops and exhibitions to... nix. Thanks to the invisible scourge (our planet doing a bit of housekeeping) I now have a small fortune in flight credits (that I suspect may never be used) and all the time in the whirled to spend with my grand-daughter. I'm very lucky that my self-isolation takes…
Would you like to join me for a workshop? A long one that lasts a month? Want to learn different ways of bundling to let those lovely string marks shine on your work? Want to know to bring saved dried leaves back to life? Would you like to ease into a daily morning writing practice, connect with a whirled-wide community and dance your way through February? Why February? It might be the shortest…
goodness me. I blinked, and now it is November. It's been another extraordinary year. I've had exhibitions in New Orleans, Scotland and England. Taught in Canada, Scotland and France, and taught myself a lot about small-scale film-making for my online school. The weather is still awfully dry here in South Australia in fact the dams look a bit like that lovely rusted image above. I found a pile of…
I apologise for the decreasing frequency or 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…
two places have become available in the only fully residential retreat I will be leading this year, in beautiful Bretagne - Brittany, on the shining edge of the shimmering Atlantic Ocean. this is one of the thin places of the whirled, where it feels as if you could easily step from this one to the next. the layers of history are dense and complex :: at our accommodation there is a fig tree with a…
what a month it's been ... unpacking and documenting the lovingly stitched contributions to Gardens of the Heart, putting the pieces together with the help of lovely volunteers and installing the exhibition at Fabrik Arts + Heritage has taken up much of my time. I'm so grateful to the h.ART group and to the new Director at Fabrik, Melinda Rankin for unstinting and generous support. here's a wee…
Blogger is being extremely sporadic about letting me comment, even on my own blog. Commenting on others, forget it. This evening there was a comment on a post from 2009. A number of (frustrating) attempts at answering have failed, so here goes. " Janice McEwen 25 January 2019 at 23:54 India we are trying to help save the kelp forests from destructive mechanical harvesting, here in West…
dear Martine sorry for the slow reply ... I have tried several times to reply to your kind comment on the previous post, and Blogger simply would not publish. My fingers were crossed that it would work today, because it's nice to be able to engage in conversation, I think. But Blogger refused. What I wanted to say was that I'm glad you're still here, and that I love "bumping into you" in Europe…
the glorious view over the heathlands, from Mount Chudalup one of the remarkable wildflowers in South West Western Australia to the 1393 folks who've stuck by this blog over the years. a little over ten years, as it happens. thank you for hanging in there. this calendar year has been a particularly full one. I've taught five times in Australia, twice in Scotland and Canada, once in New Zealand and…
life seems to be steaming by like Niagara Falls. blink and another month goes by. since my last offering here I have become a grandmother. other grandmothers will be smiling quietly to themselves as I confess that I have totally fallen in love with the tiny buglet. In between cuddling the wee one (and making silly hats for her) I have made another course for the School of Nomad Arts - this time…
it's lovely, being home for a bit, curling up with my lovely Kubbi-dog and having some contemplation time. the School of Nomad Arts is quietly blossoming, I have three solo exhibitions lined up for next year and just four workshops left to teach this year (all of which need serious prep...new class projects, fresh poems to read, materials to source). Next year's dance card is already full, too.…
It was such a joy sharing with students from all over the planet in my first-ever online class (the Alchemist's Apron ) that I found myself dreaming up another one. I know so many lovely dyers who simply cannot resist putting another morsel in the dyepot...and then build up great mountains of delicious samples that rarely, if ever, see the light of day again. Which set me thinking. It's time, my…
I had been with my former website host since 2004 or 5, but things were getting awfully clunky. It became tedious to try and upload images as the site would crash or simply freeze, so eventually I gave up. Goodbye, Mr.Site.com - I'm sorry, but you just made it too hard. Hello squarespace.com - along with a new address. find me at www.indiaflint.net I'm still learning my way around, so there's bit…
I am pinching myself ... but it is true. I have taken the plunge. (what on earth is she on about, I hear you mutter) Thanks to my friend Christi Carter telling me about Seasonal Affective Disorder, (something that was unknown to me) which prompted me to dream up a February project to help keep the February blues at bay...and then her insisting I really needed to make a video for the FB group…
Blogger has decided this week that it will not let me respond to visitors comments. Which is a bit frustrating when there are questions to be answered. So after typing answers several times (and forgetting to copy them!) and then losing them again I decided to sort it out by posting screenshots. fingers crossed the people concerned swing by and find em. But if this situation continues I fear it…
staying at home for the summer has made so much sense. it's given me the space (and grace) to play :: to make new work and to dream new ideas. in January I made the wee book 'bagstories' and was stunned to find the welcome it received, and then delighted to see how the 'bagstories' group (on Facebook) so quickly became such a lovely supportive gathering of like-minded spirits. that foray has led…
at high noon on February One this year (central standard time.... a silly zone really, half an hour different from the actual meridian on which South Australia sits and initiated by a bunch of businessmen in 1899, when the speed of communication/travel was so slow it didn't make a difference anyway), the 'bagstories' group on Facebook will revert to secret. why is this important? it's because on…
it's been a while since I had anything really interesting to tell y'all but today I have two things to talk about. one is the fabulous scarf I was gifted when I visited the Netherlands last (northern) summer, woven from her own exquisite handspun yarns by Caitlin Bongers (she's the one with the voice of the angels who started us all singing by the River Tay a couple of years back). the other can…
regular readers will already be aware that I adore Scotland, so it won't come as a surprise if you can hear me dancing around my studio from a distance because today I can finally share two classes that have been some months in the planning. 96 Normal 0 false false false EN-GB X-NONE X-NONE from the river to the sea(loch) :: finding your wild heart on the western edge November 10 - 14, 2018 and 96…
'lifeboat' Lately there has been another tsunami of posts on the interpixies by various people operating in the creative arts whirled, complaining about copyists. The funny thing is that many of them derive a living from having either copied someone else's work from a book, poached a successful business model (in one case, together with the email list!) from an associate or are directly teaching…
I've made a catalogue for 'disquiet' you'll find a preview here so grateful to the Murray Bridge Regional Gallery for allowing me the space and time to create a story of sorts through my work.
the title of this post is running like an earworm in my head. since we last met I have been in the west of Scotland and also in the west of Australia both beautiful. I took a few days on my own after teaching at Newburgh (the two reddish pix are details of 'shibusa felt', followed by printed paper and then some stitched and dyed organic eri+cotton cloth (acquired from Maiwa) we had students from…
my exhibition 'disquiet' :: observations on a changing landscape formally opened at Murray Bridge Regional Gallery yesterday, July 23 and runs to August 26 Fulvia Mantelli, Associate Curator, Anne & Gordon Samstag Museum of Art , University of South Australia kindly did the honours... and has agreed I may publish her speech in the catalog that I'm putting together (which may not necessarily be…