After a long but relatively uneventful journey, we arrived on Friday, precisely 24 hours after we set off from our old home in the UK. Yesterday we unpacked the van, and today we’ll finish setting up the temporary studio. The hamlet is peaceful and quiet. This morning all we could hear was the ticking of the […]
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Away with the fairies
We’re away this weekend (technically we’ll be home tomorrow but I’m signing off until Monday once we leave later today). I leave you with one of my favorites of the many photos we’ve taken in France. This is the front window of the little house, the house we’ll soon call home. (If your curious about the […]
House as Art
Even though we’re here surrounded by sticks and stones and all of the other good stuff out of which I love to make art, I haven’t once felt the compulsion to go out collecting as I normally do when I find myself in a place like this. Instead, I’m looking at floor tiles, beams, tongue […]
Fête du Pain
Today we rose early and made our way to the Fête du Pain being held in the nearby village of Fenioux, France. This celebration of bread included street vendors, car boot sales and a small procession by the Confrérie des Talmeliers de Saint Honoré d’Aunis et de Saintonge, who I assume were there to oversee […]
One day every day
After a day of settling in, it almost feels as though we never left. The flight was easy, the ride from the airport was long and we stayed up chatting until the wee hours of Sunday morning. Yesterday, after brewing the coffee, I ventured forth to inspect the little house. Mum had hung new curtains […]
A Long Way Home
I’ve lived in a lot of places: New Jersey, New York, Pennsylvania, Ohio, South Dakota, Nebraska and the UK. For most of my life I’ve been a nomad of sorts, sometimes by choice, sometimes not. Of all the places I’ve lived to date, only two of them felt like home. One is the house of […]
the road
This is the road to home, whichever way one travels it. In this direction it leads to the UK, where I am now. It was hard work saying goodbye to the little house, but we’ll return soon. In the meantime I am catching up with emails in all of the inboxes, including Cabinet des Fées […]
I have a heart of stone
This is the house in all of its stone-built glory, where it has stood since it was first constructed in 1851. Roses and grapes now adorn the front, and yesterday I finished off one half of a small front garden. I was even gifted with some flowers to plant, to make it look more like […]
