I suppose we all have a place in our hearts, perhaps from childhood or another life time that makes the heart ache when you think about it. A place that has a strong pull but is sometimes too painful to think about because you know you can't go back. I learned to love nature in such a place. When I feel a connection to all the things that live and grow in the countryside I also feel a connection to the farm I grew up on.
Erik Gonzales. See more here
I find this poem by Pablo Neruda particularly moving.
Lost in the forest, I broke off a dark twig
and lifted its whisper to my thirsty lips:
maybe it was the voice of the rain crying,
a cracked bell, or a torn heart.
Something from far off: it seemed
deep and secret to me, hidden by the earth,
a shout muffled by huge autumns,
by the moist half-opened darkness of leaves.
Wakening from the dreaming forest there, the hazel-sprig
sang under my tongue, its drifting fragrance
climbed up through my conscious mind
as if suddenly the roots I had left behind
cried out to me, the land I had lost with my childhood --
and I stopped, wounded by the wandering scent.
- Pablo Neruda
An Unwritten Book by Fiona Watson. See Fiona's Flickr photo stream here
Fiona Watson. See more of Fiona's work here
Fiona Watson. See more here
One-of-a-kind artist book by Jill Hubley. Click here
Everything/Something, a unique book with wooden pages, screenprint, gouache by Karen Kunc. See website here.
Bee Mapping by Cas Holmes. This piece is currently on tour in the 5th European Quilt Art Tour. See website here and blog here
Rosie Turnbull textile print. Click here.
Exquisite Leaf by Francis Ooi. See more here
ronze sculpture by Mark Hall. See more here