Jackie Morris/ website etc
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- A Year of Reading
- Artique, Tetbury. A small piece of India in the Cotswold Hills.
- Bears: 30 years of painting them.
- Book List.
- A Hole in the Sky
- East of the Sun, West of the Moon: in between the lines.
- How the Whale Became by Ted Hughes
- I am Cat: Walking through dreams.
- Mrs Noah’s Pockets
- One Cheetah, One Cherry
- Something About a Bear.
- Song of the Golden Hare
- The Cat and the Fiddle
- The Lost Words; A spell of words by Robert MacFarlane.
- The Newborn Child
- The Quiet Music of Gently Falling Snow
- The White Fox
- The Wild Swans
- Walking with Cats ( Working title)
- What’s all the paperboat stuff about? Or: Living with a Playful Heart.
- Books in their natural habitat.
- Day of the Desk.
- Dragons in Torquay Museum
- Exhibitions and Festivals etc.
- Fishing in a river a thousand miles away.
- Mary Bear and Friends.
- My paintings in their natural habitat
- The Brides of Rollrock Island by Margo Lanagan.
- The House of Golden Dreams.
Author Archives: Jackie
Day began with waking to the call of a curlew, winter on wings, piping in the day. Day began with posting something off, a proposal, for something new, which may happen, but might not. Then walking the hounds. Beautiful horses, … Continue reading
First a thought, carried around all day, then a sketch, swift onto paper. Then calm, breathe, grind the ink with water, for fifteen minutes, setting the sand to run through the timer. Which reminds me, this. Listen to this. Anyway, … Continue reading
Evening. Time settles, quiet in the heart, but outside a storm builds. The day was spent inside, working steadily, irritated that even when away from the computer and emails the phone rang, and rang. But work was done, real work, … Continue reading
I wanted to gather a romp of otters to see if I was finding the shape of an otter more or less easily. I’ve been practicing with fluid ink, because when I do events I want to be able to … Continue reading
As the world became a little warmer frozen piped burst, and here in Treleddyd fawr it was as if the tiger ad come to tea and drunk ‘all the water in the taps’. Friday evening, I think it was, the … Continue reading
Suffolk Wildlife Trust have a campaign to get a copy of The Lost Words into schools in Suffolk and Norfolk. To support them Robert and I worked on a new piece that will be printed and pasted into the front … Continue reading
In clearing space in my studio, yesterday I found a small notebook. It has a couple of stories in, and something else. I guess I must have been a bit fed up at the time. Perhaps with publishers, who when … Continue reading
It’s a while now since I worked on a book. I decided when I had finished The Lost Words that I was done with deadlines, would take some time out. But somehow I seem to have loads of work to … Continue reading
This week I tidied up my studio and painted an otter while a film crew watched. Tidying up the studio was the hardest of these tasks. This otter is for sale, but this time, just for sale. Painted for Wales … Continue reading