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
There is too little time to blog, but I’ve so many things that I am keeping ‘under my hat’ I need to let a few out. But first thing to say is that the exhibition at Botanic Gardens in Edinburgh … Continue reading
It’s taken a while, but I have finally got around to putting some signage on my van. Not as flamboyant as my old dragon van, but I think it looks quite elegant. Both vans were done by Sigma in Haverfordwest. … Continue reading
I met Tamsin Abbott first in the pages of Earth Pathways Diary. Her work shone out from the pages. We met in person at Art in Action and became friends, and so we met Mike Abbott, her husband. I’ve stayed … Continue reading
On the way to ‘being on holiday’ we called in at Booth’s Bookshop in Hay, to sign books and pick up a painting. And then we wove our way to a place near Cradley, a beautiful place with a view … Continue reading
A long time ago I lived in Hereford. I was 19 years old, with a heart full of hopes. My first time away from home. I’d been to my interview at the college dressed ( by my parents still) in … Continue reading
I have, as much as is possible, avoided listening to the radio. Seeing the protestors in London gave me hope. Seeing Trump and Putin, metaphorically hand in hand, if not physically, dashed it again. So I turned to hope. The … Continue reading
It’s like a curious trade. I paint otters to sell, and the money becomes books that are given to schools, to green the classrooms and act as a catalyst for learning natural literacy. I’m working on three things at the … Continue reading
I will sell you my morning memories, and the gold soul of a sea-smoothed beach stone. £250 for The Lost Words for Powys SOLD. Email me to secure, as this is an original piece. Made from time, memories, white gold … Continue reading
Just the most exciting thing. And I would write more but I’ve so much work to do. So, have a look at this, Spellsongs. Browse the website for more. I’m so very excited. Blog this! Bookmark on Delicious Digg this … Continue reading