It’s been very grey here in cornwall so I hope to bring a little brightness with this over-printed starling. . . . . . #wip #illustration #contemporaryprintmaking #humananimalrelationship #ukprintmakers #get_imprinted #contemporaryprintmaking #printmakingtoday #creativeinspiration #happyaccident #patterndesign #patternmaking #repeatpattern #printandpattern #sketchbook #inthestudio #collageart #creativityandplay #camoflage

For a slightly differnt, a more real world observation of Crows this poem by Mary Oliver is also one of my favourites… Crows From a single grain they have multiplied. When you look in the eyes of one you have seen them all. At the edges of highways they pick at limp things. They are anything but refined. Or they fly out over the corn like pellets of black fire, like overlords. (Crow is crow, you say. What else is there to say? Drive down any road, take a train or an airplane across the world, leave your old life behind, die and be born again— wherever you arrive they’ll be there first, glossy and rowdy and indistinguishable. The deep muscle of the world

Gool Peran Lowen! Happy St Piran’s Day! “The heathen Irish tied him to a mill-stone, rolled it over the edge of a cliff into a stormy sea, which immediately became calm, and the saint floated safely over the water to land upon the sandy beach of Perranzabuloe in Cornwall. His first disciples are said to have been a badger, a fox and a bear” “He landed in Cornwall, and there established himself as a hermit. His sanctity and his austerity won for him the veneration of all around, and the gift of miracles, with which he was favoured, brought many to seek his charitable aid. He was joined at Perranzabuloe by many of his Christian converts and together they founded the Abbey of Lanpiran, with Piran as abbot. St Piran ‘rediscovered’ tin-smelting (tin had been smelted in Cornwall since before the Romans’ arrival, but the methods had since been lost) when his black hearthstone, which was evidently a slab of tin-bearing ore, had the tin smelt out of it and rise to the top in the form of a white cross, thus the image on the flag”

Dydd Gŵyl Dewi Hapus” “Happy St. David’s Day”  My interest in St david began with the dove on his shoulder… maybe not surprisingly The most famous miracle associated with St David took place when he was preaching to a large crowd in Llanddewi Brefi. When people complained that they could not hear him, the ground on which he stood rose up to form a hill. A white dove settled on his shoulder. Legend states he was the son of Sant, King of Ceredigion and a nun called Nonnita. He was born more than 15 centuries ago on the Pembrokeshire cliffs during a ‘fierce storm’. He became a monk at a young age and founded a monastery where St David’s Bishop’s Palace and the Cathedral are now built. He was made an archbishop later in life and died on March 1, 589 AD when he was 100 years old.. His final words to the community of monks were: “Brothers be ye constant. The yokewhich with single mind ye have taken, bear ye to the end; and whatsoever ye have seen with me and heard, keep and fulfil.” . .#anthrozoology #stdavidsday