Cute little square board I painted last week. I’m enjoying playing with colour and style, and I’m certainly enjoying exploring plants growing towards light.
You may notice I’ve signed this one with my name. This will be the way going forward, Birdy & Bright officially closed last Sunday, so if you own any of that then you own a piece of history!
It’s the end of an era but the start of a better one, me being brave enough to call myself an artist, and that’s something I’ve been working towards for a very, long time.
Painted this one in the garden one evening a little while ago.
The boy was asleep, the fella, was out, and I got the opportunity to snatch some rare quiet time in the peace of the evening garden.
I think everyone should spend time in nature. Sitting as a part of the world, breathing with the wind, swaying with plants. Smelling the light fragrance and listening to the hum of bees bumbling around the lavender plant. Everything comes to life.
The names a work in progress. I loved painting this. Acrylics and metallic scrics on A4 board.
A beautiful, brightly colored sunset, capturing the magic of colour’s, held together by green vines sprawling across the board. Nature’s stained glass window.
The metallics really bring this to life. It’s stunning in the light.
This is not my first attempt at a self portrait. And it will likely not be the last, but I like this one and I’m willing to share it.
Creation is inherent. We are all creators. I painted this shortly after I had my little one. My mother had passed just one month before he was born. I remember that I was amazed with how empty I felt, and how full of the power of creation.
The empty face reflects the emptiness I felt inside, the vine still growing through me, manifesting into reality, a constant power that we all possess. It also reflects the continuing chain from mum, to me, to my child. The apple, an ancient symbol of life, and wisdom. The apple is something that had continued to permeate my world, and has become essential to nourish my mind and soul when I need help. Apples are very special things, and not to be taken for granted.
Acrylic paint on A4 300gsm paper.
This is still available. Reach out if you want to talk.
Slowly come, unfurling leaves woken up by warming feet. The sunshine strengthens days linger on life returns now winter has gone.
When everything is moving and nothing stays the same we can only keep our footing on what comes round again. We reach forward into future skyward promises of shoots while we lament on days gone past a history inherited through our roots.
A hand-printed linocut block print inspired by the story of Brigid’s Walk and Imbolc, a celebration attached to the wheel of the year where we acknowledge and give thanks for the slow but certain return of spring.
This is an original handmade print, carved by hand and printed in ink on 300gsm handmade paper, with green ink. 1 run of 20 prints.
This piece celebrates movement, Spring, imbolc, and the simple joy of the first shoots of the year pushing through cold ground. The is a great power in having faith in the seasons, and the joy and reassurance of springs return.
The story behind ‘Step into Spring’ – Brigid and Imbolc
It’s been a longer and more progressive process than my previous print, which bodes well for developing my skill.
I sketched the image onto a soft cut block. The cutting stage was carried out in short, intermittent bursts whenever I found a minute inbetween the busy hours of being a working mum.
I was inspired by the story of Brigid, and the first signs of spring, which are celebrated at Imbolc, a special time and celtic celebration from the wheel of the year that occurs around the 31st-1st February. The festival takes its name from the old Celtic word ‘imbolg’ which means in the belly and reflects the growing life in earth. It was a time where ewes came into milk, and the first sign of spring start to show after a long cold winter. This was an important time when people had to prepare to survive a winter and keep faith the spring would return.
The story is deeply rooted in Celtic mythology and centres around Brigid.
“Brigid is one of the most revered goddesses in Celtic mythology, embodying a triad of powerful aspects: fertility, healing, and inspiration. As a goddess of fertility, she represents the earth’s ability to nurture and sustain life, making her a central figure in the Imbolc celebrations” – Celtic Mythology Worldwide
There are of course variations on the story, but for the most part, it begins with the Cailleach, otherwise known as the winter crone. Who walks the land, making snow and ice every time her staff hits the ground. She captured Brigid (as know in Ireland, Bridge in Scotland and kept her prisoner. Brigid was able to escape in spring and as she returns to the land she melts the snow and ice where she steps and flowers bloom.
On the night of the 31st Jan moving into the 1st Feb, Brigid is said to walk and bring the return to spring. And the for those paying attention, we start to see the signs, small shoots pushing through, green budding on plants. Spring is not yet here, but we see the signs of it’s return.
It’s such a poignant reminder of the cycles of nature that we often miss in these busy modern times. Remember them and spending time with them reconnects us with the earth and living with these cycles has proved really beneficial for my mind and mental health.
Fresh, bright blue of sea and sky. Under currents swirl winds whip and curl up white foamy crests that kiss the salty air carrying the cries of swooping swifts that tell us summer’s nearly here.
Living in Portsmouth, the return of the swifts is a magical time of year. They herald the return of warm weather, and the return of summer.
They live in Africa through the winter, and return here on the warm air to nest and feast on the many insects that thrive in the heat.
I a full of an eager anticipation late April/early May. I can’t help by watch the skies hoping to catch them swooping like darts and screaming. They are wonderful things.
The process of learning block printing has been a fun one. This was the first block print that I made and was happy to offer. I made a run of 20. I have a couple left. A4 card with blue ink.
This week’s been tough. There have been plenty of distractions from painting. My son is teething and has just entered the 4 month sleep regression. Our washing machine and oven both died within days. Life pressed against my patience, and cut off all and any opportunity to be creative.
But then something else happened. I saw my pin officially on the Global map of ARIM artists and that made me feel magic. And, I joined a group called Milan Art and signed up for an online course to improve my acrylic techniques and just like that, I was reinvigorated and have just managed to paint a picture whilst my boy had a nap.
‘Daydreaming while my son sleeps (instead of doing the washing up)’, was a lovely experiment in colour. I’m really enjoying painting with a limited palette and meditating on blue, pink and yellow with accents of black, white and gold. I actually started off with the background as an abstract piece, before deciding that it needed something else, and just like that, a daydreaming mother appeared amongst the colour.
And here we are. ‘Awakening’. This is the moment I somehow reconnected with my teenage self. A girl who lost her inspiration the day her grandad died.
I’ve got twenty years worth of practice to catch up on but it’s not half bad. The eye, the window to the soul, and our connection to consciousness and all the magic that resides there. A rainbow of colour captures the beauty of potential in creativity. Anything is possible. A balance of chaos and structure, something that challenges me in life and on canvas. Cubes share space with flowing lines, vivid colours and tones oppose but join. And it works because I set several rules and allowed myself to break them here and there. A lesson well learned.
What aligned in my mind to open those floodgates? Twenty years of closure to my inspiration, and suddenly something clicks and it all comes rushing back. Since that moment I have been frantically scribbling ideas, connecting the dots between important moments in my life to unlock revelations. I believe this is the start of something. A journey begun long ago that for some reason was paused. Or was it? Perhaps I was always meant to leave that path, and learn lessons elsewhere to bring back to it.
Bernadette Pamplin Art & Poetry 