I was excited last weekend to find that my music and photographs were featured on Elsa Mora’s generous and lovely blog, Art is a Way.
The first featured image was one that I had kind of put to the back of my mind, and it was nice to be reminded of it. It inspired me to give this small girl a new view..
Since a young girl, I have always been intrigued by imaginings of size.
In nature, I loved to imagine how it would look to be grown tiny, and dropped into these places. I would often kneel, gazing deeply into small mossy nooks, through curled hillside bilberry strands, into tangles of branches and thorns. At the beach, I would find those deep, crusted and feathered green pools, gaze and mentally sink under the water and swim. I loved, and still love, to imagine a world changed size, trickle become river, thorn become tree..
Life to a spiders eye, a flea, a worm.
Sometimes, in bed at night, I had half awake dreams of becoming larger and smaller. My eyes tight closed, I lay and imagined. I could feel my hands, my legs, my torso, growing, then shrinking. Sometimes fast, sometimes slow.
It was almost a surprise to open my eyes and find myself the same size, I believed the imaginings so much.
My mum and I would play with pine cones in the wood near to our house, stacking them up to make “houses”, and singing the poetry by Pooh,
“Here is a myst’ry
About a little fir-tree
Owl says it’s his tree
And Kanga says it’s her tree”
I had forgotten all these things somehow, until my visit to the woods, and this picture came to be.