Saturday Snippets #102
I have several marked memories of Findhorn: the beautiful nature, running rivers, eating in the communal dining hall, and helping catch Findhorn brochures off a printing press and loading them into boxes...
I have several marked memories of Findhorn: the beautiful nature, running rivers, eating in the communal dining hall, and helping catch Findhorn brochures off a printing press and loading them into boxes...
I came here when I was eighteen months old — my parents were both artists. I grew up in a community that was, in a way, made by artists.
The rabbit hole ran deep, but the landing was soft, and the history is right where it belongs: safely in the hands of the living community.
Ours is not primarily a mechanical life, not primarily a physical world obeying laws of physics and mechanics, and surviving by the same...
How could our culture ‘magnetise’ all the necessary minds, find a focus of shared intention, and incubate the wealth of skills and clarity of perception needed to distil shared cultural criteria that could birth the next Golden Age?
Is there a soul in hammers? I still wonder about that.
This workshop felt very much like the creative, spiritual process itself: a blank canvas, a not-knowing to start with and then, gradually, a presencing of the story ready to unfold.
Author's Note: I wrote the following summary for the Local Place Plan in 2024. I offer it here as a high-level overview. *** Ecovillage Findhorn is home to a rich arts 'ecosystem' that includes individual,
Edwin Smith is widely celebrated as one of Britain's greatest mid-century architectural and landscape photographers, famous for his atmospheric, masterly use of natural light documenting English vernacular and monumental architecture.
The access to artists who lived 500 and 600 years ago has become a great source of inspiration and enlightenment to me as an artist.