Paintings

A Norfolk Now

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Where BE we?
We not BE in Devon
Too flat.
Devon all green bumps of burps.

When BE we?
BE bout now
When this is OK
A Winter insert.

How BE we?
We BE quite inert.
Squintin thro lines that lurk.

Who BE we?
We BE up this tree
Undisturbed
Quiet and unheard.

Too hidden for words.

Two tired little birds.

Drawing: Hazel Brown; Words: Ian Nisbet.

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Storm Brian

Storm Brian edit

Blown and Blustered!
Gusted and Fustered
With temperamental Fluster!
It has whined and its howled
Like tormented Fowls!
Whipped up the trees, shaken their leaves
And Dizzeyed the Bees!
The birds have all flown to a much safer home!

Waves crash and smash on the
Old Harbour walls.
Ships strain their ropes, whilst the
Fishermen’s hopes of taking out boats
Are all dashed and postponed…..’til…..
Old Brian is spent and these storms are soon rent
And Autumn’s warm Sun is content.

– Poem & Words: Hazel Brown

Turnering a Saturday Afternoon

We’ve been saturating ourselves in the multi-colourful world of JMW Turner this last week.

So time to go colour in this drizzly grey Saturday afternoon out there.

Haze is looking across towards Teignmouth from Shaldon beach.

Shaldon 2 Sept 2017

She would have been seeing this

Shaldon Sept 2017

And she would have been seeing this

Shaldon 4 Sept 2017

But there was hardly any time to get this scene set, or these boats sketched, before the drizzle arrived.

We had to retire to the shelter to eat our cheese sandwiches and drink our flask of tea.

The drizzle persisted and prolonged, becoming proper rain.

So we drive up to Labrador Bay. Here Haze can attempt another watercolour from the dry confines of the car (while listening to Woolf Works by Max Richter on the car stereo)

Labrador Bay 3 Sept 2017

And this is the watercolour sketch she produced

Labrador Bay 4 Sept 2017

JMW Turner approved, gave her the thumbs up!

Words & Photos: Ian Nisbet; Watercolour Sketch: Haze Brown

Pines pointing to the stars

At dusk the pines around our camp became burnished in sunsetty shimmers.

Trees at sunset edit

From the crackly glow of the campfire we were looking up through the high heads of the pines

Into a voluminous darkness of sparkly glitters.

Being up on Dartmoor gives you that deep sensual awareness of night being properly distinct from day.

So many stars. You forget just how many stars there are up there.

Millions of millions.

Stars just about everywhere you can see.

Spreading out as far and as deep as your imagination can reach.

These pines seemed to be guiding our way in, giving us privileged access.

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Paintings: Hazel Brown; Words; Ian Nisbet

The Echo of your Breath (rebreathed)

A rebreathing of a little poem Haze wrote in May 2015

The echo of your breath
Is here in my room.
Light liquid tenderness flows
Through my heart

The touch of your fingers
Snowflake ..frosted
Breaks upon my skin

Threads of honeyed kisses
Will fly on the cold night air
From my soft lips to yours

Your soul has woven itself
Into my hair.

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Poem & Picture: Hazel Brown (4 Dec 2016)