michelagriffith
33⅓ - 100 DAYS OF NATURE
Art and learning through daily practice - one third of my experiences of doing #The100DayProject
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michelagriffith
- Sep 8, 2022
- 4 min
Move closer: the power of words
Do you find it hard to write about your art? Perhaps the answer is to read more. This time I've found another piece of writing that...
michelagriffith
- Jul 26, 2022
- 1 min
why creativity still matters
Years always seem to accelerate as they get into their stride. It’s another one where creativity feels like a luxury; there are so many...
michelagriffith
- Apr 25, 2022
- 3 min
evoking the river spirit
Small webs woven, dotted with dew, glisten in the river light and evoke water spirits: a new blog post about forthcoming series 'Ondine'
michelagriffith
- Mar 8, 2022
- 2 min
cross pollination
Over the last week I’ve been attempting to start understanding how different strands of work, and different media, might relate to each...
michelagriffith
- Feb 21, 2022
- 3 min
the bleak midwinter
Musings on the cold, carols and colour; northern light and new directions of travel. How it feels is as important as how it looks.
michelagriffith
- Dec 31, 2020
- 2 min
finding the positive
On remainng positive, and creative, in the middle of a pandemic.
michelagriffith
- May 29, 2020
- 2 min
i want to break free
It suits the times; it is a representation of us, locked down and constrained within our own individual boxes, kept apart from friends and f
michelagriffith
- May 8, 2020
- 2 min
ever more blue
If the weather matched the times, clouds would shed copious tears. But instead the sun shines, and the sky is ever more blue.
michelagriffith
- Mar 29, 2020
- 1 min
going with the flow
Periodically, I've paused to reflect on the direction that my photography is taking me in
michelagriffith
- Dec 20, 2018
- 2 min
Wrapping Up and Resolving
In the end, there are no rules, only the boxes that we make for ourselves and the lines that we draw in the sand, only to trip over.
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