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A review by Irit Levy
Mosaic artist Irit Levy from Monaco, has written a short review about a mosaic I made called “Silver Birch Trees at Sunset”. You can read it on her blog: http://iritlevyart.wordpress.com/2009/09/05/birch-trees-taking-it-farther-to-abstract/ She has also written about several other mosaics by various artists on her blog : “Mosaic is Art “.
Judgement Day In The Rain
Trudging up the steep slope in the pouring rain, my oversized brolly got stuck several times on the overhanging bushes and brambles. It was early July but felt like autumn, the rain water ran in rivulets down the path bouncing up now and then to splash and soak through the holes in the canvas of…
Mosaic comes to those who…….
… mind their own business as they are walking down the street! My eldest son has just left home and got a job in Walsall, near Birmingham. I went up with him to help him look for a flat and I wondered what the chances were of finding a mosaic in the town when lo…
- bird mosaics | butterflies | landscape | mosaic art | skies | sunsets
Path to the Sky
The fields in the last few weeks have been an abundance of yellow buttercups. I couldn’t do it much justice with my photos but it was much better than this: The skies have been pretty impressive too: No need to look far for inspiration! I made this mosaic indirectly only because I had to work…
- bird mosaics | lions | Marc Chagall | mosaic art | Olympics | stained glass | sun mosaics | trees
New website!
I have spent a good couple of weeks intensely programming my website. A complete re-design. The slide shows were programmed by my son, Dan. (Nerdy geek in Manchester!) So I have been on a bit of a steep learning curve of css and added to my knowledge of html. Now you can shop in my…
- bird mosaics | mosaic art | skies | sunrise | wind
The Wind Eagle
Whilst researching Norse myths for my ash tree trunk sculpture I came across a poem telling the origin of the wind. It went like this: Hraesvelg, he is called, who sits at heaven’s end, a giant in eagle’s shape. From his wings, it is said, the winds blow over all men (The Sibyl’s Prophecy. 37)…