An introduction They’ve been in my tummy for a while. In my mind forever and appear in nearly every conversation I have with close friends – why don’t you create videos? I do and I don’t know why I hadn’t as it allows me to get a thought – of which I have many out …
Welcome, in this room you are invited to embrace the concept of a space in your home that creates a space in you. Like all creatures, an environment that serves us is essential if we are to be at our best. The House of Amma is an example of the necessity for a place that …
I gathered images, had an idea and then sat back. Often this is how a post goes for me. I’m tired today so everything is a little slower but I want to share this, the back story behind my recent call to artists for the exhibition ‘Artwords’ showing at Amanartis at the Atria in Sept. …
When so many of us are returning to old ways of coming together, forming communities and finding ways to resist the endless desire to divide us, AI, trolls, ghost writers have found a new way to keep the wheels of hate turning and are blaming it in on young people. They’re our hope, yet from …
Don’t ask me a question as if you’re not meaningfully presenting an option. Why ask me for my opinion when actually you’re telling me what you’ve planed to do? Don’t behave as though you like me and you’re being kind, when you don’t and you’re not. It’s patronising and undermining. Do you think I can’t …
Above : ‘Right Hand’ Pencil Sketch by Amma Gyan. in celebration ‘Green Hand by Amma Gyan’ Acrylic on paper Our hands, they’re magic – perfectly constructed. The thumb, essential, part of the team but not like the others. The leader? May be. Our hands. A little while ago I heard an ad that ended on …
The tree in the distance gently moving in the breeze, the shimmer of the shadow on the ground, almost like mirror. The fly scurrying along the ground as if in desperate search of someone or something valuable – I wondered whether it had forgotten that it could fly or was it just enjoying the act …
Long, elegant, limbs. Graceful hands. Smooth, flowing yet powerful movement. I made space, closed my eyes and embraced the desire to experience this way of moving. I began to dance to an internal rhythm that was coming from deep within. No music just a surge or energy that started in my chest, then formed a …
I remember at school there were always a few kids who liked to capture insects and do horrible things to them. Whether it was a Daddy Long Legs or Bees, they would capture them and torture them. They seemed to enjoy the power and had a complete disregard for their life, pain and consequences. Bullies. …
