Rozenna's Wild Opus

Nature-inspired artwork, made with materials intended for the landfill - based in Cornwall and Devon, England

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Beautiful old tree on the Devon border, England

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Interactive Art Project is a go!

Our first theme is: SPACE!

Full rules and explanation in the video below!

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Basic format:

Post your interpretation using ANY ART FORM to either our Facebook page, or PM it to us at Facebook.com/nansanmor🌿

OR

upload to your social media using the tag: #keepmakingsundays ❤🌻

Pic for attention 😊

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by  Giuseppe Bottiglieri

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Life live like you’re riding a platypus through space in a glittery dress 

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Broken shards reused as overlays to an old practise painting: one for the eye detail and another for the clouds. I’m quite liking the result 

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Biddle de fi baloo

The cat was green and yellow

Fiddle me faux fum

He floated like a marshmallow

And the hedgepig did howl at the moon

And the shepherd shepherd his sheep into the sock

And out came a purple wok

To balter in the underground

And to dance on a cloud

Is really how to make anyone proud

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Today I’m attempting to make a pipe - from a nice bit of oak I found a few years back and seasoned nicely after forgetting about it (heh) - maybe some cool design after the preliminary bowl and such. Eh, first time for everything - and I guess it’s more important you have fun with it! 

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There was something about you that I knew was amiss something about you that I knew I had missed

Yeah you were smiling, self-assured, viewed yourself as a god and every opinion too

Something about you put a twist in my stomach as you lunged over tables and glowered in corners

Charismatic, with a force and a leaning words that you spoke and those left out had more meaning

That leering, definite gaze, the rumours, the shadows their silence for days

But he's a good guy, I heard them say from the gossip of the pub and the safety of space

Nothing did wrong, it was just an accident how could a guy like this could have such a twist?

It's something about them that makes you mad if they'd just listened this problem you wouldn't have

Maybe if they'd just stop and realise how hard it was to be you with your glory, and your unknown potential

Everyone else holding you back everyone's opinions met by those of yours that they lack I see you believe that it was all just of this how could you, so wonderful, be accused of this?

And you see everything as a hidden duality intentions one-dimensional it was always a demand for all to see your reality

Half truths, slammed drawers just grab another beer and reaffirm your orders

And the shattered shells you left behind had nothing to do with your piece of mind and everything to do with their state of being it's the lost souls that keep appearing

and even now I see you continue with you halo-glow and rusty cogs a-whirring so defended, so revered now that the demon's shrivelled in fear

There was something about you that I should've picked up on, something about you that I should have done

But is it too late to make it end? because you've done it before, and you'll do it again.

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Passion is a fashion It's a unity of events It's a cry for anguish A way to vent

It's a lifeline To the loss of an idea To the creation of love To correct and pioneer

It's a conversation It's a passive protest It's turning your words Into blood and to flesh

It's a stand up A sit down A call to arms To whether to help Or resist And repair the harm

Passion is a response And not a request Passion knows when to act And to sit down and rest

And passion is a catalyst A way to seek release To not let our thoughts Drift on the breeze

Passion can mean many different things But always an open door From soft lips, to raised fists, singing "We shall suffer no more".

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Making organic rose oil at home 

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[When the Fae Contemplate]

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‘Morwenna’

Meaning: ‘waves of the sea’ within Welsh or, ‘maiden’ in Cornish  

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[garden love]

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Last night & tonight's project: playing with demon horn concepts (more to add yet) 

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Umber & plum

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Two days ago 

I had an empty birthday

I was 23

Sometimes I wonder 

Whether it’s really me

But when you think about it 

How likely is it that 

It’s just everyone else?

When alone you find

On that special date

On the day spent celebrating self 

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