Be my Rock

Be My Rock ~ by Jo Bradford

This is one of a several pieces I have made recently. Just after sunset, I set myself up on the cliff edge, with the wind howling, snuggled deep into my down jacket. I left my shutter open long enough to catch the moody sea washing across the rocks in the darkening evening light.

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Rainy Days Mixed Tape

Blue Butterflies by Jo Bradford

My work has been selected for Poppytalk Handmade this month. The theme is Mixed Tape! ~ A compilation of those wonderful Poppytalk Handmade peeps, Jan & Earl's, favorite things from emerging design talent from around the world. The market will feature papergoods, affordable art, ceramics, housewares, gifts and jewelry and will be running Sep 08 - Oct 10, 2008.

This is my third Poppytalk market this year. This time I was inspired by the rain (kind of).

Although it has been an unbelievably wet summer this year, I am not letting it get me down. I have been making the most of what is around me for inspiration, and recently it's been big seas, storm clouds and raindrops. The best thing about lots of rain during the warm months, is that Cornwall has never looked so verdant, the rich greens in the landscape are gorgeous and inspirational... it's a jungle out there!!

Sea Fever

The Island by Jo Bradford

..

I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,

And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,

And the wheel's kick and the wind's song

and the white sail's shaking,

And a grey mist on the sea's face,

and a grey dawn breaking.

..

I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide

Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;

And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,

And the flung spray and the blown spume,

and the sea-gulls crying.

..

I must down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,

To the gull's way and the whale's way

where the wind's like a whetted knife;

And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover

And quiet sleep and a sweet dream

when the long trick's over.

..

~ Sea Fever By John Masefield (1878 -1967)

(English Poet Laureate ~ 1930 -1967)