The one line, on-line review: “Her art & life call to everything ancient and connected in me!” -Crafty Mountain Gal, Cat Porter & you can quote me on that. ** Unless otherwise stated, all photos Copyrighted by Rima Staines Rima inspires my inner gypsy! And I mean that in the most endearing way. Her journeys are what legends are made of. She, her love, and their dog spend the warm months traipsing the United Kingdom countryside telling stories of old, playing music, selling art, taking pictures, and meeting people. In a world of over-indulgence, it is refreshing to see them living their pared-down lives--blissfully content. |
How can I not put on my rose-colored glasses
when she blogs about her travels & posts pics like these?
when she blogs about her travels & posts pics like these?
So, from my own skewed, over-simplified, outsider-looking-in perspective, I will ramble on. Rima's art is very connected to & directly inspired from her world--and the people in it. She surrounds herself with simplicity, beauty, and love. Sometimes life throws in curve balls and epiphanies which brings great sadness and insight. Her works are imbued with all of these emotions. |
In "The Alchemist", all of the events & life lessons flow through the artist's heart changing into the paints she later uses to create her works.
What a beautiful interpretation of how we, as artists & creatives, can transform our own life experiences into what fuels us. It reminds me that inspiration can come from the mundane. It teaches me that refilling my creative well is up to me. Rarely does inspiration descend straight from the heavens with perfectly-thought-out plans and details. "The Alchemist" instructs me to seek out the muse from the colors of a frigid dawn, in a conversation with a friend, from the music lilting through a peaceful evening, in the awe I still feel for these mountains I call home. . . the list could go on forever. Well, I think I successfully talked myself into ordering the large print of this . . . yep!
An evening such as this may lead to a watercolor exercise trying to capture firelight on faces. . . or was it to capture the sense of community? I'd ask Rima for the details, but I kinda like the mystery of putting the puzzle pieces together--how they fit into my mind. | So, how does she turn her life into art? Or the beloved neighbors' wagon in combination with long summer evenings leads to |
Then there are the beautiful walks she takes us on.
I mean, come on, who wouldn't want to follow?
I mean, come on, who wouldn't want to follow?