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Welcome to my Philosophy page.             

This is my Art Philosophy:

In an age of advanced reliance upon technology, the concept of the virtual, and emphasized materialism, artists have the chance to offer opportunities for contemplation or relaxation. We can help to maintain links with Nature. We can create awareness of humanity. In times of

depression, loss, insecurity...the arts can provide release or comfort.

   We may use computers to promote our projects and true Art is not just for a clique. True Art is for everybody to share.

  Beyond my little studio is the far greater one, so remember the likes of me when you want to dump some rubbish or litter, or cut down a tree.

Love and respect the work of art that is our world. Teach and share compassion for all our fellows, including members of other species.

Then let us not be left all alone....!!


1/. Outside examination room......"Joe Bloggs pipes up and says, 'You revised thingy- whatsits?' Of course, you haven't. You've done do-dars and those-thems, but you've not checked up on thingy-whatsits. You panic and grab your notes for a quick scan, but the doors open - and why have they suddenly grown to cathedral proportions? When you go in and glance at the old paper, thingy-whatsits are nowhere to be found. You

now go blank. What was that about do-dars?! You should never listen to Joe Bloggs when he starts behaving like he did today. He was probably only trying to wind you up." 

2/." It was my first visit to a particular Essex bungalow, one full of space and light; furnishings including cut glass chandeliers, mirrors, Chinese rugs. Talk was full of introduction, encouragement, reassurance. Coffee flowed and before long Nature signalled to me in the inevitable way.

    I excused myself and was directed to the bathroom. Things looked clean. Unlike a few locations, a towel was available for use. Young male voices could be heard with some activity going on in the back yard. At conclusion of main closet business, I arose to the clear call of 

'wolf whistling'. My temperature climbed at speed as I struggled to secure my Jeans. Panic set in at the sound of the refrain being repeated: window was wide open.

    Once securely attired, I dared to take a cautious look out of the window. There, out in the yard was an extremely large bell-shaped cage in which sat one African grey parrot who was whistling contentedly in the sunshine..."

Sections in the book: 'Down to Earth', 'Tutor Calling!', 'Branching Out!',  'On the Air', 'Selected Examples', 'Archives', 'Got the Idea?', 'Answers to Sample Exercises'.  (Also see notes lower down this website page.)

Scroll down lower on this page to follow the story of "Dove-Dove"

 over time.


"True Dove", epilogue:

      Loss of this particularly close ambassadorial feathered friend was followed by Ken and I having our lives changed...

      Then in October last year, we went to a rented lodge in a well known Suffolk holiday park. Forest surrounded us. Deer walked up to the patio windows. Tall pines of the mixed canopy reminded us of my art project which was in progress and which was themed around El Rocio in Spain.

    The lodge catered for disabilities. We sat outside, enjoying the Autumn sunshine of East Anglia. I photographed a smiling Ken. We drank glasses of Fino there, reluctant to go indoors.

  Next morning, I painted by the big lake in the park with Ken beside me sitting on his strollater. We had known each other for a lifetime. Aged 89, he still admired my work. We talked about our travels as man and wife:" That view there could even be in Canada." We spoke of Dove-Dove as we enjoyed having birds all around. I asked if he was getting cold...

    By the next morning, I was a widow. The painting is not for sale.

Just a week or two after Ken's funeral, a young man who I had never met before, approached me in a local café: "I've got to tell you. When I first walked in and saw you sitting there all alone, a voice inside my head suddenly said,' She'll be alright. The angels are watching over her'."

    Then I remembered everything in a flash. Neighbourhood disputes, defamation, persecution, emotional or physical pain... but true Love never dies to part us. I saw the mental image of Ken smiling in James Cooke Wood with me holding an angel in my hand.

 Tune in for next "episode"/extract about Dove-Dove later. I last changed this here 10/Nov/2018. There will be useful ideas to share for wild or pet bird care...and I will publish the whole thing around here again.

Martine Norman 2013/14.[epilogue 2017]


    "It's a Tutor's Life."...noted within own copy.