I am in love with the arts, my passion expands beyond writing, I adore painting, but I am no artist. I try to take pretty photos, but I am no photographer. I write possibly each day, but I know in my heart I shall never be published, my art will never grace the walls of any gallery, my photography will never be found in any magazine and my next project will probably amass to nothing either. Basically, because it doesn’t matter…
… I crave not fame and fortune, I can not adhere to the strict ‘rules of writing’ I use far too many words, I tell don’t show… Instead of show don’t tell… and I use far too many dots all dotted around the place in dot like chaos…
I write, I draw, I paint, I snap photos because these are things I love to do and mediums I admire. I attend talks by poets, who can stand before an audience and share their words beautifully, I will travel the country and even abroad to visit museums and galleries to witness displays attend exhibitions of world famous artists and also find local artists hidden in pub attics in small side streets… falling in love with the colours and lines, the words, a dance… inspiration surrounds me, I find beauty in the mundane, a leaf in a puddle becomes a boat for captain ant and his band of merry pirates.
My love delves into music, though I can not play an instrument (yet) I love the world within movies, books, stage and screen, comics, heroes, villains, aliens, the macabre, the tortured souls trapped in pages of a dusty novel. The unknown, the supernatural, the inner realms of sincere spirituality…
My name will never grace anything more than this blog and that my friends, is enough for me …
Anne Harrison 11.02.17