Colour Exhibition Happiness Living in Norway painting with paper Photography

Allsidige Tilfeldigheter

Art Collective & Art Sale, 17 – 30 July 2021

Krutthuset, Stavern

Welcome to an exhibition with five very different artists.
Anita Miric
Tor Arne Høili
Lizz Daniels
Linda Pinda
Simen Svendsberget

Discover versatile and decorative visual art in many sizes and styles. Everything from oil paintings to stencil art, installations and mixed media.

This is a sales exhibition.
12:00 – 17:00


Wild cards

Tonight’s wild card is one of those ones that comes completely out of the blue. Lands in your lap with a mighty thump and says, “‘ere you are. Just what you’ve been waiting for.”

It’s really nice when these sort of wild cards come along and open up possibilities and opportunities.

Very good. I like wild cards, me. I like wild cards.


Nettle Thrash

I’m really looking into nettles and their benefits.

One of the most well-recorded uses of stinging nettle, stretching back over 2,000 years, is urtication. Employed by indigenous tribes and many countries worldwide, it involved beating ones limbs with stalks of stinging nettle.

To practitioners, it serves as a cure for painful, arthritic joints. There are conflicting opinions about the true benefit of this practice. Some argue that the sting merely provides a distraction from the pain of arthritis. However, others point to the injection of histamine by the nettle plant.

Once histamine is injected into the body, an anti-histamine reaction occurs, with the body attempting to draw down the inflammation. It is thought that perhaps this reaction by the body also serves to reduce arthritic swelling.

Warriors and hunters of many clans also used the sting of the nettle to keep themselves alert during battle or the hunt (Krohn, 2007).

There are also several documented ceremonial uses of stinging nettle. Several Nevada tribes, for example, burned nettle leaves in sweat lodges. This served two purposes: to act as an offering, and also to treat pneumonia and the flu (Hatfield, 2004).

In addition to being a potent medicine, the Kawaiisu associated nettle with powerful dreams. If individuals wished to have medicine dreams they would walk barefoot through fields of nettle to prepare themselves to enter the dream world (D’Azavedo & Sturtevant, 1986).

Stinging nettle also appears in indigenous folklore, often being associated with coyote, suggesting that nettle is the trickster of the plant world. Nettle folktales also remind the listeners of mans’ foolish decision to label the plant as a weed.


Sunshine feeling

Here’s a nice couple of alcohol ink drawings with a sunshine feeling on a snowy day.


Party birds

The birds held a little gathering on the table.


My painting

The Old Threads are Unraveling

Julia Myers

“The old threads are unraveling,

Get your needles ready.

We are stitching a new quilt of humanity.

Bring your old t-shirts,

worn out jeans, scarves,

antique gowns, aprons,

old pockets of plenty

who have held Earth’s treasures,

stones, feathers, leaves,

love notes on paper.

Each stitch

A mindful meditation.

Each piece of material

A story.

The more color the better,

so call in the tribes.

Threads of browns, whites,

reds, oranges

Women from all nations

start stitching.

Let’s recycle the hate,

the abuse, the fear, the judgment.

Turn it over,

wash it clean,

ring it out to dry.

It’s a revolution

of recycled wears.

Threads of greens, blues, purples

Colorful threads

of peace, kindness,

respect, compassion

are being stitched

from one continent

to the next over forests,

oceans, mountains.

The work is hard

Your fingers may bleed.

But each cloth stitched together

Brings together a community.

A world, our future world

Under one colorful quilt.

The new quilt of humanity.”


Earth magic

The remains of Christmas…not exactly woodland path patterns .but inspired by Cathy’s pics

The needles are from the forest pine tree, with dried fruit decorations and all the planetary symbols made in their respective metal .


Dr Dread

Someone reminded me of my hats and I looked with interest at the photos she commented on. There are quite few that are equally relevant today as they were seven months ago, maybe even more so. I mean look at Dr. Dread. This was end of May… perhaps I am clairvoyant.


Power animal

And this one is all about me going back in time and finding my power animal to give myself the inner strength I lacked when I was fifteen years old.

So this is a little journey into the past.

Power Animal

Flowing with grief

Confessions of an artist living in Norway

This one, however, this one you see before your eyes, did not originate in Norway. It’s one of my sticky back plastic specialities. It doesn’t really show up super-duper here but it’s better than it’s ever shown up before.All that silver stuff you see is what is put on road signs so that when lights hit it at night in the dark, it all shines up. So what I was playing with here was doing with a lot of very transformative sort of art pieces.

The trouble was I was never actually got to show them to anybody in their real transformative format, as with this light because it’s really different when it’s just a plain bit with a lot of sticky back plastic on it.

And those sticky back plastic pictures took forever. I mean there’s just so much energy from cutting and crying and grief gone into it, it’s unbelievable.

Anyway, another little introduction from Confessions from Norway. Thank you.


Bright side of quarantine walks in a graveyard

Another wet day another graveyard walk a few more graveyard pictures. My quarantine route.


Shed clearing

Indian stuff from way back when..some bits are really old.

I have collected so much on my travels and from flea markets and charity shops. It’s really time to shift them on. I used to sew a bit at one time and am a sucker for fine cloth and pretty patterns.

The Grey Dress

This child’s dress was ancient in 1975. Brought it from a Baluchistan woman in Mccloud Grange, the hill station just above Dharamsala. When we were there we had an audience with the Dali Lama (Lots of people not just us). I was about 24 and hadn’t a clue really. I dozed off and fell off my chair…


Not in my name.

Mixed media 20 x 26 ins.

She’s up in Cafe Vintage and looks really cool. Thanks #cafevintage for giving it such a nice place to hang until she finds a new home.

I painted her in 2018 before BLM took off in the way it has. Cafe Vintage has bought it. I was in there yesterday and saw her on the wall.

Seeing one’s work on display is always special. She was the last woman I painted in my series and is very close to my heart.

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Masks in a Pandemic?

Not happy with my expensive plastic transparent mask I did a little transformational work and made myself a snazzy little travelling number.

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The Mother of Invention

Necessity is the mother of invention…my first web site cards made by hand. Back in the day when cash was not in the purse.

The website, my very first, ilovestickybackplastic ( no longer in existance) was all about recycled plastic adhesive, and I made about 500 cards out of sticky back plastic of course.

What a nutter eh!

Oh how I loved to cut and stick. Sticky back plastic kept me sane. I was going to throw them away but I can’t…not yet.

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Well there was no condensation in the advert, it was completely clear and transparent…

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Follow your compass

A message to friends far and wide follow your inner compass. Don’t be fooled by the lies and misinformation which is coming from all directions… known and unknown, from people we trust, from people we think are untrustworthy.

The fears are destroying friendships, opinions are breeding hatred.

Follow your inner compass and set it in the direction of love.

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I have been watching the transformation of this thistle since the 24th July. It gives me much pleasure to witness this.

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Sunday Morning

Something very unusual happened yesterday that literally took my breath away. It was only after hoping the situation would occur today that I realised how wonderful and special it was.

In need of a pee I woke by chance as the sun was about to rise and instead of returning to the warmth of my bed I stumbled out to the sun-watching balcony and sat myself down ready for the glorious event.

By chance, some years ago two of the tall fir trees that border the church yard opposite had blown down in a gale creating a wonderful viewing point to watch the sun rise.

It was a Sunday and the day was perfectly still, not a sound to be heard, not a car moving not a single bird chirping to welcome the day, it was quite uncanny. In comparison this morning was totally different. The new week had begun, and Monday was in full swing. Traffic could be heard in the distance, some birds were flying around and a few odd seagulls were squawking. It was so completely different form the previous morning when the magic left me momentarily breathless.

It must be said that apart from it being a Sunday yesterday the atmospherics of the day were also entirely different. The stillness was almost unbearable, pristine pure. It felt as if I could have heard a pin drop from my seat in the sky.

The balcony on which I sat is outside of an east facing window and is close to the eves of the house. It overlooks the churchyard and a fine view of Sandefjord. It’s a perfect sunrise spot. As I sat there in the perfect still silence watching the sun begin to paint the sky in glorious hues, there was a sudden sound like a gas explosion.

If anyone has ever heard the sound of gas being shot into a hot air balloon as it floats low in the sky on a still summers day it was similar to this, a sudden loud woosh.

At the same time as the woosh broke into the air, thousands of birds lifted from a large tree on my viewing horizon and came straight towards me in seconds, their wings sounding like a huge motor engine as their fluttering got nearer.

Settling in the tress that border the churchyard in from of our house they chattered and chirped in that noisy way that starlings do. Everything changed, the silence was gone, and I felt I was in the trees with them.

Then suddenly there was another Whoosh which could be heard over their squawking chatter as from the same tree across the churchyard a second flock of birds as big as the first came flying towards the house their wings beating the air. The noise they made was most unusual, uncanny to say the least. They also alighted in the trees along with the others. What a cacophony of sound I was witness to. It seemed that all the air around the trees was moving as these birds twittered and talked to one another.

As I sat there in the thick of this bird phenomena, shocked by the intensity of the action that had suddenly appeared before my eyes, they suddenly all rose at once and flew over where I was sitting. I was surrounded by birds wings beating as the whole flock flew over the house …it was truly magnificent.

This sound of wings in the air was unbelievable, the closeness I was to them a little frightening. I could hardly believe my eyes and my luck to witness such a thrilling experience, it literally took my breath away. This all happened in a few minutes, I was so grateful to have been an observer of nature’s wonder.

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Exhibition: Sandefjord Svømmehall

The swimming hall is open again. This little exhibition went up beginning of April and then just as it went up everything shut down.

So here we go again. One just sold. Hooray!

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Giraffe likes the honeysuckle too.

This is an ode to honeysuckle. I really love honeysuckle, it’s so beautiful.

“Oh, beautiful sweet smelling flower

Fill me with your magic essence

Let the vibrancy of your flowers

Uplifit and give me some of the wealth of your growth

Let it enter into my blood

Oh! what heavenly joy you bring into my heart”

Oh! I just love it. It gives me so much pleasure. I’m so lucky, really lucky.

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Something Fishy

Something fishy is going on. I made this one 18th April. It’s been waiting for the right time to emerge. No wonder there is an unpleasant smell in the air …or is it something else…..?

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My bug hat. Inspired by recent insect interaction.

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Hats in a Pandemic #56

My Mary Poppins is a bit daring don’t you think?

The sun has temporarily gone behind the clouds but the hills are still alive with the sound of music.

#daringtobedifferent #marypoppins #olderwomen #dontbeshy#keepsmiling #stillalive #hatattack #hattherapy
#intentionalcreativity #lizzdaniels

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Hats in a Pandemic #55

Lost at Sea

I made this hat at the beginning of the pandemic when all the distraction stuff about toilet rolls and panic buying took over social media. The right opportunity never arose to post it and to be honest I thought it was rather silly.

Also, it never had a title until just recently. But today, it said ‘nows the time’, so here we go. Lost at Sea sums up the gullibility of the human mind, of how easy it is to be led astray and how easy it is to . forget.

Make of it what you will folks.

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Hats in a Pandemic #54

I’ve got the key, but where is the door.

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Hats in a Pandemic #53

Owning it.

There will come a time in the life of every white woman when she has the courage to say no to the prince and all that he stands for.

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Hats in a Pandemic #52

Burning with desire.

Time to create a better world. Our hearts must burn with desire to change what is, our minds must have a single will for this to happen The time is now.

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Break the Chains

Break the chains. If we don’t, who will?

See Hat 50.

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Hats in a Pandemic #51

Reminder! As weather conditions weirdly change from extreme hot to extreme cold it creates ideal conditions to catch the flu. We dont want that now do we? Make sure you keep your immune system strong. Eat garlic. I was packing Hat 7 away, having changed back into my winter underwear and thought a little reminder would not go amiss. Stay strong folks.

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After navigating a lot of strange hats they unexpectedly came to the edge of the table. It was all rather scary. What next?

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Hats in a Pandemic #50

Freedom for humanity.

Out of all 50 hats this is the only one I was asked to make and was given a title for. This led to a longer incubation period. It seemed fitting that this one should mark a completion of my journey through the pandemic.

It was a tricky one to engineer, I knew what I wanted but putting it together proved to be a marathon of a job. I also wanted it to be living so I had to wait for the mustard seed to grow.

It is a hat full of symbols.

The first part of the hat that came into being and is the basis of the whole idea was the hands of Buzz Lightyear (of ‘to infinity and beyond’)…breaking the chains that bind humanity.

Throughout the whole of hat making the roses are the only thing I have purchased new, I wanted something living and symbolically alive.

The whole idea is about cosmic consciousness and reaching out to the spiritual world, about us transforming.

We are being watched over by higher light beings represented by the nine angels attached to the brim of the hat. Love will pave the way for our freedom to shine forth.

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Start Up Sunday

Nothing like wearing a giant clog on your head to start up Sunday,

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Petal picking

Pot pourie in the making. Petals picked at the right time and left to dry.

It’s a twice daily ritual. It gives me so much pleasure doing the ’rounds’. The garden holds the secrets of the universe, I love what it shows me.

Some plants have to go. Room has to be made for the new shoots. They need to grow in the right place. Taming some species letting wild others. Creating a balance between wild and cultivated and different varieties.

Developing good roots, that’s very important and is a matter of life and death. The roots of the wild plants are much stronger than the cultivated ones. Each has its place. Yes, it all happens in the garden.

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None of them had ever seen a chicken before.

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Story nut

Nutkins listened to Grandpa’s stories with amazement.

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Not Hat #50

Captain Nut’s (hat 38) mum was worried about the hat maker.

“Hmmmm” she said, gently stroking her pet Nutkins. ‘She is having trouble with hat 50, is she? Difficult hat that. I believe it’s called Freedom for humanity, isn’t it? How can you make that into a hat?

“Poor woman she has been on the go for days now . How many days is it? What did you say? Nearly 60 with the face masks. Goodness. No wonder she is having a hard time with this one. When she will stop, poor love?

“I think she needs a sweet little pet like Nutkins, that would sort her out.”

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Hats in a Pandemic #49

The Second Wave.

Learning to surf the fear.

Some of these hats take time coming from the initial idea into fruition. This is one of them. It has been in my mind since the second wave was first talked of weeks ago, now it is on my head.

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Hats in a Pandemic #48

The Problem with Plastic.

Single use plastic disturbs me. Throwing it away doesn’t feel right, even though its supposedly recycled.

I have periods where I obsessively keep my plastic food containers, saving them for a time when I can use them creatively, and thus ease my guilt. I wish we didn’t have to use it and had other options.

Consequently, I have a large amount of single-use plastic that once held the food I purchased. Plastic needs to be phased out and replaced with something kinder. I wonder if I will see the end of plastic in my lifetime?

But back on a lighter note, Hat 48 was a fun hat to make. I have always made play costumes for my kids and grandkids and I got quite into this space-character. A mixing of chocolate box jedhi warriour and Mork and Mindy.

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Hats in a Pandemic #47

Look Who’s Been Lying Again!

It’s hat 23 again with additions. Also called “Am I just a puppet on a string?”

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Hats in a Pandemic #46

The Quantum Factor.

Because Mr. Mischief dropped in (two hats back) and provoked me, I started to see that rascal Dread hanging around on street corners.

Dr. Dread has quite openly, in full sight, been up to his tricks wheeling and dealing but it was easier to turn a blind eye to his nefarious ways.

Captain Nut, from the World Nut Rescue, (Hat 38) reminded me of the quantum factor that surrounds our every thought and how the universe is evolving and we are too.

Pineal Activation (hat 30) convinced me that we can create our own reality and that the possibility of change was in our hands.

Enlightened (hat 36) said it was all Maya anyway and that nothing really existed. Hope for the future (hat 4) was excited about there being more than three dimensions to reality and told me that worrying was a waste of time.

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Hats in a Pandemic #45

A Soft Touch

Out of all the hats I have made I think this one is really brilliant. I love everything about it. It was made it over three weeks ago and has been waiting for the right time to be displayed.

Some hats fall into place just like that. This was one of them. In the midst of world-lack, the 20-year-old rubber gloves were being thrown out and it felt like sacrilege. I grabbed them out the bin and at the same time remembered the old Chinese coolie hat hanging in the winter garden. In an instant I saw the hat’s design and accompanying costume and the name fell into my head.

A Soft Touch. It was like a light bulb lit up. All the different nuances that went with the name, everything fitted perfectly, right down to the little coronavirus at the very top which you can’t see.

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Hats in a Pandemic #44

Bird Woman

This hat draws your attention to the amount of birds killed on the main route from Dover to distribution centers all over the UK.

On this road there is a huge amount of heavy-duty traffic delivering and collecting consumer goods. These lorries kill a lot of birds. They create havoc with their tall sides and high speed.

Wasn’t it King Lear who once said ,

‘Gold is worse poison to a man’s soul, doing more murders in this loathsome world, than any mortal drug’.

William Shakespeare

All the feathers and skins you see here I have collected from the birds killed on this motorway. Often at great risk.

I honor the birds by giving them new life, their lives are respected, and their beauty is restored. It is a true art of transformation.

During this period Bird Woman came into being and rose to new heights, she is still part of me. ‘Honoring the birds’ became an end of year art school presentation, where amongst other things I used the feathers to make smudge fans.

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Hats in a Pandemic #43

King Lear.

‘I am old and foolish and understand it not. The art of our necessities is strange that can make vile things precious’.

William Shakespeare

Old King Lear rode by for a visit, puffed up his feathers and left.

More about the feathers tomorrow. They have their own story.

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Hats in a Pandemic #42

The Magic TV2 Hat / Forest Dancer

When the TV guys came to interview me they asked if I could make a hat. I quickly grabbed some stuff together and began to create one, not really knowing what I was doing.

My theme was pine cones as I had a lot of them. It was after they left that the real work began. The idea began to flow and it all fell into place.

As I use the natural materials I remember where I found them and this gives me a lot of sweet memories. The cones here are from France and Norway and the funny little nuts around the brim are from Hungary.


Hats in Pandemic #41

Singing for the chickens in captivity.

My chicken kept winking at me when I passed it. Then I remembered the chicken candleholder.

Making the chicken stay on my head required good engineering. But why was a chicken on my head, and what’s with the candle?

Then the thought about chickens in captivity came. As a member of Compassion In World Farming I am aware of the suffering farm animals undergo worldwide, and decided to use this hat to bring this to your attention .

Singing for the chickens in captivity is really singing for all captive animals everywhere. They need our love and kind thoughts.

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Hats in a Pandemic #40

Barking Up The Wrong Tree

40 days of hat making has got me thinking!

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Hats in a Pandemic #39

Something Exotic

That fern just begged me to put it on my head. How could I refuse?

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Hats in a Pandemic #38

Captain Nut.

Here to serve and save nuts world wide.

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Hats in a Pandemic #37

Don’t you go messin’ with Mizz Lizzy.

I’ll be darned if it ain’t Mizz Lizzy down from the ranch. What’s she doin’ back in town?

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Hats in a Pandemic #36


I must not let the hats and all the praising go to my head. I remind myself daily amidst all internal conflicts that it is my duty to shine.

Thank you for shining with me.

This could also be called gratitude.

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Hats in a Pandemic #35

Love Sushi.

Years of saving the little sauce fishes one used to get with sushi has finally paid off, their day has come.

If I was not so busy with the garden, I would have laboriously filled all the fishes with different colors, but necklace and earrings were enough. I mean I don’t want too get too obsessed with this hat malarkey. It could be dangerous.

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Hats in a Pandemic #34

I’ve got my eye on you.

These days when our personal freedom is being discussed there is much talk concerning surveillance. What does it mean ‘surveillance’?

My limited understanding of its use is through the crime series I watch and how the cctv cameras are always helpful in catching criminals. Looking into it I discovered this story which made me rather uneasy about how it can be used.

The incident takes place in china where surveillance is in total use. Every time we go through passport control, we undergo facial recognition, something incidentally that was not in place before 9/11. Some tech boys were working there.

One lad does not wait at the crossing, but jay walks across the road. Immediately he receives a telephone message that he has broken the law and receives a fine which is then automatically taken from his bank account.

Just like that.

It’s something very simple but personally I find very scary. Who knows where it can lead?

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Hats in a Pandemic #33

Anyone for a nice cup of tea?

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Hats in a Pandemic #32

Being Played

As my life moved on, it became more and more apparent I was part of a game.

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Hats in a Pandemic #31


There was no crock of gold at the end of the rainbow.

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Hats in a Pandemic #30

Pineal Activation

Finally, after a lot of focused effort, her pineal gland burst into flames. She was one step further into understanding the human potential and the infinite possibilities of the mind.

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Hats in a Pandemic #29

The Enchanting Spin Doctor.

The ugly bug ball was full of surprises. Maybe she should have stayed at home and cleaned the pots. But it was too late now.

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Hats in a Pandemic #28

The bonnet she wore to the ball.

Nothing could hold her back, her resilience was strong. With the help of her own imagination she dressed herself up and skipped off to the Ugly Bug Ball.

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Hats in a Pandemic #27

A piece of pink plastic

‘I’ve got a present for you’, he said excitedly, handing me a large wodge of grubby pink plastic used for wrapping hay bales in. ‘I found it by the side of the road, I am sure you can make something with it.’

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Hats in a Pandemic #26

Just another brick…

We don’t need no education
We don’t need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers leave them kids alone
Hey, teachers, leave them kids alone
All in all it’s just another brick in the wall
All in all you’re just another brick in the wall

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Hats in a Pandemic #25

Gardener’s Nightmare.

Undercover agent Dizzy Lizzy in disguise. Gardener’s Nightmare is a code name for an international operation. Don’t be deceived by those innocent looking flower pots…or those flowers..nothing is as it appears.

Finally, Esa Evans, that slug Hal gave me for Christmas some years ago has found a use!

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Hats in a Pandemic #24

Needle Therapy
After 24 days of the Hat Attack and all the associated over-inflated ego, exhibitionist syndrome, exposing myself to others, the worry of how long the attack would last, I got me a bit of needle therapy.
You can see I really needed this.
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Hats in a Pandemic #23

The Ultimate Lie Detector
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Hats in a Pandemic #22

Detective Daniels on the case.

By the time I was 14 I had read every Agatha Christie book available. There was something about being a detective that grabbed me, following threads, always looking at double bluffs and observing the least suspected. I used to love trail finding in the brownies and girl guides, along with anything that had clues and signs. Probably having to be on guard constantly at home with a psychopathic stepmother set me off at an early age looking for signs and checking out the radar.

Recently a post came up showing a photo of the royals, William and Kate showing their first baby just after the birth, Kate, poor thing had been dressed by her wardrobe manager in an exact replica of the dress worn by Mia Farrow in the film Rosemary’s Baby. It got me thinking about Ira Levin author of the book. I was a keen fan of Levin and read all his books in my late teens which included The Boys from Brazil, The Stepford wives and best of all This Perfect Day. They were all thrilling reads, but it was This perfect Day that really stayed in my mind.

This Perfect Day is a science fiction novel, about a technocratic dystopia. It’s full of twists and turns, plots and counterplots, and funnily enough is quite current with our present story today, relating to all the different stories we are hearing about what is going on in the world of corona.
Detective Daniels googled Levin just to see what his background was, and saw that he served in the Army signal corps from 1953 to 1955. So I checked out the Army signal corps and discovered ….

The United States Army Signal Corps (USASC) is a division of the Department of the Army that creates and manages communications and information systems for the command and control of combined arms forces. Over its history, it had the initial responsibility for portfolios and new technologies that were eventually transferred to other U.S. government entities. Such responsibilities included military intelligence, weather forecasting, and aviation.

It seems that Ira Levin had the same sort of job as Chelsea Manning and I found that interesting.

I’m documenting my response to Covid-19 in a series of hats for a pandemic. From my safe and comfortable perspective in a remote house in Norway, I see fear and turbulence being expressed by all kinds of people on the internets. I’m channelling what I see now and what I’ve struggled to make sense of in the past, with moments of crazy, joy, sunlight and spring time. Our heads are all over the place, so I made hats for that.

Self care in a lockdown

If you are in a physical position to watch the sunrise, I urge you to try and make the effort to do it. Being there as the sun first shows its glorious rays is quite magic.

It is food for the soul. Having a cup of hot water, strange as that might sound is also very comforting. It’s a small free action to start our day, one that we can do for ourselves.

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Hats in a Pandemic #21

Head in the Clouds
Getting my head above the clouds was no easy task.

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Hats in a Pandemic #20

Taking a Break
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Hats in a Pandemic #19

Hunting for truth, looking for traps
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Hats in a Pandemic #18

When in doubt eat fruit
Wishing you all a fruitful Sunday.
I am delighted that my submission for this book project got accepted. Nonprofit for a worthy cause helping the homeless during the pandemic.
Check out the crowd funder link maybe you want to buy a book.
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Hats in a Pandemic #17

Life certainly looked better through the 3D glasses.
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Hats in a Pandemic #16

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Hats in a Pandemic #15

Anything for a quiet life.
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Hats in a Pandemic #14

The Brain Train
This one had to be a video for obvious reasons.
I sent it to my grandson who is 14 (it was his train from long ago) and he said ‘I dont remember the train but it’s a scary video’.
I replied ‘ We are living in scary times’.
The idea of making it came in a flash, I had all the bits required, but getting that track to remain flat was quite an ordeal and no matter how hard I tried I could not take the video myself. Brain, train, drain, sane, were words that came up during its creation.
The hat incidentally was bought from China over 20 years ago.

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Hats in a Pandemic #13

Caught up in the net
The bird on top is a hat in itself. Made from an old covered butter tub .
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Hats in a Pandemic #12

Easter Bonnet
Happy Easter everyone wherever you are. May your day be fluffy and light.

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Hats in a Pandemic #10b

Earlier today I posted a nice little hat called The Garden Party. I was avoiding my feelings. I actually have a deep sense of Numbness in me today. So here we have hat 10b, which spontaneously presented itself.
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Hats in a Pandemic #11

The Garden Party
Reinventing plastic waste.
This is part of my collection of Easter bonnets, of which I have many. All the bases on which these hats are built upon, come from recycled plastic packaging. (yogurt pots etc). Plastic packing is a crime of our times and I find it difficult to throw it away.
Over the years I have tried to find ways of using it creatively, and confess now that I have a large blue Ikea bag filled with various sizes of plastic containers stacked inside one another according to their shape, waiting for such a time when they can have a new life.
My intention has always been to do a hat-making workshop and so I collect… and I collect … and I collect. My collecting obsession bothers me at times and then I must get a grip on myself and throw potential creativity in the plastic recycling.
Tricky decisions: I made this little hat especially for the King’s garden party a few years ago (I was not personally invited, just a sidekick), and got loads of lovely comments about it. The rebel in me loved that I was wearing a bit of transformed plastic on my head for such a royal occasion.
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Hats in a Pandemic #10

Plain & Simple
Good morning lovely people. Thank you for your kind words about my hats. Your enthusiasm has spurred me on. Today’s Hat no 10, Plain and Simple marks a bit of a breakthrough for me. It could also be called, What the Fuck, or Stepping over the line. The Thinking Caps project (or maybe it should be called the Provocative Pics Project) started off in a rebellious way. I really felt I didn’t have a voice when I made my first hat Subversive Granny, and it was a fun way to channel my frustration. Then the idea of using hats as a ‘tool’ took hold.
I have been a hat maker since the early 90’s and used to travel to festivals to sell them. I went to England France Spain and the Netherlands in my old green Renault Traffic van called Tommy, (named by Rosie). Rosie who was alive and laughing at that time was often with me and we had such fun, we did this together for about four years until that little love changed dimensions and left planet earth. I shared Rosie with her father who moved further and further away from where I lived, finally moving to Southern Spain, which was how the hat trade started up.
In the 80’s juggling and fire spinning became quite popular and a whole new genre of renegade circus performing acts sprang up everywhere. (Anyone remember the French circus group called Arkaos?) To accommodate this interest in juggling, trapeze, fire, clowning and other circus related skills, (no animals folks), Juggling and circus conventions began to become popular, especially in France. They were wonderful meeting places where not only could I improve my own juggling and clowning abilities, but they presented a great hat selling opportunity. It made all those long-haul journeys bearable and provide some sort of income that covered the costs of fuel. So, I made funny hats, individual crazy hats of all sizes, a hat for every head. I had a hat for everyone, and they went down well. I got to be known as The Hat Lady. Hats have been part of my life.
And here I am again. Making hats. This time making hats for me, using hats as a both a creative expression and a voice. What is arising as I make these artistic pieces is something I had not predicted; I am coming face to face with myself. This is both physically – I look in the mirror a lot, and mentally – I reflect on what I see.
For some years I really worked on clowning, attending courses here there and everywhere with some of the best mime and clown artist ever, and one thing all clowns must learn is that working with the clown demands that you look inside, it demands that you use your face as an expression. It turns out I have an elastic type of face and I can make the strangest expressions.
Imust admit over the years I have spent hours in front of mirrors making faces, faces that few people see, faces that NOBODY has seen. Some of them are quite scary and a lot are definitely not beautiful. This is where I am now, beginning to step over the line. The rebel in me is saying nothing to lose, don’t be scared, tomorrow maybe dead, what the fuck… I don’t know where this is all leading but something plain and simple has changed in me.
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Hats in a Pandemic #9

All Tied Up

What with one thing and another I got all tied up. Art piece no.9 is transforming all that male neck-knotting stuff in to something different.

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Hats in a Pandemic #8

Dicey Times

Thinking caps. Hat no 8. Dicey Times. This hat has a strong connection with hat 6.

It’s all between my ears. Where does my dice roll each day and who is throwing it?

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Hats in a Pandemic #7

The Garlic Eater

Eating garlic was one of her favourite pastimes. She loved it.

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Hats in a Pandemic #6

It’s All Between My Ears

My Thinking Caps are small ‘captures’ of how I relate to our current adversity and they arise out of a need to process the huge amount of information coming my way.

It’s easy to be confused and I find myself being led off track. Sometimes I need to refocus.

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Hats in a Pandemic #5

No Escape

As I paint, I ponder. My mind runs over all the books I have read, the films I have seen, the podcasts I have listened to the groups I have been involved with, the things I have been told the information I have been fed. I look at our current situation with non-attachment and see countless possibilities of what this is all about. Countless unknowns, so many books so many films, it’s quite phenomenal how the story rolls out. There are so many stories to tell, so many possible outcomes. Nothing is fixed.

To be sitting here in 2020 in self isolation in the midst of this so called highly contagious pandemic is something I have only ever engaged in fantasy with. Now its in real time. Its almost unbelievable. Not only did it happen just like that, but it happened everywhere. Who would have thought? Its always been a possibility but who would have thought our nice safe little worlds would be rocked so much.

I have been going on for years and years about our need to wake up, and have had many a conversation with ‘thinking out of the box’ friends about how waking up might occur globally. We often came to the conclusion that the only way for mass awakening would be for some such event like this to take place. But I didn’t honestly expect it would happen in my lifetime, although there was always the possibility that something would.

I see from social media that there is a huge amount of different information being posted by different groups and individuals. Blame is being put on different people and places and what might seem to many as crazy ideas, are being spread forth at a rate of knots, all having a dot that joins them up somewhere if one takes the time and effort to look.

Personally, I think blaming at this time, (and in these later days snitching on your neighbor) is counterproductive to the situation we are facing and only increases division concerning our own beliefs.We are all being pushed into fear zones to lesser or greater degrees, that might be hardly noticeable or totally overwhelming. This is happening on a daily basis for all of us. Our comfort zones are disintegrating rapidly.

Things I know about comfort zones

Some years ago, I remember coming into the front room where a friend and my partner were talking and laughing together, and I was literally knocked back by the force I felt. I knew that something just wasn’t right. I knew it right deep within, and although I was convinced by them otherwise, this later proved to be correct. My gut feeling was right.

Today (during the first week of March) as I came into the kitchen having come from my studio where I had been happily painting, far away from current affairs and worries, I was met by the newsreader on the radio whose wavelengths hit me with an unseen force.

I went from blissfully happy to full of fear in seconds. The newscaster’s fear-filled voice had an immediate effect which was followed by his doom-filled words. I must say I was shocked at my response in that instant.

What is all this news doing to me I wondered afterward? Have I become addicted in a way? Is it affecting my way of thinking? That was three weeks ago. Today I cannot listen to the continuous blah blah of information. I have to turn it off. It’s really getting to me.

If we are in this situation for another four weeks, I dread to think what the outcome might be. I see it is this continual bombardment of ‘news’ that is damaging my health, not the bloody virus.

(Written on 5 March)

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Hats in a Pandemic #4

Hope for the Future

Actually this hat was made by Lisbeth Finch and Morton for my birthday. It seemed a very fitting time to put it on.

Norway is so together in dealing with current problems. Every day on the radio new ideas come forth. It is such a forward thinking social democratic country. So organised.

The population is only six million which makes a difference in how the country operates but it’s still very innovative with its progressive ideas.

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Hats in a Pandemic #3

What’s Going On?

From the moment I was out on my sun rise balcony at 6.45 it felt different. Instead of just bird song there was noise from the town waking up and lots of traffic, lots of activity.

Everyone and his dog was heading to the local dump…and all the roads were full of cars. Supermarket car parks looked like they did before the crisis. It all looked very normal. What had changed?

Our restrictions on social distancing have been different from other places, what with the population being smaller and easier to control. We have to stay two meters apart. Norwegians like a bit of space in general.

I guess everyone is desperate to get rid of stuff they have been clearing out these past weeks. We went in to lockdown very early. It looked today as if everyone had the same thought. The amount of cars on the road was as in a normal day. Very strange.

It was quite sad in a way.

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Hats in a Pandemic #2

Dancing with Death

I am using creativity and humour to process my inner life. I purchased this very good mask, early in Februrary amidst the laughter of my friends and family.

I saw what was coming.

Thankfully I have not yet used it as I haven’t been ouf the house for over three weeks. I borrowed the hat from Skelly, our live-in skeleton that resides in the front room, (the man I live with studied medicine) so in a sense both the mask and the hat have a connection.

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Hats in a Pandemic #1

Subversive Granny

At school, we spent quite some time studying George Orwell’s 1984. He was a popular talking point in that era of the early 60’s. We had many debates and discussion about him and his work. I didn’t really fully understand it then, but of course such ideas became clearer over time.

These days it’s quite difficult to engage anyone in a decent conversation about what he wrote, and if one does bring it up one gets called all sorts of names.

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Hats in a Pandemic

I’m documenting my response to Covid-19 in a series of hats for a pandemic. From my safe and comfortable perspective in a remote house in Norway, I see fear and turbulence being expressed by all kinds of people on the internets. I’m channelling what I see now and what I’ve struggled to make sense of in the past, with moments of crazy, joy, sunlight and spring time. Our heads are all over the place, so I made hats for that.

Self care in a lockdown

If you are in a physical position to watch the sunrise, I urge you to try and make the effort to do it. Being there as the sun first shows its glorious rays is quite magic.

It is food for the soul. Having a cup of hot water, strange as that might sound is also very comforting. It’s a small free action to start our day, one that we can do for ourselves.

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New Life in the Garden

Winter is long. When spring arrives, bringing with it new life in the garden, I can feel my heart leap. It is a relief to know that under the snow, there is new growth and vigorous LIFE waiting for a new year. As a gardener all we have do is nurture it.

The piece that I’ve picked out for this post, is called New Life in the Garden. She’s meditating. And when I say meditating, I don’t mean sitting still with shut eyes and blanking out. This meditation is an act of working on yourself.

Taking time to be still and to dig deep into ourselves is a challenge. Just like gardening isn’t just about picking the pretty flowers, sometimes I have to put in the preparation and hard work – getting down into the roots with a shovel and digging.

There can be a lot of talk – especially in a long dark winter (I live in Norway, I know winter) – of looking for light. But it’s been my experience over the past six months that there’s be done in the shadows and this is where meditation gives me time to look beyond the distractions.

In a busy day or when I’m surrounded by people, it’s tempting / easy / inevitable that I’ll avoid thinking about why I’ve felt and even acted out on my negative feelings.

A friend of mine described it for herself as feeling passing moments of shame, guilt or and anger brushing it aside in order to get on with the day. She takes the opportunity in quieter moments to ponder on those feelings and ‘feel’ them through to the end in order to gain perspective or understanding of them. But as she admitted to herself – really going to work on herself would mean regularly meditating and reviewing those unresolved tricky feelings.

So when I mediate, I’m not just seeking calm. I’m allowing myself to follow my thoughts, feelings and memories. It’s a deep, exploratory mediation.

For me, this kind of mediation is really important for working through a lifetime of issues because there are changes I need to make. I’m not interested in Marie Kondo’ing a few cupboards – it’s the legacy of childhood and parenting that I want to resolve.

The painting – New Life in the Garden – has had other names. At one point I called it ‘Waking Up’, because when I’ve meditated deeply, I’ve emerged with a different understanding of myself. It’s a transformation – which even in small ways, can feel significant. And you know, there are good memories in this head of mine as well as the not so good.

It’s like in the garden – some plants can look pretty twiggy and sorry for themselves in the early days of spring. But with care and nurturing, there are leaves and blooms waiting – I know they are there. I’m not digging that plant out any time soon because she’s worth waiting for.

Note: There is no photo of me with New Life in the Garden. She’s been sold and is carrying her transformative ways to a new home in Norway.

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Mother and Child

My Mother and Child piece continues to be a work in progress. Even though I painted it a year ago I’m finding it to be a very therapeutic to work on. It’s relevant to my life now and how I’m working through feelings and experiences.

The child is wearing a cloak of feathers. Her mother is entwined in a cloak of tree branches – though sometimes I wonder if she isn’t a tree herself. Whatever… she is rooted. Grounded. Certain. There is no messing with this strong female presence.

I began this mother and child painting during an online course called Mother Earth and I can’t let it go.

It’s poignant that I have been reflecting on my experience of being an abandoned child, how we (I!) crave safety and the intense love a mother has for her child. The therapeutic meanings behind the image are relevant and personal to me.

Synchronicity plays games with me, I’ve also been briefly dipped into  the rich, lush colours and secret gardens of Marrakech, with my family. It’s  drawn me into adding and building on this image with golds, reds and turquoise.

I’ll post an update on this image as the work progresses.

EDIT: She’s changing…

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Homage to Bird Woman

2019 was a year that shook me…. I’m looking forward to 2020 and allowing the disparate parts of me to continue falling into place.
 Homage to Bird Woman is self portrait. It’s a reflection of who I am and what has led me to this place, feeding the birds and working through the layers of feeling and experience within.

Like me, Bird Woman is a work of many layers and many different faces. She has a past too; I work with old canvases, so just like me, she did not spring into life on a blank sheet of paper.

Homage to Bird Woman, by Lizz DanielsAn interesting aspect of working with recycled materials is that I’m compelled to accept the idiosyncrasies, faults and flaws of the base canvas. This frees me to bring an abandoned approach to working on the first layer. Accepting what has gone before and stepping forward with new layers is an exciting part of the process.

Through every step of this work, I’ve used flow art techniques to achieve results that surprise me. I’ve scrubbed out, painted over and removed layers in order to make space of spontaneous interventions to revitalise and renew the work.

The nature of flow moves me into a trance-like state where I allow thoughts to permeate and percolate on whether there are lessons in this process of acceptance and moving on for the way we live our lives. Life is certainly complicate and multi-layered as far as I’m concerned.

There are cutting-out techniques in Homage to Bird Woman, too. Cutting and snipping is a therapeutic aspect of my art. The gay abandonment of getting stuck into cutting and sticking can feel like a serious work out for my soul. Sticking and placing pieces generates a very good feeling for me. This is a flow art movement that creates a strong head/heart connection.

Homage to Bird Woman is a mixed media artwork, measuring 71cm x 99cm. Framed, 4,000kr.
Homage to Bird Woman is a mixed media artwork, measuring 71cm x 99cm. Framed, 4,000kr.

Another aspect of flow art and using a number of different materials is that I’ve allowing synchronicity to shape the direction of my Bird Woman. Not working to a fixed plan reflects the symbolic message that she carries.

Life, and this Homage, is all about layers, making mistakes and ultimately building towards a satisfying ending. I am always working with the flow process… my paintings are internal processes in themselves.

Next: Announcing details and venue of my next exhibition.