Colour and Quill celebrates the creative edge in life, whether practical, whimsical or purely aesthetic, through imaginative changes to everyday situations.
It is about living the creative life, specifically through visual arts and creative writing, in all its varied forms. It is about claiming a creative space and wrapping it around your life like a quilt of love.
Do you need a painting to brighten your wall? Or do you want the whole wall to be a painting?
Do you want a three-page article for your magazine? Or a three-line haiku for your loved one? Or a book to enrich your life?
Contact Colour and Quill at email@example.com and let's get creative!
* Follow the June/July 40-day poem challenge on my Facebook page
* Another mural - cats and things.
* A new venture - doing pet portraits in acrylic on canvas.
* Resensie van Waar die oog van stil word op die Nederlandse webwerf Meander.
* Listen to a reading of my poetry! Luister na 'n voorlesing van my gedigte uit Waar die oog van stil word deur Daniel Hugo op Vers en Klank (1 November 2016).
Blown away by beauty
Imagine, as an adjunct to your five or six senses, a symbiotic ability of your neurological and electromagnetic systems, an extra sense located perhaps in the pit of your stomach. Read more
Look, art is difficult. I am not by any means the first or the only one to say it and I won’t be the last. Whenever I hear or see this mentioned, I want to nod my head like a woodpecker on high speed. Read more
An evening to remember
I went for a walk along the lake and it was gloriously magnificent and splendiferous! And because I have so many dear friends with whom I would have liked to share the walk but probably never will, I tried to write it all down for them. Read more
Some writing prompts for the new year
Instead of boring you with a list of books read in 2017, I’ll take a leaf out of the book of the Writers Write Book Reading Challenge 2018 and give it a little tweak. So here is a little writing prompt... Read more
Burdened with books (and art and other stuff)
Every time I have to move house or, disgusted by all the earthly ‘stuff’ we have gathered, once again contemplate moving to a small cabin in the woods, I am brought to a halt by the burden of books. Read more