Creative Communicator, Artist & Christ follower

A bit about me . . .


I’ve always had a passion for all things creative and artistic. At twelve I won the SC Johnson children’s art competition with a giant watercolour of our family garden, and later I was proud to have a runner-up painting hung in the Young Artist exhibition at The Mall Galleries in London.

I’ve continued my love for art on and off over many years while raising a family and living in six different countries, learning language and culture and doing charitable work. I continued to develop my creativity in a variety of forms and mediums, including acrylics, pastels, watercolour and mixed media, selling my work mostly online and as commissions.

My art took a more serious turn as an adult on arriving in Wales some years ago, when traumatic events led me to discover Wales as an embracing, mystical and magical place for the creative soul and a haven of like-minded creatives and alternative thinkers. Long walks in nature inspired my eye for small details, and I developed a love for painting on natural materials as well as canvas. I use mostly acrylics and my subjects continue to be nature-related, animals, flowers, birds, landscapes real and imaginary, and a mix of realistic, naïve and whimsical that has become part of my unique style. I discovered the joy of using Welsh slate as a canvas for creating magical places that reflect the fauna and flora of Wales, and developed a love for creating naïve art sculptures. I sell locally, on Folksy, and as commissions both nationally and internationally.

I’m also a keen gardener and dog lover. For me, art and nature are intrinsically entwined. My garden, leafy lanes, rolling hills, magical woodlands, and beaches and coastlines of Wales are my inspiration. Whether it’s a butterfly momentarily alighted on a flower or a fabulous view, I absorb it all and allow it to influence my art.

Michelle x

 

Some Poetry

Noble Tree

The wind inspires your wave for our attention, noble tree,
stood long among us serving us, deep-rooted and yet free,
shade from sun, shelter from rain, you cleanse our air with leafy breath,
enhancing all our views on life, still standing at our death.

The carpet grass cannot surpass your simple majesty,
though lain before us beckons us as royalty to tread,
but soft and green it welcomes all, each age and stage and walk of life;
where kings may pose are feet of playing little ones instead.

You together, grass and tree, compose a painter’s dream,
a child’s playground, lovers’ walk, musicians melody.
Your simple nature lacks the coarse complexities of clever man,
we need your tender touch, your constancy, your strength to stand.

Instead, we’ve wielded wounding swords of our authority
and felled our friends!  What fools!  Where will it end?

Roads.  Walls.  Technology.

empty

© Michelle J. Simpson

Pug

I have to admit I was rather surprised
at the wrinkly features
of such a strange creature,
a pathetic picture
sat there on the rug.

But because you were mine
I just knew given time,
though your squashed nose would always be far from sublime,
that behind the flap-ears
and the runny-eyed tears
I’d find something endearing
in your ugly mug.

Now you tug at my heart
and it’s hard to impart
how your soppy face conjures up love with such art,
so that all the deplorables
now quite adorable,
ridiculous, laughable,
loveable Pug!

© Michelle J. Simpson

The Cat

Smug, you sprawl with sleek satisfaction
Your eyes slits of yellow indignation
At my interruption.

Slowly, you unfurl the sharp suggestion
Of a warning…
Then all soft and fawning curl yourself
And shut your eyes.

But I’m not fooled by your sleepy disguise,
I’m wise to all your charming wiles,
I see you peeping at me from your comfy lair…

Yes, cat, I do care…
That’s my chair!

© Michelle J. Simpson