Countdown To Song Of Sahel Art Auction!

The Music has been Launched!  HERE also! The Web-Site has been constructed ready for the event. The radio broadcast is planned. And the anthology is ready to be uploaded. This sounds like, Camera! Action! Lights!  Doesn’t it? Or is it, lights, camera! action? Whichever! The stage is set; we await the players.

This event has been months of work in the planning. From the first instance, when Doug went to Africa to join in with the rescue operation in Niger, I have been busy pulling together the various branches, strands, poets, authors and artists wishing to participate in this grand event.

The brief was: “Those who have; Those who have not” I asked people to express how they felt about the situation occurring in parts of the world where our human family are deprived of so much that many of us take for granted.

I have been featuring some of those who have participated, and this time, I want to say something about the wonderful artists who have donated paintings for an on-line auction that we will be hosting next Sunday 16th.

Cher Duncombe is donating Unrelenting, a wonderful fiery mix of earthy browns and yellows. I have actually seen earth such as this in the Rift Valley in Kenya.

Many geologists think the Rift Valley is where human life began; where the earth is literally pulling apart leaving stretchmarks across the landscape.

I hope Cher doesn’t mind that I am referring her painting to a specific place in Kenya. The painting reminds me so much of the dry, split, scorched, red earth to be found in that part of the world. Cher’s painting is full of life, literally teeming with colour and vibrancy. In it, I see forests, earth and sky. Moving in and out of Cher’s painting, the spirit of our ancestors still eke an existence, still struggle to tame the effects of burning ground.  This  painting is marvelous in depth and suggestion.

The painting will be shipped to the lucky, highest bidder by Cher herself. Funds will go to SOS Sahel.

The auction will be hosted on the web-site and on Facebook. More information about the painting can be seen on the web-site.

In contrast to Cher’s painting, Tahira Lubrano is donating a voluptuous Goddess of Nature.

Tahira’s Goddess dances with earth, air and water.

Perhaps a goddess such as this can do something to soften the effects of the Sahelian sun.

She is of gorgeous flow and graceful lines. She is fecund, one with nature. This Goddess fills us with hope of plenty for those in need.

This exquisite painting will also be auctioned on 16th September.

More beautiful art coming soon.

 

 

 

 

Participating Bloggers!

The Secret Keeper

DiAnne’s Place http://ebbiesplace.blogspot.co.uk/2012/08/song-of-sahel.html?spref=fb

Susie Bertie  http://sooziebird.blogspot.com

http://patriciasands.wordpress.com

Shirani Rajapakse http://shiranirajapakse.wordpress.com/2012/08/05/a-gift-for-life-join-me-in-the-song-of-sahel/

Claudio Fiore http://claudfiore.blogspot.com/

Tonia Harris http://passionfind.wordpress.com

Dee Ann Townes http://deannative.posterous.com

http://feetfirstbook.wordpress.com/2012/08/08/from-my-window-the-song-of-sahel-sos/

http://vampiremaman.wordpress.com/2012/08/08/those-who-dream-those-who-do-not/

Tony Mutton AKA DarKasean http://darkarsean.wordpress.com/2012/08/06/1216/

Patricia Sands http://patriciasands.wordpress.com/2012/08/28/2291/#comment-2211

Marta Pelrine-Bacon: http://mapelba.wordpress.com/2012/08/31/plum-friday-self-sabotage-and-support-systems/

Joss Landry: http://josslandry.com/385/

http://www.shevata-cccole.blogspot.co.uk/ C.c.Cole

This Kid Reviews Books: http://thiskidreviewsbooks.com

About Dr Niamh

When I was a little girl (a very, very long time ago), I used to love learning new, really big words like ‘discombobulate’. As I grew, my love of words grew too, until I loved them so much, I could not stop writing them down. One day, as I was scribbling a particular word, a very peculiar thing happened. The word shouted at me, “Stop! Don’t put me there!” As you can imagine, I was shocked and nearly fell off my chair. When I recovered somewhat, I said to the word, “Could you stop shouting, please? I am not used to it.” Can you guess what happened next? No! I thought not. The word said, “I might be small, but I will misbehave if you do not use me properly. I will not tell the story you would like me to tell. I will say something entirely different!” I dropped my pen. I hoped that by dropping my pen, the word would stop talking. Alas! It did not. It carried on chitterchobbling, even after the ink had dried. I was in a pickle. I could not allow my words to run away with my story, now could I? I don’t know about you, but when this sort of thing happens, there is only one thing left to do if you prefer not to spend your time arguing. “Very well,” said I. “I will do as you ask if you will just be quiet and allow me to concentrate.” Since that day, I have been paying special attention to every word I invite into my stories. After all, a story should say exactly what it means to say and not be led astray. With love from Dr. Niamh, Ph.D in Learning Through The Imagination and Founder of Dr Niamh Children's Books. www.drniamhchildrensbooks.com

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