Update on the Song of Sahel auction with Cher Duncombe, Claudio Fiore, Tahira Lubrano, Betty Dravis, Maria Terrana, Marta Pelrine Bacon, Janice Kelly, Susie Bertie, Tom Cloverfield,

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I blogged about the colour, depth and suggestion of Cher Duncombe’s work with its inherent raw passion and textures reminiscent of earth scorched and cracked by the blistering sun. Her painting has been sent across an ocean to the lucky bidder Claudio Fiore! It will hang in his new music studio…And I will get to see it often. Cher is such a talent. I will be featuring more of her art on the Plum Tree Books web-site! And you can find her there.

I mentioned the fecundity, joy, and sheer abandonment of Tahira Lubrano’s Goddess of Nature to whom we pray to bless those in Sahel. The lucky lady who bid for this is none other than Betty Dravis. Now for those of you who don’t know Betty Dravis…and let’s face it, who doesn’t know Betty?…this picture probably embodies Betty’s spirit. Betty is an inspiration to so many of us…

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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.drniamh.co.uk

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