We were delighted to be invited on to The Forest School Podcast to talk all things Giants, Beasties, Environmental Activism, Folk Tradition, Community, Masks, Slugs and more…
Today marked the beginning of our giantmaking project with Leedstown School, as part of #ArtsLab. We were delighted to have Stephen Polglase with us, who shared his tale “The Last Giants” featuring Giants Wotholga and Tregonna from the nearby Godolphin and Tregonning Hill. Safe to say students in years 4, 5, and 6 enjoyed the …
by Amy Webb, The Lost Giants Mal is a lemon slug. And like many—if not all—slugs, Mal doesn’t have a voice. But like so many ancient woodland indicator species, Mal carries a deep, instinctive yearning to exist. A right to simply be and a right to be heard. Over the past few months, as Mal has grown, I’ve come …
The Corn Mother danced through the Oudolf Field, in gratitude for this years bountiful harvest… as the Gurt Wyrm rode the winds of seasons changing… and we sang and danced and danced and sang, thankful for all that the summer gave and united for a moment, to mark the turning of the year. Thank you …
Ruth on The Forest School Podcast
We were delighted to be invited on to The Forest School Podcast to talk all things Giants, Beasties, Environmental Activism, Folk Tradition, Community, Masks, Slugs and more…
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Arts Lab Begins!
Today marked the beginning of our giantmaking project with Leedstown School, as part of #ArtsLab. We were delighted to have Stephen Polglase with us, who shared his tale “The Last Giants” featuring Giants Wotholga and Tregonna from the nearby Godolphin and Tregonning Hill. Safe to say students in years 4, 5, and 6 enjoyed the …
AN ODE TO MAL
by Amy Webb, The Lost Giants Mal is a lemon slug. And like many—if not all—slugs, Mal doesn’t have a voice. But like so many ancient woodland indicator species, Mal carries a deep, instinctive yearning to exist. A right to simply be and a right to be heard. Over the past few months, as Mal has grown, I’ve come …
The Harvest Procession at Hauser and Wirth
The Corn Mother danced through the Oudolf Field, in gratitude for this years bountiful harvest… as the Gurt Wyrm rode the winds of seasons changing… and we sang and danced and danced and sang, thankful for all that the summer gave and united for a moment, to mark the turning of the year. Thank you …