Gill Stewart Art

Name: Gill Stewart Art
Address: Lochgilphead, GB
Telephone: +447493514261
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09/11/2024

Just a ‘wee hoose’ to set in the hill, and I’m done.

Days of milky skies and misty shores .
Tumbled seaweed and beach patterns drawn with tiny shards of ancient sea coal.
The ebb and flow drawing chevrons , swirls and soft sea sprays of coal dust.
Time and tide waiteth for no man…these works only in existence for a glimpse of time., before the shore is set clean again . The blank canvas of nature awaits.

I have walked this shore for 47 years . I first came aged 19 in search of truth and beauty. My soul needed healing…
Mull has been medicine ever since.
I have known it through all stages of life. The joys, the sorrows, the wonderments of life.
Still, as I set my first footprint on these silver white sands of seashell it’s like my first encounter. The awe and wonder never fades…

06/11/2024

Nothingness….where you find everything

05/11/2024

The quiet moments …

Mull- November- 2024

The moody days along with all the other surprises is why I return each year…47 years on

04/11/2024

A place which has been a constant in my life since teens.
It has seen me through many ups and downs m.
The disappointments of life along with the joys and sorrows.
Each being important in the weaving of character, and ultimately patience and hope.

Here I am in ‘my happy place’ as they say nowadays.
Fitting too that I am wearing stripes … I have loved stripes , checks and dots for as long as I can remember.
Every shade of blue being a favourite too.

Hope you all have a blessed week .
Gill 🤍🕊️

30/10/2024

In the Lee…Sèonaid’s cottage.

A painting relating to a book I am writing. Whether it is ever finished, I do not know.
My Gaelic birth name entitles the painting.
The book…A life never lived.
From abandonment in the late fifties to adoption into a new life… currents converging over a lifetime of understanding…

A body of work aside from my usual work at this time.
Mull will be explorative in everyday painting.
This series of paintings will be explored in early morning hours before daybreak, a personal journey…
Mull being the convergent waters. A place of heritage. A place drawn to by forces we do not fully understand…

28/10/2024

These last weeks I have gone out every day to walk for two hours, sometimes three.
I have immersed myself in the fading landscape as Autumn sings her song.
The joy of the season, the salt marshes teeming with wildlife, the hills beyond and the woodlands whispering to the deep dark wood of my soul.
A moment of oneness. Of knowing.
A deep understanding of the centuries, embracing the spirit of land and sea.

These experiences have crept into the fibre of my being like the tide gently coming in until only water is to be seen from the wet toes of my boots. A liminal space…
My painting table ebbs and flows with the colours that have crept into my being.
No paint straight from the paint tubes, but each colour mixed by my hand as I let what is within flow on to canvas or board.

A misty rainy day, all leaves have fallen from the old Elm at the bottom of the garden.
My painting table ebbs table calls…

Have a wonderful week everyone
With love,
Gill 🤎🍂✨

27/10/2024

Sunday, October 27th…

The clocks have gone back , heralding the journey into the deep sleep of Winter.
The garden still with a subtle patchwork of colour sewn together with the buff tones of a season fading.

My Tulip bulbs have arrived. I thought I would embrace a circus this coming Spring . So all the clowns have arrived.
A planting job for this week before our painting retreat.
No Fritillaries this year because the mice ate every last one last year.
Strangely there are a couple of pots that keep coming. Hope they do again.

The last week in October. The last Sunday in the cottage until mid November.
By that time the darkness will be gently drawing its curtain.
This Sunday will be the last of the year in this light. The gentle routines of Winter will be slipped on like a pair of comfy slippers on our homecoming.

Today, I will celebrate the light and atmosphere by immersing myself in painting . My palette has all the tones of this photograph from an earlier walk. First, a walk along the Crinan canal looking west and out to the Hebridean Islands . One of which we take a giants step over to this Friday.
Sunday next week we will be there. I wonder what will be on the painting table.

Have a peaceful Sunday.
With love,
Gill 🍂🤎✨

26/10/2024

Reflections…
The season of quiet reflection.
Nature echoes the deeper thoughts of ourselves .
We begin to look back on our year. It will hold both moments of darkness and of light.
The darkness is nothing to be afraid of.
The truth is in its shadows it offers opportunity for growth. Just as a Snowdrop pushes forth through the dark soil heralding hope, so can we.
The darkness is welcome because out of it light will spring forth…

As the long dark days of Winter approaches, coorie in and let it be your teacher.

26/10/2024

This picture epitomises my favourite things about Autumn.

The days grow shorter . The fading light of Evensong sings a harmony in the soul.
The day quiets…there is a hush.
Except by the call of a bird filling the gentle silence for a moment
The haunting sound of the Curlew before nesting.
The laughter of the ducks have enjoyed their day.
No longer the Sapphire hour of the Summer, an inky shift settles.
Chimney’s gently smoke as a match is put to the fire.
Lamps turned on and candles lit.Sending forth a message of warmth to the passer by.
All is right with the world. Yet we know it is not.
Many would welcome a little home like this right now now. Any home indeed.
We all need a roof to call our own.
A place of safety and security from the vagaries of a damaged and broken world. Yet, there is still hope …the light will always shine, just as from this little window of welcome as I passed by last evening. 🤎🍂🧡

Autumn continues in all her glory offering hope . Her season will come again. She worries not that this season passes , knowing this is her time and that there will be another.
To warm the hearts of those who embrace her.

24/10/2024

Where else would I want to be but in the heartland of Argyll…this is home.

As the crow flies the land of my blood lies only 52miles on the island of Mull.
I see its beautiful peaks each day as I walk.
The blood of the Macleans is mixed with Irish and Scots. One doesn’t exist without the other.

This time next week our bags will be packed and we will be heading for the ferry on Friday, November Ist
Already I am packing bags for our annual soujorn.
Boxes for food, wine and spices. A cool bag for cheeses and Venison off the hill .
Boxes filled with art material and it goes on…
Our small car will be heavy laden as we embark on our journey .
Filled with all good things which I hope will return lighter but enriched with art work spoken from the land and sea.
Perhaps too, the odd purchase from fellow artists .

We will have eaten like Kings and explored as Highlanders.
Many walks on the list.
I wonder what is in store for us.

This Autumn afternoon was graced with the Masters hand in sweeping form of the glories this season gifts is.

With love,
Gill 🤎🍂🕊️

20/10/2024

Homecoming…

A little lobster fishing boat sailing home in early moonlight to moor before the storm.

A boat filled with all good things…
A day at sea.
Creels full for sale and table.

The fisherman’s cottage glows with a warming welcome of a ships lamp in its window.
A gentle guide home along the rugged rocky path from the shore to the cottage door.
A garb of cheerful colours shed and hung on the trusty old hook. Yellow gum boots tucked underneath. Sou’wester tossed on an old pew .

The old range is rekindled ready to cook a lobster.
A single candle in an old brass candlestick lit.
A setting for one on the old scrubbed table.
Supper cooked, the cottage warmed; the old fisherman draws close to the table.
He looks around with a gentle smile at a table once full of sharings , laughter, conviviality, just as they were all still there.
But no one is there …simply the elusive veil of memories.
A deep smile on the old fisherman’s face as he raises a glass and takes the first bite of the work of his hands.

20/10/2024

Storm Ashley is gently blowing this morning. Winds of up to 90mph are expected during the day. The storm blowing out around 9.00pm tonight.

In preparation for gusting winds we have gathered up garden chairs and anything else which may be whipped up in the greedy hands of the wind currents, and carried afar off before being dashed and broken.
The thrill of the flight gone. Death ensued.

All geraniums now tucked up in the greenhouse, which I pray survives.
Parasol tucked in there too, lest Mary Poppins fancies a new colour for her umbrella collection.

The crows bravely took flight this morning being tossed to and fro.
They were clearly having fun as they looped and whooped together creating a dance not as elegant as the murmurations of the Starlings, a little more clumsy, but filled with fun nonetheless.
As for us no walks along the along the shore or canal today .
Candles, a fire and a book. Frenchmen’s Creek or Madeline Buntings Love of Country? 🤔
I think I will keep Love of Country for Mull reading.
A storm today requires pirate reading me thinks…

Keep safe if you are in the storm zone.
Have a gentle and joyous Sunday my friends 🤎🍂

18/10/2024

A sense of place…

Works in progress inspired by my daily walks immersed in the place I love,and is home.
A little more to add tomorrow before they tell their final stories.

As I walked today in wind and rain, the colours were alive . My spirit swam in the rivers of gold,the blowing grasses like the winnowing fields of gold.
As I lifted my eyes I was awe inspired by looming leaden skies and liquorice strips of water in the distance.
At times the great Moss ( the largest raised peat bog in the Uk. An ancient place) was like the finest woven threads of a garment fit for a King .

I basked in the glory of heaven on earth .
The veil was thin…
My contentment deep as I considered one day I will step by tiptoe through the veil to a magical forever land where the ‘construction of its wall of jasper, and the city was pure gold, like clear glass’
No shadows live in such a place, only light .
‘A seat of purple,its interior paved with love ‘

The quieter path…

Have a blessed weekend.
Gill 🍂🤎🕊️

17/10/2024

Soul and spirit is infused the ambient light that falls before the eye.
The inner life flooded with beauty and rest as it gently sinks into the layers of comfort nature offers. Like a bed of fine linens and wools . A place to be lost and to dream.
To be restored and enlivened…

The quieter path…
Taking time to notice. Taking time to feel each internal cord of music as one becomes one…

12/10/2024

For a short time at this time of the year the evening sun creates a soft light often with reflections. It is a time I love.
Somehow, it evokes a thoughtfulness.
It is short lived, because when the clocks go back these moments are lost.
Therefore all the more reason to treasure now.

This is my little Winter corner for painting small works .
I am close enough to the garden door to be able to glance outside, taking a moment to watch the birds.
In Winter I bring the bird table so closer to the house. It’s getting close to that time.

Have a wonderful weekend.
With love,
Gill 🍂🤎

11/10/2024

There are moments in our life that have a timeless quality.
We could be in any age, any time, anywhere.
It could be a scene before our eyes. It could be a meeting with comparative strangers, and yet, they are not.
The human eye, the human spirit doesn’t really change. It is as ancient as the ancient of days.

There are certain things that evoke connection, whether in the seeing, or relationships there is no eddy .

I take time each day to walk to Crinan, spending time writing at .
On this day, the way the light fell, the old Vic 32 had such an elusive quality. In a glance it could easily have been swept away in the blink of an eye, left wondering if ever it was seen.

Since writing here on Instagram, some people write to me saying they would like to visit.
A deep privilege and a joy. And something that always surprises me.
These moments of gathering are fleeting. Afterwards I often have to pinch myself to see if it was real.
Beautiful people float in, a time of conviviality, deeper friendships being formed, and gone. As if into the night…
On leaving the feeling is like saying farewell to a lifelong friend.
A strange and elusive business. Beautiful in all its ways.
Writers and artists have passed through the little cottage here on the west coast of Scotland these last months.
Our life has been deeply enhanced.
I rather think of our cottage like the pirate boat I was so deeply enchanted with recently.
In fact I have ordered festoon lights for the garden to create a rigging in the shape of the old boat for the cold Winter months.
George thinks I am mad, but it will bring me great pleasure, stirring my imagination into further writings.

10/10/2024

A little farewell painting for Jamie of
Coffee wasn’t quite the same this morning. We missed Jamie’s chat and smiling face. We definitely missed his bacon roll. That will have to wait until next Spring when he may return for a short time again.

Crinan was filled with sunny skies and golden light. Warm enough to sit outside after a very frosty start to the morning.
I love Autumn days like. A sharp frost then warm sunny day .
Days where you can still sit in the garden to read or paint. Potter around finishing these little Autumn jobs which are always so satisfying.
Sitting in the sun choosing bulbs for next Spring .
Making lists of what to grow next year.

Last evening, as we gathered round the fire , the sun finally set, my mind drifted to warm Winter evenings .
We ordered our Winter supply of candles, which made me very happy.

08/10/2024

As the season gently shifts, the hints of late Summer long gone.
Rhythms and patterns change as we embrace this season of gentle rest.

Scotland along with Scandinavia adopt their time of ‘Coorie’ or ‘ Hygge’
The Winter months in the North are long, cold and dark.
Homes are created to kindle fires and warmth that brings a fire to the soul lifting the spirit to receive the gifts of the season.
Just as the time has come for boats to be moored and bedded so it is for us.
If this season in the year is worn as you would a wooly jumper and cosy socks. Comfort we welcome, this season of quiet retreat offers the same, I believe.
Hot nourishing drinks gently sipped.
Lotions and potions glistening like jewels on the kitchen shelf, made from the Autumn hedgerows to ward off winter colds.
A favourite rug, a candle to be lit before daybreak. A pile of specially selected books for Winter reading.
A favourite for me is to write a list of new recipes to try. Something warming to return to after an afternoon walk just as dusk begins to fall.

I wish you all a time of happy Coorie 🍂🕊️🌨️

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