Gill Stewart Art

01/10/2025

The seas may roar. The mountains may crumble…but there is a still small voice that speaks deep within.
A voice of quiet, of power, and ageless. The ancient of days.
The voice of stillness…

October 1st …The season where anything is possible .
I wish you a month full of new possibilities, new depths to plummet. New discoveries to be made.
Embrace the season🍂

With love,
Gill 🤍🕊️

28/09/2025

22/09/2025

The settling month of September…

The days starting to gently fade, dusk falling earlier with the passing of each day.
Midnight blue skies with sparkling stars flung to the heavenly realms beyond as I raise my eyes to look out through the garden door as I write to you. The fire crackling, and candles flickering with the gentle breeze as I open the door to stare at all the wonders above.
The scent of Autumn drifts in the air…

The garden turning its thoughts to sleep.
Hydrangeas echoing the colours of the season tinged with crispy rust edges around a patchwork of crushed velvet pinks and soft apple greens.
The last apples picked…preserved and spiced.
Cashmere socks and Wooly knits are once again our friend of the season as winds blow a little colder welcoming us to ‘coorie ‘ in by the fire, books gathered as the squirrels gather nuts for the colder months to come .

A time of settling…in anticipation of the gift that the quieter months to come bring.

07/09/2025

Weekend whimsy…little patchwork pieces inspired by the changing of the seasons.
A playful approach for little gifts or a wee something for yourself.

10 x10 cms
Acrylic on board.
Should I frame them or simply sit on a small easel as a gift ?

DM with any thoughts or enquiries.

Hope you have all had a wonderful weekend.

With love,
Gill 🤍🕊️

04/09/2025

The beginning of September…

Each September always holds special memories for me. I hadn’t quite realised it, but on quiet reflection, I realise it is so.

I included this image in a reel earlier in the week.
Today, I thought I want to include it on my grid, because it epitomises my entire reason and connection to living here.
It captures the essence and stirrings of my heart .
The deep swirls and movement of sea and emotion…stillness and peace…

03/09/2025

The little corner by the garden door…early evening, early Autumn light.

The garden window, a neighbour to the garden door, has brought me so much pleasure this Summer.

Two Geraniums and one Pelargonium have kept each other company.
All supporting one another.
Companion planting .
Sometimes they flower together. But mostly one has its moment to shine.
They have interchanged all through Summer, and I have to say have filled me with smiles, as they share and support.

Good friends are like this.

Plants can’t lie nor pretend.
They are what they are.
I have loved them all my life for the transparent darlings they are.
Whatever their mood .

This Geranium in the little corner by the garden door has come in from the Greenhouse for her moment of glory.
The time is drawing nigh to bring in all the mossy pots filled with Summer memories to rest over Winter until they shine again .
Just like us.
As we prepare for the months ahead .
The glories set before us.
Hold tight to the days as they gently fade into the magic of new beginnings tucked up in Autumn and Winter.

01/09/2025

September 1st…the beginning of the months of permission to be.

A time I cherish each year.
Bowls and plates will be filled with new treasured finds gathered.
Chestnuts, sea glass and tumbled pebbles from the shore.
Pockets with shells from many seasons. The tiny’s seem to burrow and stay.

Seedheads and shacks…bleached fields, the palest golds , ripples of variance’s. Umbers and Siennas created by shadows and shimmers as the wind blows through or the soft breezes gently rustle.
A seamless space between sky and land. A ballet to the heavens
The stage changing as the vibrancy of Summer begins to fade .
Up on the hills away from village and town life where the last of late Summer colours still sing their song.
The hills in the shadowlands prepare the veils to be worn as the season gently changes to the onset of Autumn and understory of a Winter to follow