An Mor

Hello,

The 1st May pairs with Beltane, and – for me – the annual rewatch of the classic film, The Wicker Man. The old fire festival celebrates the sun’s cycle as it strengthens towards its peak and the land’s fertility. Creatively, for me this is a good time to maximise my output and show it to others. 

The ‘Obby ‘Oss

The Cornish town of Padstow enthusiastically celebrates May Day with the ‘Obby ‘Oss (Hobby Horse), which does resembles a scene from The Wicker Man. Two factions, the Red (old) ‘Oss and the Blue (new) ‘Oss parade through the town. Each group has a male dancer dressed in a mask and long black cape to represent the ‘Oss who is cajoled through the parade by a person known as the Teaser. The ‘Oss then tries to catch young maidens in the crowd underneath his cape. 

The red ‘Obby ‘Oss

Is it a remnant of an ancient traditional festival? It’s hard to say. The earliest mention of Padstow’s ‘Obby ‘Oss is 1803. But May Day celebrations go back even further. So who is to say this is an older tradition which has been resurrected? The Hobby Horse is found historically in many areas of the UK. The Welsh Mari Lwyd (Grey Mare) is one such memorable character who goes wassailing with his mates around Christmas and New Year. They will knock on a household's door, demanding entry through song, for which they will be denied (also through song). Both parties would carry on until the household relented and let them in for food and drink. 

More locally, there is Penglaz (Grey Head), who usually makes an appearance around midsummer in Penzance as part of the Golowan festival. 

Thankfully, no people or animals are harmed in the partaking of these festivals (unlike poor Police Sergeant Neil Howie). 

Colours of Spring

My art is currently on display in a group exhibition “Colours of Spring” at the Goat Gallery in Hayle. It is running until the 10th May. You will find more info on my Events page

The Golden Hour 2020

An Mor / The Sea

I’ve lived by the sea my entire life. The thought of not being in walking distance from it does prickle my insides a little. It is a sensory comfort, especially the sound. 

My recent piece of art tries to encapsulate it. 

Mor Teg / Beautiful Sea 2025

I have found getting back into my art deeply rewarding. Not in a monetary sense (I have sold one painting - yay) but the enjoyment and health benefits I get from the process. I’m a keen walker, and I have recently started taking a sketchbook along so I can pause and make quick drawings. It’s a nice way to soak up the scenery. I do recommend it, even if you don’t draw. I often fluff up the perspective, but I enjoyed taking the time out to draw, which is the main thing. 

Entering the slush pile

I am in the process of querying my most recent manuscript. Fingers and everything else crossed. Meanwhile, I’ve revived an old fantasy trilogy I started and hope to make good. Other story ideas flicker. I have a great premise for one, but too many fun options for which to take it. Sometimes the hardest part is deciding which path to choose. 

Currently Reading: Local history books I borrowed from my neighbour and really must return soon. 

I wish you all well and happy creative endeavours. 

Love Emma