<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6691372595354530194</id><updated>2011-10-16T10:42:20.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teresa Mills ARBS</title><subtitle type='html'>Teresa Mills Artist</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Teresa Mills ARBS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01342290544687386485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TRmxNOLbwUI/AAAAAAAAAik/aMX2uj7lV_c/S220/P1010356%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6691372595354530194.post-5935206414133729773</id><published>2011-07-21T06:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T10:42:20.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and Red Roses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fH_RVbw0lc8/TigtPyJB9pI/AAAAAAAAAjo/q-MwACK1uXQ/s1600/P1010391%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fH_RVbw0lc8/TigtPyJB9pI/AAAAAAAAAjo/q-MwACK1uXQ/s200/P1010391%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631801083207743122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you try and impress me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you do impress me with your kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strong way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always ahead of me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you comb through your hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;running gel through it after moments of passion,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the glimmers of softness that come through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like shooting stars through the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the strong way you control everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the way you come back again and again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the perfect backbone of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give to you intimately,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart, my body and my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legs entwined as lovers do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your tough exterior shows in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;short displays the softness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that comes with love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those short glimmers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that sustain my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6691372595354530194-5935206414133729773?l=teresamills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/feeds/5935206414133729773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6691372595354530194&amp;postID=5935206414133729773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/5935206414133729773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/5935206414133729773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/2011/07/love-and-red-roses.html' title='Love and Red Roses'/><author><name>Teresa Mills ARBS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01342290544687386485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TRmxNOLbwUI/AAAAAAAAAik/aMX2uj7lV_c/S220/P1010356%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fH_RVbw0lc8/TigtPyJB9pI/AAAAAAAAAjo/q-MwACK1uXQ/s72-c/P1010391%2Bcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6691372595354530194.post-1859747147246714054</id><published>2011-04-07T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T06:47:03.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and Red Roses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pffbWz6OqNs/TZ3Xb3kP8eI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/iUUiQ9E6hvE/s1600/P1010365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pffbWz6OqNs/TZ3Xb3kP8eI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/iUUiQ9E6hvE/s200/P1010365.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592863186036453858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you try and impress me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you do impress me with your kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strong way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always ahead of me, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you comb through your hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;running gel through it after moments of passion, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the glimmers of softness that come through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like shooting stars through the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the strong way you control everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the way you come back again and again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the perfect backbone of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give to you intimately,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart, my body and my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legs entwined as lovers do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your tough exterior shows in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;short displays the softness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that comes with love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those short glimmers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that sustain my heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6691372595354530194-1859747147246714054?l=teresamills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/feeds/1859747147246714054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6691372595354530194&amp;postID=1859747147246714054' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/1859747147246714054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/1859747147246714054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/2011/04/love-and-red-roses.html' title='Love and Red Roses'/><author><name>Teresa Mills ARBS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01342290544687386485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TRmxNOLbwUI/AAAAAAAAAik/aMX2uj7lV_c/S220/P1010356%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pffbWz6OqNs/TZ3Xb3kP8eI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/iUUiQ9E6hvE/s72-c/P1010365.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6691372595354530194.post-9064755862831561274</id><published>2011-01-06T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T03:28:41.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Circles of Red Roses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TSYmjz1kOVI/AAAAAAAAAjE/xiK6FpBv24w/s1600/P1010361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TSYmjz1kOVI/AAAAAAAAAjE/xiK6FpBv24w/s200/P1010361.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559173186687613266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purity and openess of love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the circles of my body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caressed by your touch,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am there to love, please and  make you happy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am there to be cherished and loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the difficult and wonderful moments of life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the times we have to spend together,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the absences when we are apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love embraces all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when i am frightend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could i bare to be hurt,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i feel your solidness around me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big and strong i am safe again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we are not apart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6691372595354530194-9064755862831561274?l=teresamills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/feeds/9064755862831561274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6691372595354530194&amp;postID=9064755862831561274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/9064755862831561274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/9064755862831561274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/2011/01/circles-of-red-roses.html' title='Circles of Red Roses'/><author><name>Teresa Mills ARBS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01342290544687386485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TRmxNOLbwUI/AAAAAAAAAik/aMX2uj7lV_c/S220/P1010356%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TSYmjz1kOVI/AAAAAAAAAjE/xiK6FpBv24w/s72-c/P1010361.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6691372595354530194.post-8231420735732022342</id><published>2010-12-17T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T11:49:28.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The first feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TQ-zPzM47qI/AAAAAAAAAiY/0j-0bTmc5sM/s1600/P1010277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TQ-zPzM47qI/AAAAAAAAAiY/0j-0bTmc5sM/s200/P1010277.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552853949594791586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smell of your aftershave left on the pillow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hair on your arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way you are ahead of me and like to be ahead of me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your body &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your blue eyes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The glimmers of the softer side of the tough exterior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the way you understand me and push me through so much more,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your large hands &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first feelings of a wonderful risk take&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6691372595354530194-8231420735732022342?l=teresamills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/feeds/8231420735732022342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6691372595354530194&amp;postID=8231420735732022342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/8231420735732022342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/8231420735732022342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/2010/12/first-feelings.html' title='The first feelings'/><author><name>Teresa Mills ARBS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01342290544687386485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TRmxNOLbwUI/AAAAAAAAAik/aMX2uj7lV_c/S220/P1010356%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TQ-zPzM47qI/AAAAAAAAAiY/0j-0bTmc5sM/s72-c/P1010277.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6691372595354530194.post-2291998929282256677</id><published>2010-12-01T03:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T03:20:24.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now you are here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TPYvcjY4p1I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/cTc6gxjydN4/s1600/P1010211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TPYvcjY4p1I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/cTc6gxjydN4/s200/P1010211.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545672158735804242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White fluffy rabbit siren,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is caressed and stroked,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lay my head on your chest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now you are here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6691372595354530194-2291998929282256677?l=teresamills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/feeds/2291998929282256677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6691372595354530194&amp;postID=2291998929282256677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/2291998929282256677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/2291998929282256677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/2010/12/now-you-are-here_01.html' title='Now you are here'/><author><name>Teresa Mills ARBS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01342290544687386485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TRmxNOLbwUI/AAAAAAAAAik/aMX2uj7lV_c/S220/P1010356%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TPYvcjY4p1I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/cTc6gxjydN4/s72-c/P1010211.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6691372595354530194.post-3253903555305464735</id><published>2010-11-11T14:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T14:11:19.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The cream rose on the bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TNxpElERyAI/AAAAAAAAAg4/sKLIrejKSdc/s1600/P1010343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TNxpElERyAI/AAAAAAAAAg4/sKLIrejKSdc/s200/P1010343.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538417169149315074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soft cream rose lays on the bed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the soft silk ripples,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laying waiting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6691372595354530194-3253903555305464735?l=teresamills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/feeds/3253903555305464735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6691372595354530194&amp;postID=3253903555305464735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/3253903555305464735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/3253903555305464735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/2010/11/cream-rose-on-bed_11.html' title='The cream rose on the bed'/><author><name>Teresa Mills ARBS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01342290544687386485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TRmxNOLbwUI/AAAAAAAAAik/aMX2uj7lV_c/S220/P1010356%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TNxpElERyAI/AAAAAAAAAg4/sKLIrejKSdc/s72-c/P1010343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6691372595354530194.post-150150968315811471</id><published>2010-11-05T15:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T15:17:06.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chandelier</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TNSIRNB8YlI/AAAAAAAAAYA/ZyWNWDvrfgU/s1600/P1010180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TNSIRNB8YlI/AAAAAAAAAYA/ZyWNWDvrfgU/s200/P1010180.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536199671082148434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6691372595354530194-150150968315811471?l=teresamills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/feeds/150150968315811471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6691372595354530194&amp;postID=150150968315811471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/150150968315811471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/150150968315811471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/2010/11/chandeleir.html' title='The Chandelier'/><author><name>Teresa Mills ARBS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01342290544687386485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TRmxNOLbwUI/AAAAAAAAAik/aMX2uj7lV_c/S220/P1010356%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TNSIRNB8YlI/AAAAAAAAAYA/ZyWNWDvrfgU/s72-c/P1010180.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6691372595354530194.post-443901793767097047</id><published>2010-11-05T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T15:40:52.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Orchids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TNSH5VSyevI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tENOW7eW9QI/s1600/P1010178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TNSH5VSyevI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tENOW7eW9QI/s200/P1010178.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536199260983425778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TNSHwEaYB3I/AAAAAAAAAXw/Du5H2KoRafI/s1600/P1010177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TNSHwEaYB3I/AAAAAAAAAXw/Du5H2KoRafI/s200/P1010177.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536199101833021298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6691372595354530194-443901793767097047?l=teresamills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/feeds/443901793767097047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6691372595354530194&amp;postID=443901793767097047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/443901793767097047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/443901793767097047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/2010/11/orchids.html' title='The Orchids'/><author><name>Teresa Mills ARBS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01342290544687386485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TRmxNOLbwUI/AAAAAAAAAik/aMX2uj7lV_c/S220/P1010356%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TNSH5VSyevI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tENOW7eW9QI/s72-c/P1010178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6691372595354530194.post-1343341328472192181</id><published>2010-11-05T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T15:38:36.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wreath 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TNSHXQ6WCzI/AAAAAAAAAXo/WQgGG0ZrOP0/s1600/P1010079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TNSHXQ6WCzI/AAAAAAAAAXo/WQgGG0ZrOP0/s200/P1010079.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536198675691604786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6691372595354530194-1343341328472192181?l=teresamills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/feeds/1343341328472192181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6691372595354530194&amp;postID=1343341328472192181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/1343341328472192181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/1343341328472192181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/2010/11/wreath-2.html' title='Wreath 2'/><author><name>Teresa Mills ARBS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01342290544687386485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TRmxNOLbwUI/AAAAAAAAAik/aMX2uj7lV_c/S220/P1010356%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TNSHXQ6WCzI/AAAAAAAAAXo/WQgGG0ZrOP0/s72-c/P1010079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6691372595354530194.post-2470495053879855580</id><published>2010-11-05T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T15:36:39.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Bed"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TNSGxPgOyQI/AAAAAAAAAXg/ujBhBT79NoQ/s1600/P1010171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TNSGxPgOyQI/AAAAAAAAAXg/ujBhBT79NoQ/s200/P1010171.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536198022478612738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6691372595354530194-2470495053879855580?l=teresamills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/feeds/2470495053879855580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6691372595354530194&amp;postID=2470495053879855580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/2470495053879855580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/2470495053879855580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title='&quot;The Bed&quot;'/><author><name>Teresa Mills ARBS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01342290544687386485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TRmxNOLbwUI/AAAAAAAAAik/aMX2uj7lV_c/S220/P1010356%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TNSGxPgOyQI/AAAAAAAAAXg/ujBhBT79NoQ/s72-c/P1010171.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6691372595354530194.post-7290960892396092823</id><published>2010-11-05T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T15:50:22.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Orchestra of Strings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TNSGCby4SeI/AAAAAAAAAXY/-sXFFep_KUQ/s1600/P1010100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TNSGCby4SeI/AAAAAAAAAXY/-sXFFep_KUQ/s200/P1010100.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536197218324204002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Bed and Wreath 1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6691372595354530194-7290960892396092823?l=teresamills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/feeds/7290960892396092823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6691372595354530194&amp;postID=7290960892396092823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/7290960892396092823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/7290960892396092823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/2010/11/orchestra-of-strings_05.html' title='An Orchestra of Strings'/><author><name>Teresa Mills ARBS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01342290544687386485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TRmxNOLbwUI/AAAAAAAAAik/aMX2uj7lV_c/S220/P1010356%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TNSGCby4SeI/AAAAAAAAAXY/-sXFFep_KUQ/s72-c/P1010100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6691372595354530194.post-8369493153495497612</id><published>2010-10-08T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T10:45:32.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Orchids"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TK9YLyjjzpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/65ZI73btBVU/s1600/P1010509+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TK9YLyjjzpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/65ZI73btBVU/s200/P1010509+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525732227379613330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will we go to this secret place and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;discover each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Away from scrutiny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A place where we can hide away and enjoy each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lovers caressing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walking hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No prying persons here to take time from the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dedicated lovers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A place safe from danger &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;away from the noise and thunder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;none can reach the lovers here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a world of our own &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrapped up in each others arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lay my head on your chest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listen to  your heart beat &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we  linger in time in this quiet space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our thoughts together &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soft  whispers of love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just slowly flowing along &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just the sound of the sea lapping against the shore &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or the wind rustling in the trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no hurried place to be &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just with each other &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and far far far away from the maddening crowd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6691372595354530194-8369493153495497612?l=teresamills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/feeds/8369493153495497612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6691372595354530194&amp;postID=8369493153495497612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/8369493153495497612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/8369493153495497612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/2010/10/will-we-go-to-this-secret-place-and.html' title='&quot;The Orchids&quot;'/><author><name>Teresa Mills ARBS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01342290544687386485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TRmxNOLbwUI/AAAAAAAAAik/aMX2uj7lV_c/S220/P1010356%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TK9YLyjjzpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/65ZI73btBVU/s72-c/P1010509+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6691372595354530194.post-274376824465663529</id><published>2010-08-18T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T03:09:29.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>White Fluffy Rabbit Siren</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TGvEpsHdNbI/AAAAAAAAAV4/rNbMJexZ3NE/s1600/P1010239+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TGvEpsHdNbI/AAAAAAAAAV4/rNbMJexZ3NE/s200/P1010239+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506711189886678450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find your modern Siren they say,&lt;br /&gt;your man will fall at your feet,&lt;br /&gt;let your inner animal display&lt;br /&gt;and your animal magnetism appears,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am white fluffy rabbit &lt;br /&gt;thats my inner animal,with an edge of tiger &lt;br /&gt;I sing well like the siren too&lt;br /&gt;and now i have to do everything i want&lt;br /&gt;get on with the things i like&lt;br /&gt;then your man will come to you&lt;br /&gt;magnetised by your inner animal &lt;br /&gt;the white fluffy rabbit &lt;br /&gt;and your singing voice too&lt;br /&gt;and your inner strength and&lt;br /&gt;ability to do what you do&lt;br /&gt;Then we will go to our secret place&lt;br /&gt;far away from view&lt;br /&gt;and when i lay my head on your chest&lt;br /&gt;it means i love and trust you&lt;br /&gt;now you are here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6691372595354530194-274376824465663529?l=teresamills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/feeds/274376824465663529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6691372595354530194&amp;postID=274376824465663529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/274376824465663529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/274376824465663529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/2010/08/white-fluffy-rabbit-siren.html' title='White Fluffy Rabbit Siren'/><author><name>Teresa Mills ARBS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01342290544687386485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TRmxNOLbwUI/AAAAAAAAAik/aMX2uj7lV_c/S220/P1010356%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TGvEpsHdNbI/AAAAAAAAAV4/rNbMJexZ3NE/s72-c/P1010239+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6691372595354530194.post-309921382691770582</id><published>2010-08-06T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T08:33:53.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Orchestra of Strings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TFyWquEhRNI/AAAAAAAAAVw/2UuzzUcyyVc/s1600/P1010109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TFyWquEhRNI/AAAAAAAAAVw/2UuzzUcyyVc/s200/P1010109.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502438505405564114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our fear of love and loss is a very human condition.  The following artists present their work in a particular way around this theme.  I hope this exhibition presents a serious side, a positive side but also a slightly humorous side too a necessary emotion to deal with the events of life.  “ Making light of difficult situations” Teresa Mills Artist and Curator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this piece of text by ancient chinese philosopher Lao Tzu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage"  Lao Tzu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artists &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan Waller &lt;br /&gt;Hedy Esmail&lt;br /&gt;Anwyl Cooper Willis&lt;br /&gt;Polly Cruse&lt;br /&gt;Fiona hughes &lt;br /&gt;Clare Stanhope&lt;br /&gt;Dave Eldergill&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Rose Allen&lt;br /&gt;Jane Tudge&lt;br /&gt;Valentina Gomez&lt;br /&gt;Otto Alexis Schade Lopez&lt;br /&gt;Kathy Taylor&lt;br /&gt;Carl Gent&lt;br /&gt;Lisa Bird&lt;br /&gt;Marco Russo Di Chiara&lt;br /&gt;Anne Lydiat&lt;br /&gt;Teresa Mills ( Artist and Curator)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6691372595354530194-309921382691770582?l=teresamills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/feeds/309921382691770582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6691372595354530194&amp;postID=309921382691770582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/309921382691770582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/309921382691770582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/2010/08/orchestra-of-strings.html' title='An Orchestra of Strings'/><author><name>Teresa Mills ARBS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01342290544687386485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TRmxNOLbwUI/AAAAAAAAAik/aMX2uj7lV_c/S220/P1010356%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TFyWquEhRNI/AAAAAAAAAVw/2UuzzUcyyVc/s72-c/P1010109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6691372595354530194.post-7165453170976360487</id><published>2010-06-15T14:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T13:53:12.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Discovery of future love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TBfwADcVRGI/AAAAAAAAASY/kJbFztjvUqc/s1600/P1010078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TBfwADcVRGI/AAAAAAAAASY/kJbFztjvUqc/s200/P1010078.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483114955061675106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will we go to this secret place and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;discover each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Away from scrutiny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A place where we can hide away and enjoy each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lovers caressing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; walking hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No prying persons here to take time from the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dedicated lovers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A place safe from danger &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;away from the noise and thunder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;none can reach the lovers here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a world of our own &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrapped up in each others arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lay my head on your chest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listen to  your heart beat &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we  linger in time in this quiet space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our thoughts together &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soft  whispers of love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just slowly flowing along &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just the sound of the sea lapping against the shore &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or the wind rustling in the trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no hurried place to be &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just with each other &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and far far far away from the maddening crowd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wait in quietness for love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6691372595354530194-7165453170976360487?l=teresamills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/feeds/7165453170976360487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6691372595354530194&amp;postID=7165453170976360487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/7165453170976360487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/7165453170976360487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/2010/06/discovery-of-future-love.html' title='Discovery of future love'/><author><name>Teresa Mills ARBS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01342290544687386485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TRmxNOLbwUI/AAAAAAAAAik/aMX2uj7lV_c/S220/P1010356%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TBfwADcVRGI/AAAAAAAAASY/kJbFztjvUqc/s72-c/P1010078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6691372595354530194.post-5867661475669482666</id><published>2010-05-31T04:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T06:39:49.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Orchestra of Strings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TAOkqykmdBI/AAAAAAAAASI/DsMw_PwJZQM/s1600/P1010076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TAOkqykmdBI/AAAAAAAAASI/DsMw_PwJZQM/s200/P1010076.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477402626849403922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back working on my work this week in the studio for the exhibition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited and fearfull at the same time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to take flight fly far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i know this is not right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must face my fears &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to face that fear of love and loss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reach out for support from the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and got it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ex husbands have their place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i must come back and face my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fear at last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay quite and still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and everything will reveal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have gone into the risk space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of looking for love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be brave and face the fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;through bad comes good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you just have to stick it through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing ever comes easy for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel lost without love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grow i flourish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when it is right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like an orchid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;difficult and exotic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but happy when it blossoms with love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6691372595354530194-5867661475669482666?l=teresamills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/feeds/5867661475669482666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6691372595354530194&amp;postID=5867661475669482666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/5867661475669482666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/5867661475669482666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/2010/05/orchestra-of-strings.html' title='An Orchestra of Strings'/><author><name>Teresa Mills ARBS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01342290544687386485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TRmxNOLbwUI/AAAAAAAAAik/aMX2uj7lV_c/S220/P1010356%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TAOkqykmdBI/AAAAAAAAASI/DsMw_PwJZQM/s72-c/P1010076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6691372595354530194.post-7662690948985923764</id><published>2010-05-29T08:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T08:33:04.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TAEv-rcP21I/AAAAAAAAASA/spSyfdXNsDQ/s1600/IMG+dad+italy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 126px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TAEv-rcP21I/AAAAAAAAASA/spSyfdXNsDQ/s200/IMG+dad+italy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476711375718832978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used to tell me about the desert and Montgomery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playing chess and war all over the dessert with Rommel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you told me about the snakes under your tent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at night there to keep warm under your sleeping bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we laughed you made me laugh about the snakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then you would be in that terrible battle again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a storm would trigger the bomb blast again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you were caught up in and you would be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitting on the stairs head in hands and shaky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet so brave mum would be with you and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you would just smile at me so i was not afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very very brave dad  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it still upsets me now to think of what you had gone through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cry as i write this dad and it still goes on now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this saved your life then you went to Venice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looked after all the italian women who married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English soldiers you learnt the language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and helped get food for the italian people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you went to the opera &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you got drunk and fell into the canal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you loved venice &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came home and bumped into all the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;italian women again married to their english soldiers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much to mums disdain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you loved mum &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you worked on the land &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no office job for you you loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the outside life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you could ride horses like a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knew them inside out &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only the outside life for you dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you liked art too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always had your constable copy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;above the fireplace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum always bought one for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you forever dad i am always with you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6691372595354530194-7662690948985923764?l=teresamills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/feeds/7662690948985923764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6691372595354530194&amp;postID=7662690948985923764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/7662690948985923764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/7662690948985923764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/2010/05/dad.html' title='Dad'/><author><name>Teresa Mills ARBS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01342290544687386485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TRmxNOLbwUI/AAAAAAAAAik/aMX2uj7lV_c/S220/P1010356%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TAEv-rcP21I/AAAAAAAAASA/spSyfdXNsDQ/s72-c/IMG+dad+italy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6691372595354530194.post-2845250241133679842</id><published>2010-05-29T07:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T07:23:51.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TAEfF-TcQBI/AAAAAAAAAR4/3k1wdV1od50/s1600/IMGaunt+wins+photos_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 136px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TAEfF-TcQBI/AAAAAAAAAR4/3k1wdV1od50/s200/IMGaunt+wins+photos_0002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476692809343582226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TAEe1lgdQuI/AAAAAAAAARw/uZK-bHEGy9o/s1600/IMGaunt+wins+photos_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TAEe1lgdQuI/AAAAAAAAARw/uZK-bHEGy9o/s200/IMGaunt+wins+photos_0001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476692527809381090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures are so you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clowning in your army uniform&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking out in temper because &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sargeant spoke to you in rude manner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off you go to the RAF join your brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only for a luffwafa pilot to try and kill you dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go nearly every sunday to look at the sculptures and paintings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at Greenwich museum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you constantly make and draw &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you were the artist too mum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rebel who fought the corner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you taught me to rise above &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go to a higher level of thinking you said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when another was cruel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stand your ground too you said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont follow the group if you beleive in what you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats made me the rebel too mum just like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love what you gave to me mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To create, to think for myself and to defy whats wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your sense of fun and humour was priceless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we laughed until we cried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you forever mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am always with you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6691372595354530194-2845250241133679842?l=teresamills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/feeds/2845250241133679842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6691372595354530194&amp;postID=2845250241133679842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/2845250241133679842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/2845250241133679842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/2010/05/mum.html' title='mum'/><author><name>Teresa Mills ARBS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01342290544687386485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TRmxNOLbwUI/AAAAAAAAAik/aMX2uj7lV_c/S220/P1010356%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TAEfF-TcQBI/AAAAAAAAAR4/3k1wdV1od50/s72-c/IMGaunt+wins+photos_0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6691372595354530194.post-2557981418519537397</id><published>2010-04-22T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T12:08:35.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/S9CegylQEFI/AAAAAAAAAQg/SOPSWB3jWqk/s1600/IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 141px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/S9CegylQEFI/AAAAAAAAAQg/SOPSWB3jWqk/s200/IMG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463040634171428946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful babies how i love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blonde curls and big brown eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little arms outstreched&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting to be hugged &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled upon your photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both now grown up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and children of your own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i still like looking at your baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures and treasure what was mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful babies all grown up now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6691372595354530194-2557981418519537397?l=teresamills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/feeds/2557981418519537397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6691372595354530194&amp;postID=2557981418519537397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/2557981418519537397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/2557981418519537397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/2010/04/creation.html' title='Creation'/><author><name>Teresa Mills ARBS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01342290544687386485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TRmxNOLbwUI/AAAAAAAAAik/aMX2uj7lV_c/S220/P1010356%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/S9CegylQEFI/AAAAAAAAAQg/SOPSWB3jWqk/s72-c/IMG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6691372595354530194.post-7218154099298937714</id><published>2010-04-13T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T08:44:34.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Orchestra of Strings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/S8T5u-xyerI/AAAAAAAAAOI/1311oG267GY/s1600/P1010109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/S8T5u-xyerI/AAAAAAAAAOI/1311oG267GY/s200/P1010109.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459763233801009842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Orchestra of strings &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue The Crypt Gallery St Pancras Church private view 3rd November open to public 4-24 November &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artists &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan Waller &lt;br /&gt;Hedy Esmail&lt;br /&gt;Anwyl Cooper Willis&lt;br /&gt;Polly Cruse&lt;br /&gt;Fiona hughes &lt;br /&gt;Clare Stanhope&lt;br /&gt;Dave Eldergill&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Rose Allen&lt;br /&gt;Jane Tudge&lt;br /&gt;Valentina Gomez&lt;br /&gt;Otto Alexis Schade Lopez&lt;br /&gt;Kathy Taylor&lt;br /&gt;Carl Gent&lt;br /&gt;Lisa Bird&lt;br /&gt;Anne Lydiat&lt;br /&gt;Marco Russo di Chiara&lt;br /&gt;Teresa Mills (Curator)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6691372595354530194-7218154099298937714?l=teresamills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/feeds/7218154099298937714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6691372595354530194&amp;postID=7218154099298937714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/7218154099298937714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/7218154099298937714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/2010/04/orchestra-of-strings.html' title='An Orchestra of Strings'/><author><name>Teresa Mills ARBS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01342290544687386485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TRmxNOLbwUI/AAAAAAAAAik/aMX2uj7lV_c/S220/P1010356%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/S8T5u-xyerI/AAAAAAAAAOI/1311oG267GY/s72-c/P1010109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6691372595354530194.post-1568736490236469961</id><published>2009-11-22T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T10:21:52.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Orchestra of Strings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/SwmBH3zbGSI/AAAAAAAAAM4/BnVwzXZtu4o/s1600/P1010094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/SwmBH3zbGSI/AAAAAAAAAM4/BnVwzXZtu4o/s200/P1010094.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406994799873693986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for new artists for new exhibition "An Orchestra of Strings"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6691372595354530194-1568736490236469961?l=teresamills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/feeds/1568736490236469961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6691372595354530194&amp;postID=1568736490236469961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/1568736490236469961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/1568736490236469961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/2009/11/orchestra-of-strings.html' title='An Orchestra of Strings'/><author><name>Teresa Mills ARBS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01342290544687386485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TRmxNOLbwUI/AAAAAAAAAik/aMX2uj7lV_c/S220/P1010356%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/SwmBH3zbGSI/AAAAAAAAAM4/BnVwzXZtu4o/s72-c/P1010094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6691372595354530194.post-2467312952032432161</id><published>2008-12-14T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T03:05:13.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Gothic Story ( workshops)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/SUVLZRSREZI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/7CGSfQg931U/s1600-h/P1010561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/SUVLZRSREZI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/7CGSfQg931U/s200/P1010561.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279709035670606226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/SUVJ9myJRdI/AAAAAAAAAKI/wJADM6u-xQw/s1600-h/P1010559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/SUVJ9myJRdI/AAAAAAAAAKI/wJADM6u-xQw/s200/P1010559.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279707460893492690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The images are of some of the workof  Willowfield Specialist Humanities school pupils. Jonathan Waller fellow artist presented the workshops at Willowfield school.  Jonathan gave an initial lecture on aspects around the ideas of Gothic to inspire the pupils who then went on to produce their own posters. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6691372595354530194-2467312952032432161?l=teresamills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/feeds/2467312952032432161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6691372595354530194&amp;postID=2467312952032432161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/2467312952032432161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/2467312952032432161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/2008/12/gothic-story-workshops.html' title='A Gothic Story ( workshops)'/><author><name>Teresa Mills ARBS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01342290544687386485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TRmxNOLbwUI/AAAAAAAAAik/aMX2uj7lV_c/S220/P1010356%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/SUVLZRSREZI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/7CGSfQg931U/s72-c/P1010561.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6691372595354530194.post-980694290681919667</id><published>2008-11-08T05:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T22:33:23.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Greenwich Museum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/SRWXgdAz6WI/AAAAAAAAAH8/mvM1Rp2MqAY/s1600-h/IMGme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 47px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/SRWXgdAz6WI/AAAAAAAAAH8/mvM1Rp2MqAY/s200/IMGme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266281923079301474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went to Greenwich Museum with my mother many Sundays and i realised what an influence this had on my work . We would quite often walk there from Kidbrooke where i grew up and go to look at the paintings and sculptures. I used to be very influenced by  the large paintings that were held there including the one where Hardy kissed Nelson goodbye as he lay dying.  I liked to walk where this picture was taken of me through and past all the huge columns and go into i think what was called  Queen Annes house where the winding staircase which was supposed to haunted was.  It was fascinating to me as a small child to go to this museum as it had an intensity that attracted and also frightened me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6691372595354530194-980694290681919667?l=teresamills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/feeds/980694290681919667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6691372595354530194&amp;postID=980694290681919667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/980694290681919667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/980694290681919667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/2008/11/greenwich-museum.html' title='Greenwich Museum'/><author><name>Teresa Mills ARBS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01342290544687386485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TRmxNOLbwUI/AAAAAAAAAik/aMX2uj7lV_c/S220/P1010356%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/SRWXgdAz6WI/AAAAAAAAAH8/mvM1Rp2MqAY/s72-c/IMGme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6691372595354530194.post-5885546113532287477</id><published>2008-11-02T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:21:26.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Gothic Story (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/SQ3haEJfdfI/AAAAAAAAAH0/SFuOwkTPmpQ/s1600-h/P5240197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/SQ3haEJfdfI/AAAAAAAAAH0/SFuOwkTPmpQ/s200/P5240197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264111377372378610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now working on A Gothic Story (2) negotiating a new venue and funding and with mostly the same artists from A Gothic story there maybe two or more  new artists coming into the show. I am now working on new work in my studio no image is avaliable yet but i am posting this image of my sculpture called "Love" the work around this story will be very site specific and around whats happening in my life at the moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also always working on my geanaology and after much research on my huguenot ancestors i am now working on my scottish family and Clan Donnchadh (Robertson) whom my family descend from. The history of the clan is fascinating so further work may come from this research. Also i have found out my 11th x grt  grandparents Pierre Bouttemy and Suzanne Bouvart were the founders of Freidrichsdorf in Germany.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6691372595354530194-5885546113532287477?l=teresamills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/feeds/5885546113532287477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6691372595354530194&amp;postID=5885546113532287477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/5885546113532287477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/5885546113532287477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/2008/11/gothic-story-2.html' title='A Gothic Story (2)'/><author><name>Teresa Mills ARBS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01342290544687386485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TRmxNOLbwUI/AAAAAAAAAik/aMX2uj7lV_c/S220/P1010356%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/SQ3haEJfdfI/AAAAAAAAAH0/SFuOwkTPmpQ/s72-c/P5240197.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6691372595354530194.post-7140497279209530541</id><published>2008-11-02T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T12:33:59.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Battle of the Somme</title><content type='html'>Wonder what you would have been great uncle frank,&lt;br /&gt;How your family mourned&lt;br /&gt;second boy &lt;br /&gt;amongst all the sisters,&lt;br /&gt;My grandmothers face would freeze in sorrow at the mention  of your name&lt;br /&gt;and i would feel her pain.&lt;br /&gt;I saw your photo handsome man boy were you&lt;br /&gt;and then you were dead&lt;br /&gt;I think of and remember you too Great uncle frank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Frank Pearce who died at the battle of the somme 21st March 1918&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6691372595354530194-7140497279209530541?l=teresamills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/feeds/7140497279209530541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6691372595354530194&amp;postID=7140497279209530541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/7140497279209530541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/7140497279209530541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/2008/11/battle-of-somme.html' title='Battle of the Somme'/><author><name>Teresa Mills ARBS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01342290544687386485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TRmxNOLbwUI/AAAAAAAAAik/aMX2uj7lV_c/S220/P1010356%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6691372595354530194.post-5248237452080769378</id><published>2008-09-12T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T05:40:29.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>White Castle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/SMqST6bzy5I/AAAAAAAAAHs/lLneTPmz5UE/s1600-h/school_photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/SMqST6bzy5I/AAAAAAAAAHs/lLneTPmz5UE/s200/school_photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245165586827430802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I dedicate my  sculpture  White Castle and the room it was shown in at my exhibition a Gothic Story to the little boy in my school photograph who stands near me.  The sculpture is muted by loss and talks to the photo on the other wall which is a photo of small childs grave by David Yates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/SMqRtjyb4KI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DVr8oc3K2So/s1600-h/P1010193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/SMqRtjyb4KI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DVr8oc3K2So/s200/P1010193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245164927913287842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/SMqSIvtO5SI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Z79U4xoOSvA/s1600-h/P1010189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/SMqSIvtO5SI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Z79U4xoOSvA/s200/P1010189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245165394969158946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6691372595354530194-5248237452080769378?l=teresamills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/feeds/5248237452080769378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6691372595354530194&amp;postID=5248237452080769378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/5248237452080769378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/5248237452080769378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/2008/09/white-castle.html' title='White Castle'/><author><name>Teresa Mills ARBS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01342290544687386485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TRmxNOLbwUI/AAAAAAAAAik/aMX2uj7lV_c/S220/P1010356%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/SMqST6bzy5I/AAAAAAAAAHs/lLneTPmz5UE/s72-c/school_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6691372595354530194.post-3882642340226526143</id><published>2008-09-06T12:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T06:21:22.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Archive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/SMLX9rTYCYI/AAAAAAAAAHU/uGH4mmX_i7U/s1600-h/This-Way-That-Way.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/SMLX9rTYCYI/AAAAAAAAAHU/uGH4mmX_i7U/s200/This-Way-That-Way.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242990370808662402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"This Way That Way"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sculpture was made around 1998/9 about the time i made the polar bear film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sculpture is of plastic polar bears and invisible thread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wanted to mention i was also lucky as a child to have met the late Dame Elizabeth Frink i was a first year junior and a sculpture was being made in our school grounds of the queen on a horse, the original sculptor had died and elizabeth frink had come in to finish it. My tutor sent me out with my clay sculpture of the sculpture in the grounds as she was pleased with it i took it out to elizabeth frink who took it and looked closely at it tweaked a little bump i had left which annoyed me as i had not noticed it.  She  then asked me my name and told me it was  very good. When i returned my tutor told me i had met a very famous sculptor and in later years one of my tutors informed me who it was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6691372595354530194-3882642340226526143?l=teresamills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/feeds/3882642340226526143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6691372595354530194&amp;postID=3882642340226526143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/3882642340226526143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/3882642340226526143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/2008/09/archive.html' title='Archive'/><author><name>Teresa Mills ARBS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01342290544687386485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TRmxNOLbwUI/AAAAAAAAAik/aMX2uj7lV_c/S220/P1010356%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/SMLX9rTYCYI/AAAAAAAAAHU/uGH4mmX_i7U/s72-c/This-Way-That-Way.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6691372595354530194.post-2032621526357300013</id><published>2008-09-06T11:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T09:56:06.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry and Huguenots</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/SMLQ7CMY0UI/AAAAAAAAAHM/QEM5Rx92I9U/s1600-h/P1010209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/SMLQ7CMY0UI/AAAAAAAAAHM/QEM5Rx92I9U/s200/P1010209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242982628832366914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Moonlit Sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, the waves caressed the moonlit pebbles,&lt;br /&gt;On the southern shore of our land.&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, silently, the gleam of a searching boat sailed across the long horizon.&lt;br /&gt;The silver sphere of the moon shone down on a dark hull of a rested boat,&lt;br /&gt;Moored on a cool-summer beach.&lt;br /&gt;Secretly,&lt;br /&gt;The shinning stars spilled down their light on the blue-lustre sea.&lt;br /&gt;Dawn then stole over that darkened sea,&lt;br /&gt;Bringing light, over mystery. Teresa Mills aged 14 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to print this poem, i found an old school magazine and remembered my poetry  had been published in it and when i read it again i realised those influences of light in my visual work and was really excited to find this poem i had written at 14 years of age. I wished i could remember the name of my english tutor at this time as she was one of the most influential tutors i ever had, she lifted you to great heights with your work and i do remember working my best ever with her, i can remember her visually tiny little lady with dark hair that kind of curled up at the bottom she reminded me of a little shrew a character out of beatrix potter, she certainly was an exceptional tutor and i would never have dreamt of misbehaving in her class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot help thinking of my french huguenot ancestors also with this poem and their escape from france.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6691372595354530194-2032621526357300013?l=teresamills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/feeds/2032621526357300013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6691372595354530194&amp;postID=2032621526357300013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/2032621526357300013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/2032621526357300013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/2008/09/poetry.html' title='Poetry and Huguenots'/><author><name>Teresa Mills ARBS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01342290544687386485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TRmxNOLbwUI/AAAAAAAAAik/aMX2uj7lV_c/S220/P1010356%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/SMLQ7CMY0UI/AAAAAAAAAHM/QEM5Rx92I9U/s72-c/P1010209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6691372595354530194.post-4237363739424442251</id><published>2008-09-05T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T01:46:32.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Studio Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/SMDxxkL3r8I/AAAAAAAAAHE/lrl_roYslIU/s1600-h/P1010242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/SMDxxkL3r8I/AAAAAAAAAHE/lrl_roYslIU/s200/P1010242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242455800088604610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am back in my studio now working on my arch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6691372595354530194-4237363739424442251?l=teresamills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/feeds/4237363739424442251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6691372595354530194&amp;postID=4237363739424442251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/4237363739424442251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/4237363739424442251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/2008/09/studio-work.html' title='Studio Work'/><author><name>Teresa Mills ARBS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01342290544687386485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TRmxNOLbwUI/AAAAAAAAAik/aMX2uj7lV_c/S220/P1010356%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/SMDxxkL3r8I/AAAAAAAAAHE/lrl_roYslIU/s72-c/P1010242.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6691372595354530194.post-7408541091276731203</id><published>2008-09-03T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T01:40:22.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Splash"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/SL5zQ_vRVpI/AAAAAAAAAG8/bL0jAC3whgI/s1600-h/The-Gallop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/SL5zQ_vRVpI/AAAAAAAAAG8/bL0jAC3whgI/s200/The-Gallop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241753752130639506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the large film projection and sound from my solo show "Splash".&lt;br /&gt;The horse continually charges through water at you are never quite sure if charging toward you or running away. The sound is of the feotal heartbeat.&lt;br /&gt;The feotal heartbeat was used in the sound as the galloping horse reminded me of how it feels being in labor in childbirth this continual pounding of labour pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6691372595354530194-7408541091276731203?l=teresamills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/feeds/7408541091276731203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6691372595354530194&amp;postID=7408541091276731203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/7408541091276731203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/7408541091276731203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/2008/09/splash_03.html' title='&quot;Splash&quot;'/><author><name>Teresa Mills ARBS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01342290544687386485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TRmxNOLbwUI/AAAAAAAAAik/aMX2uj7lV_c/S220/P1010356%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/SL5zQ_vRVpI/AAAAAAAAAG8/bL0jAC3whgI/s72-c/The-Gallop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6691372595354530194.post-5266635817671715052</id><published>2008-09-03T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T01:35:52.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Splash"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/SL5ykdGmUNI/AAAAAAAAAG0/7rDiFUNamGs/s1600-h/Splash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/SL5ykdGmUNI/AAAAAAAAAG0/7rDiFUNamGs/s200/Splash.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241752986918998226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These sculptures and large film projection are from my first solo show splash which was held at Stoke Newington West Reservoir 2003. Around the time these pieces were made i was studying Buddhism with Buddhist monks. Each week there would be a meditation evening and the monk would tell a profound story from the animal kingdom which would reflect on the  human world.  The polar bear film i made with from the rushes doug allen kindly gave me was of a beautiful polar bear swimming in the water, then comes out only to slaughter a baby seal. This depicted the beauty and cruelty of life.&lt;br /&gt;The sculpture has now changed as i felt a bit of tutor meddling and the film stands on its own the dish has been re polished and is now used completely different way.  I cannot say i am a Buddhist but i enjoyed learning about Buddhism and mediation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6691372595354530194-5266635817671715052?l=teresamills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/feeds/5266635817671715052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6691372595354530194&amp;postID=5266635817671715052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/5266635817671715052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/5266635817671715052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/2008/09/splash.html' title='&quot;Splash&quot;'/><author><name>Teresa Mills ARBS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01342290544687386485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TRmxNOLbwUI/AAAAAAAAAik/aMX2uj7lV_c/S220/P1010356%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/SL5ykdGmUNI/AAAAAAAAAG0/7rDiFUNamGs/s72-c/Splash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6691372595354530194.post-8768083945263183515</id><published>2008-09-03T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T04:18:07.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The discourse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/SL5wwTN8S7I/AAAAAAAAAGs/4q_rvA41uZA/s1600-h/The-Discourse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/SL5wwTN8S7I/AAAAAAAAAGs/4q_rvA41uZA/s200/The-Discourse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241750991400618930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love ballet in fact would have also liked to have been a ballet dancer hence a lot of my sculptures include ballet shoes and film.&lt;br /&gt;This sculpture is a pair of ballet shoes connected with incredibly long satin ribbon which is used to tie the shoes. The film is of the rehearsals for Romeo and Juliette the English National Ballet kindly allowed me to film for a short while whilst they were rehearsing. The ballet shoes discourse with the film, the film trying to show the ballet shoes how to dance and how to interact in relationships.  Obviously the sculpture is about love relationships how difficult they can be to find and achieve . This sculpture was made around 1999.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6691372595354530194-8768083945263183515?l=teresamills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/feeds/8768083945263183515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6691372595354530194&amp;postID=8768083945263183515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/8768083945263183515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/8768083945263183515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/2008/09/discourse.html' title='The discourse'/><author><name>Teresa Mills ARBS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01342290544687386485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TRmxNOLbwUI/AAAAAAAAAik/aMX2uj7lV_c/S220/P1010356%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/SL5wwTN8S7I/AAAAAAAAAGs/4q_rvA41uZA/s72-c/The-Discourse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6691372595354530194.post-9151975480396481363</id><published>2008-08-31T16:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T16:41:14.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picadilly Circus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/SLsquLjDH3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/uBsF4nQ-iXE/s1600-h/piccaddilly-text-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/SLsquLjDH3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/uBsF4nQ-iXE/s200/piccaddilly-text-6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240829564237848434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a photo of a piece of text (Profane Love touches us all) I had shown  in the advertising screen in  Piccadilly Circus around October 1997.  I think the text is my attempt at trying to sound a bit shakespearian.&lt;br /&gt;I am tyding up my archive of work and came accross this image I like the movement of light in the colours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6691372595354530194-9151975480396481363?l=teresamills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/feeds/9151975480396481363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6691372595354530194&amp;postID=9151975480396481363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/9151975480396481363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/9151975480396481363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/2008/08/picadilly-circus.html' title='Picadilly Circus'/><author><name>Teresa Mills ARBS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01342290544687386485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TRmxNOLbwUI/AAAAAAAAAik/aMX2uj7lV_c/S220/P1010356%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/SLsquLjDH3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/uBsF4nQ-iXE/s72-c/piccaddilly-text-6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6691372595354530194.post-5113621253895854436</id><published>2008-08-13T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T12:47:08.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Arch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/SKM6IRYFHFI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FTMew5bTlns/s1600-h/P1010224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/SKM6IRYFHFI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FTMew5bTlns/s200/P1010224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234091105712413778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more work to do on this sculpture i had not seen it constructed totally as my studio is too small to put it together.  Seeing it in the gallery space made me realise i have more work to do on it and i hope my exhibition will be shown in another space with more added work on the theme of the gothic. I also need a bigger studio but of course that is hard without the  funding for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6691372595354530194-5113621253895854436?l=teresamills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/feeds/5113621253895854436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6691372595354530194&amp;postID=5113621253895854436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/5113621253895854436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/5113621253895854436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/2008/08/arch.html' title='The Arch'/><author><name>Teresa Mills ARBS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01342290544687386485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TRmxNOLbwUI/AAAAAAAAAik/aMX2uj7lV_c/S220/P1010356%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/SKM6IRYFHFI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FTMew5bTlns/s72-c/P1010224.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6691372595354530194.post-3547461236319541893</id><published>2008-08-08T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T16:42:04.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rise above it all</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/SKM2DUkk2-I/AAAAAAAAAGE/o5qzevlekBM/s1600-h/P1010308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/SKM2DUkk2-I/AAAAAAAAAGE/o5qzevlekBM/s200/P1010308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234086622624275426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this sculpture as small child if i were ever upset about anything my mother would say to me rise to a higher level go to a higher level in your mind rise above it all.  On reflection i thought this a beautiful thing she taught me and something she used to deal with her own anxieties and depression and i think its a wonderful tribute to her intelligent, thoughtful and strong mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6691372595354530194-3547461236319541893?l=teresamills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/feeds/3547461236319541893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6691372595354530194&amp;postID=3547461236319541893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/3547461236319541893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/3547461236319541893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/2008/08/rise-above-it-all.html' title='Rise above it all'/><author><name>Teresa Mills ARBS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01342290544687386485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TRmxNOLbwUI/AAAAAAAAAik/aMX2uj7lV_c/S220/P1010356%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/SKM2DUkk2-I/AAAAAAAAAGE/o5qzevlekBM/s72-c/P1010308.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6691372595354530194.post-937982796661418343</id><published>2008-07-31T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T12:38:13.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Untitled"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/SJH0rSXo15I/AAAAAAAAAFU/HMTJoVCBVUs/s1600-h/P1010431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/SJH0rSXo15I/AAAAAAAAAFU/HMTJoVCBVUs/s200/P1010431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229229666856392594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;image of my sculpture the stainless steel dish i am pleased with the effects of the coloured fibre optics and how they work in completely dark space.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6691372595354530194-937982796661418343?l=teresamills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/feeds/937982796661418343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6691372595354530194&amp;postID=937982796661418343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/937982796661418343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/937982796661418343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/2008/07/untitled_31.html' title='&quot;Untitled&quot;'/><author><name>Teresa Mills ARBS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01342290544687386485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TRmxNOLbwUI/AAAAAAAAAik/aMX2uj7lV_c/S220/P1010356%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/SJH0rSXo15I/AAAAAAAAAFU/HMTJoVCBVUs/s72-c/P1010431.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6691372595354530194.post-1550663738168744912</id><published>2008-07-31T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T12:33:04.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Untitled"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/SJHYFP7rlII/AAAAAAAAAFM/y5o9TpHcYpQ/s1600-h/P1010209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/SJHYFP7rlII/AAAAAAAAAFM/y5o9TpHcYpQ/s200/P1010209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229198227041653890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my stainless steel sculpture in the dark and in the light. I was thinking of my french huguenot grandfathers when  i completed this sculpture as they had been silk weavers and also worked in stainless steel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/SJHVC1MjWiI/AAAAAAAAAEs/hMdpHftFwmM/s1600-h/P1010280.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6691372595354530194-1550663738168744912?l=teresamills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/feeds/1550663738168744912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6691372595354530194&amp;postID=1550663738168744912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/1550663738168744912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/1550663738168744912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/2008/07/untitled.html' title='&quot;Untitled&quot;'/><author><name>Teresa Mills ARBS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01342290544687386485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TRmxNOLbwUI/AAAAAAAAAik/aMX2uj7lV_c/S220/P1010356%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/SJHYFP7rlII/AAAAAAAAAFM/y5o9TpHcYpQ/s72-c/P1010209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6691372595354530194.post-4656924425786223581</id><published>2008-07-31T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T05:42:16.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bed of Roses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/SJHTCCDZioI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ej32wTqLcS0/s1600-h/P1010218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/SJHTCCDZioI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ej32wTqLcS0/s200/P1010218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229192674218183298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My bed of Roses i love this sculpture as i can change it constantly depending on my mood.  Mostly i thread tutu net through the middle and the colours change with my mood i added closed red roses for this exhibition as it seemed right for the story it has a sense of new beginnings an optimism of new love not yet found.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6691372595354530194-4656924425786223581?l=teresamills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/feeds/4656924425786223581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6691372595354530194&amp;postID=4656924425786223581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/4656924425786223581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/4656924425786223581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/2008/07/bed-of-roses.html' title='Bed of Roses'/><author><name>Teresa Mills ARBS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01342290544687386485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TRmxNOLbwUI/AAAAAAAAAik/aMX2uj7lV_c/S220/P1010356%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/SJHTCCDZioI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ej32wTqLcS0/s72-c/P1010218.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6691372595354530194.post-3396088510122185983</id><published>2008-07-31T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T07:55:44.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>White Castle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/SJHRVjh5KRI/AAAAAAAAAEc/jwEDYtvbPCc/s1600-h/P1010189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/SJHRVjh5KRI/AAAAAAAAAEc/jwEDYtvbPCc/s200/P1010189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229190810598713618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The small white castle is a childs toy with gothic turrets the sculpture is wrapped in invisible thread. The small castle talks to the photograph on the opposite wall called 'For erica' and is a photograph by david yates another artist in my exhibition. The photo is of a small childs grave.  The small castle is muted by the experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'White Castle' Teresa Mills&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6691372595354530194-3396088510122185983?l=teresamills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/feeds/3396088510122185983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6691372595354530194&amp;postID=3396088510122185983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/3396088510122185983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/3396088510122185983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/2008/07/white-castle.html' title='White Castle'/><author><name>Teresa Mills ARBS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01342290544687386485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TRmxNOLbwUI/AAAAAAAAAik/aMX2uj7lV_c/S220/P1010356%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/SJHRVjh5KRI/AAAAAAAAAEc/jwEDYtvbPCc/s72-c/P1010189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6691372595354530194.post-1624432026002480283</id><published>2008-07-31T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T06:28:58.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Gothic Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/SJHQXr4h1TI/AAAAAAAAAEU/IoWNHgsV7K0/s1600-h/P1010399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/SJHQXr4h1TI/AAAAAAAAAEU/IoWNHgsV7K0/s200/P1010399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229189747689248050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" Men who wear Masks"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sculpture started the idea off for my exhibition A Gothic Story.&lt;br /&gt;The exhibition was really well received with great acclaim from both the public and fellow artists.  The private view was very busy and overflowing with people. This sculpture is about one of things that frighten me the most when you can love and trust someone then they do something that can completely turn your life upside down, they can become unpredictable what you thought you knew was not there as an example perhaps the person you love has an affair behind your back or a lost love. The arch represents how it can make you feel depressed an area thats hard to go into yet we must as we will be blocked and my other arch is open it has gone through the block and is in the room where things become lighter and more optimistic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6691372595354530194-1624432026002480283?l=teresamills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/feeds/1624432026002480283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6691372595354530194&amp;postID=1624432026002480283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/1624432026002480283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/1624432026002480283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/2008/07/gothic-story.html' title='A Gothic Story'/><author><name>Teresa Mills ARBS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01342290544687386485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TRmxNOLbwUI/AAAAAAAAAik/aMX2uj7lV_c/S220/P1010356%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/SJHQXr4h1TI/AAAAAAAAAEU/IoWNHgsV7K0/s72-c/P1010399.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6691372595354530194.post-5963761070186170478</id><published>2008-04-14T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T09:58:29.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Huguenot Ancestors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/SANmqQzPGNI/AAAAAAAAADw/FMLP1XgCtaU/s1600-h/P5240197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/SANmqQzPGNI/AAAAAAAAADw/FMLP1XgCtaU/s200/P5240197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189104071911348434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Information found on my ancestors&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Surname: &lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_lbl_Surname"&gt;Lesurf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;                    &lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_Surname1_lbl_History" class="SurnameHistory"&gt;Recorded in several forms including: Du Serf, Lecerf, Le Serf, Leserf, and Lesurf, this unusual surname is of French origins. In Britain where a number of the nameholders settled in the 18th century, it is one of the famous Huguenot refugee surnames. These people who were famed in France for their skills in the manufacture of such diverse products as silk making, embroidery, jewelry and steel, fell foul of King Louis X1V, the Sun King, (1643 - 1715), one of the most bigoted religious zealots which the Christian church has managed to produce. He revoked the famous Edict of Nantes in 1685, which gave a measure of religious freedom to protestants, forcing them to either flee the country or adopt the Catholic faith. Most left, many coming to both London and Northern Ireland, where they re-established themselves, and at the sametime they gave Britain a lead in many areas of manufacture, which it held for nearly two centuries. The origin of the surname is open to conjecture. On the face of it the surname describes one who was 'a serf'. That is to say a person with no rights, but people with no rights were not granted coats of arms, and 'arms' were granted to nameholders in the former province of Dauphine, in France. These have the blazon of Azure, a bend argent, between six besants Or. Early examples of the surname recording include: Abraham Le Serf, the son of Isaac and Elizabeth, formerly Boutry, at the French Huguenot church, Threadneedle Street, in the city of London, on January 31st 1688, Daniel and Caterine Le Cerf, witnesses at the same church on April 25th 1714, and Ann, the daughter of William and Jemimah Lesurf, christened at St leonards church, Shoredith, on February 18th 1722.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6691372595354530194-5963761070186170478?l=teresamills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/feeds/5963761070186170478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6691372595354530194&amp;postID=5963761070186170478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/5963761070186170478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/5963761070186170478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/2008/04/huguenot-ancestors.html' title='Huguenot Ancestors'/><author><name>Teresa Mills ARBS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01342290544687386485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TRmxNOLbwUI/AAAAAAAAAik/aMX2uj7lV_c/S220/P1010356%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/SANmqQzPGNI/AAAAAAAAADw/FMLP1XgCtaU/s72-c/P5240197.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6691372595354530194.post-9221116627266188598</id><published>2008-04-02T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T06:42:57.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Gothic Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/R_PNW765BeI/AAAAAAAAADo/B75OfMvauFI/s1600-h/P1010146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/R_PNW765BeI/AAAAAAAAADo/B75OfMvauFI/s200/P1010146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184713389959087586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When one black block disntegrates into pieces they then turn into beautiful white rabbits"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Influnced by my own emotive thoughts and feelings of loss,fear of loss and love and research on my french huguneot and english silk weaver ancestry. I decided to pull an exhibition together around this theme i opened the idea wider to allow other aritsts to come in. The following artists come together to tell a gothic story in experimental sculpture, film, photography and sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Turner and gloria John, Jonathan Waller, David Yates, Wayne Chisnall, Oscar Murillo, Karen Neill, Suzanne Hobbs, Elisabeth S Clark, Hedy Esmail,Naheed Raza, Katherine Skeldon and Teresa Mills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Private View 6-8.30 25th june&lt;br /&gt;open to public 26th june - 6th july  1-6pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harriet Harriss Art and Architecture historian will present a talk to the public Thursday 3rd July&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather Niven is designing the catalogue and private view card&lt;br /&gt;We will present workshops with William Patten School.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6691372595354530194-9221116627266188598?l=teresamills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/feeds/9221116627266188598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6691372595354530194&amp;postID=9221116627266188598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/9221116627266188598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/9221116627266188598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/2008/04/gothic-story.html' title='A Gothic Story'/><author><name>Teresa Mills ARBS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01342290544687386485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TRmxNOLbwUI/AAAAAAAAAik/aMX2uj7lV_c/S220/P1010356%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/R_PNW765BeI/AAAAAAAAADo/B75OfMvauFI/s72-c/P1010146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6691372595354530194.post-2473268172656957676</id><published>2008-03-19T06:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T04:36:20.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>latest news</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/R-EQIOtJ_ZI/AAAAAAAAADg/ZN8P4-wJUsM/s1600-h/P1010157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/R-EQIOtJ_ZI/AAAAAAAAADg/ZN8P4-wJUsM/s200/P1010157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179438780025273746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Chattering Rabbits"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news i have obtained funding for the exhibition i am setting up '  A Gothic Story'  which will happen late june early july at Shoreditch Town Hall in the basement.  The artists are Michael Turner and Gloria John, Jonathan Waller, David Yates, Wayne Chisnall, Oscar Murillo, Karen Neill, Naheed Raza, Elisabeth S Clark, Hedy Esmail, Katherine Skeldon, Suzanne Hobbs and Myself as artist and curator.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6691372595354530194-2473268172656957676?l=teresamills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/feeds/2473268172656957676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6691372595354530194&amp;postID=2473268172656957676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/2473268172656957676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/2473268172656957676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/2008/03/latest-news.html' title='latest news'/><author><name>Teresa Mills ARBS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01342290544687386485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TRmxNOLbwUI/AAAAAAAAAik/aMX2uj7lV_c/S220/P1010356%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/R-EQIOtJ_ZI/AAAAAAAAADg/ZN8P4-wJUsM/s72-c/P1010157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6691372595354530194.post-5195012798955091379</id><published>2008-02-23T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T05:35:48.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Artist and Curator</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/R8CLu_UptlI/AAAAAAAAADI/osF1UKF6kK8/s1600-h/P1010097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/R8CLu_UptlI/AAAAAAAAADI/osF1UKF6kK8/s200/P1010097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170286011609626194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to university as a mature student first to West thames college where i did an an access course and a portfolio prep course, also various courses at City lit and Mary ward centre including life sculpture .I completed and Access course at West Thames College and  I then went to to Sir John Cass to complete an art foundation, then onto University of Westminster to take a degree in Mixed Media Arts.  Since then i have been exhibiting and curating my own exhibitions and i am now working on my fourth exhibition 'A Gothic Story' , influenced by stories from my ancestry of french huguenot silk weavers and english silk weavers and my own emotive feelings.  I have pulled together a group of artists who project a sense of some of these emotions and a wider view of the issues around humanity generally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank my sponsors who have kindly given materials to me which has allowed me to ma&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/R8GI7fUptnI/AAAAAAAAADY/MxkfnJkXYuM/s1600-h/P5240009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/R8GI7fUptnI/AAAAAAAAADY/MxkfnJkXYuM/s200/P5240009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170564402799818354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ke a lot of my work .  Artists have always had this tradition of sponsorship right back to renaissance times and without that support life would be even harder than it is for most artists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fear" part one of The Lily pads ballet shoes,invisible thread, wood base.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6691372595354530194-5195012798955091379?l=teresamills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/feeds/5195012798955091379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6691372595354530194&amp;postID=5195012798955091379' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/5195012798955091379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/5195012798955091379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/2008/02/artist-and-curator_23.html' title='Artist and Curator'/><author><name>Teresa Mills ARBS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01342290544687386485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TRmxNOLbwUI/AAAAAAAAAik/aMX2uj7lV_c/S220/P1010356%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/R8CLu_UptlI/AAAAAAAAADI/osF1UKF6kK8/s72-c/P1010097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6691372595354530194.post-8910757538621576086</id><published>2008-02-23T12:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T04:20:17.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two little love creations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/R8CGD_UptgI/AAAAAAAAACg/B8PMwJvb3J8/s1600-h/IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/R8CGD_UptgI/AAAAAAAAACg/B8PMwJvb3J8/s200/IMG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170279775317112322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two children andrew and clare summer of 1974&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mothering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soft little tufts of hair&lt;br /&gt;Little hands touch an go&lt;br /&gt;quiet gasps of joy overflow&lt;br /&gt;                                                    Little body close to mine&lt;br /&gt;                                                    Contented eyes start to close&lt;br /&gt;                                                    Sleep sweet baby and i will sing a lullaby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6691372595354530194-8910757538621576086?l=teresamills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/feeds/8910757538621576086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6691372595354530194&amp;postID=8910757538621576086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/8910757538621576086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/8910757538621576086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/2008/02/two-little-love-creations.html' title='Two little love creations'/><author><name>Teresa Mills ARBS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01342290544687386485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TRmxNOLbwUI/AAAAAAAAAik/aMX2uj7lV_c/S220/P1010356%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/R8CGD_UptgI/AAAAAAAAACg/B8PMwJvb3J8/s72-c/IMG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6691372595354530194.post-1499040925708406791</id><published>2008-02-23T11:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T07:14:32.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>piccadilly circus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/R8B1ZfUptfI/AAAAAAAAACY/2vAkiM6w-J0/s1600-h/piccaddilly-text-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/R8B1ZfUptfI/AAAAAAAAACY/2vAkiM6w-J0/s200/piccaddilly-text-6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170261452986627570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/R8B1RPUpteI/AAAAAAAAACQ/SCi70u7RsEw/s1600-h/piccaddilly-text-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/R8B1RPUpteI/AAAAAAAAACQ/SCi70u7RsEw/s200/piccaddilly-text-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170261311252706786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/R8B1RPUpteI/AAAAAAAAACQ/SCi70u7RsEw/s1600-h/piccaddilly-text-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/R8B1RPUpteI/AAAAAAAAACQ/SCi70u7RsEw/s200/piccaddilly-text-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170261311252706786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My own text up at piccadilly  circus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"profane love touches us all" my attempt at trying to be shakesperian in the words i used.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6691372595354530194-1499040925708406791?l=teresamills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/feeds/1499040925708406791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6691372595354530194&amp;postID=1499040925708406791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/1499040925708406791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/1499040925708406791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/2008/02/picadilly-circus.html' title='piccadilly circus'/><author><name>Teresa Mills ARBS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01342290544687386485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TRmxNOLbwUI/AAAAAAAAAik/aMX2uj7lV_c/S220/P1010356%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/R8B1ZfUptfI/AAAAAAAAACY/2vAkiM6w-J0/s72-c/piccaddilly-text-6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6691372595354530194.post-4133601496208309401</id><published>2008-02-23T07:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T04:35:13.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Films</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/R8BBufUptdI/AAAAAAAAACI/00w8_aYHSf8/s1600-h/P1010035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/R8BBufUptdI/AAAAAAAAACI/00w8_aYHSf8/s200/P1010035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170204639159236050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1997 Doug Allen film camerman for the david attenborough series on natural world kindly gave me a copy of his rushes on the film he made on the polar bear in the arctic. He  kindly gave his permission for me to take some frames  from the film to make my own for my exhibition The sublime, i put mahlers adegiato onto the sound and its around 10mins long. Its about how beautiful life can be one minute then the savagery and cruelty that can happen in a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1998 the English National Ballet  kindly let me film their rehearsals for Romeo and Juliette and i made  a short film for my exhibition ' Love religion and Explosives' shown in 1999.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a film called ' The Hug' for my exhibition 'Love warmth and Waterlilies' 20&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/R8CGs_UpthI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQ3vUt5OW5g/s1600-h/The_Hug_live_performance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/R8CGs_UpthI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQ3vUt5OW5g/s200/The_Hug_live_performance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170280479691748882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;04. I asked all the people i knew at the time if they would hug each other so there were lovers, parents and children, friends it followed on from a performance piece i did outside Whitchapel Gallery asking people if they would just hug me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful to all the people who have kindly sponsored me in these projects and also the people who loaned me a camera without i would not have been able to film and still look for sponsorship for a film camera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6691372595354530194-4133601496208309401?l=teresamills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/feeds/4133601496208309401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6691372595354530194&amp;postID=4133601496208309401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/4133601496208309401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/4133601496208309401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/2008/02/films.html' title='Films'/><author><name>Teresa Mills ARBS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01342290544687386485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TRmxNOLbwUI/AAAAAAAAAik/aMX2uj7lV_c/S220/P1010356%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/R8BBufUptdI/AAAAAAAAACI/00w8_aYHSf8/s72-c/P1010035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6691372595354530194.post-6745486026180375450</id><published>2008-02-21T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T07:26:48.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awards</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/R72X8vUptcI/AAAAAAAAACA/qHupNN8JR5s/s1600-h/P1010054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/R72X8vUptcI/AAAAAAAAACA/qHupNN8JR5s/s200/P1010054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169455017042228674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gothica" drawing 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group awards as Artist and Curator&lt;br /&gt;Texaco award for The Sublime exhibition 1998&lt;br /&gt;John Jarrold Trust for "Love Religion and Explosives: 1999&lt;br /&gt;Norwich City Council  "    "          "                        "&lt;br /&gt;Norfolk County Council    "          "                        "&lt;br /&gt;Awards For all for "Love warmth and waterlilies" 2002&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo Awards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Millennium Award Champions for change for "Splash" solo show 2003&lt;br /&gt;Renaisi stamford hill  award                                "                     "&lt;br /&gt;Awards for all for outside sculpture "Tree Bear" and workshops 2004&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6691372595354530194-6745486026180375450?l=teresamills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/feeds/6745486026180375450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6691372595354530194&amp;postID=6745486026180375450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/6745486026180375450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/6745486026180375450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/2008/02/awards.html' title='Awards'/><author><name>Teresa Mills ARBS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01342290544687386485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TRmxNOLbwUI/AAAAAAAAAik/aMX2uj7lV_c/S220/P1010356%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/R72X8vUptcI/AAAAAAAAACA/qHupNN8JR5s/s72-c/P1010054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6691372595354530194.post-3129110877445942095</id><published>2008-02-20T12:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T12:50:26.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing outside sculpture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/R7ySAfUptaI/AAAAAAAAABw/DTv4kYh4BYI/s1600-h/P5100001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/R7ySAfUptaI/AAAAAAAAABw/DTv4kYh4BYI/s200/P5100001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169167009420260770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my first outside sculpture called "Tree Bear" it hung high in a tree in mile end park and i wanted it to grow into the trunk of the tree over time. In 2007 last year when there was a strong wind the tree was blown down and the sculpture went missing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6691372595354530194-3129110877445942095?l=teresamills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/feeds/3129110877445942095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6691372595354530194&amp;postID=3129110877445942095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/3129110877445942095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/3129110877445942095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/2008/02/missing-outside-sculpture.html' title='Missing outside sculpture'/><author><name>Teresa Mills ARBS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01342290544687386485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TRmxNOLbwUI/AAAAAAAAAik/aMX2uj7lV_c/S220/P1010356%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/R7ySAfUptaI/AAAAAAAAABw/DTv4kYh4BYI/s72-c/P5100001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6691372595354530194.post-6402636711744882185</id><published>2008-02-20T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T11:41:04.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>links</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/R7yI-fUptZI/AAAAAAAAABo/JgXSLn7zaBc/s1600-h/P5240197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/R7yI-fUptZI/AAAAAAAAABo/JgXSLn7zaBc/s200/P5240197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169157079455872402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Love" part three of the Lily pads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Website www.teresamills.com&lt;br /&gt;Email teddygalore@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;Associate member of Royal Society of British Sculptors&lt;br /&gt;www.the-arthouse.org&lt;br /&gt;member of london biennale&lt;br /&gt;member of new work network&lt;br /&gt;member of DACS design and artists copyright society&lt;br /&gt;Founder of Artram arts organisation&lt;br /&gt;Workplacements at university with Antony Gormley and late Helen Chadwick&lt;br /&gt;Met Elizabeth Frink when a 1st year junior at kidbrooke Primary  school where she was finishing a sculpture in the school grounds and my tutor sent me out to meet her so she could see my sculpture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6691372595354530194-6402636711744882185?l=teresamills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/feeds/6402636711744882185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6691372595354530194&amp;postID=6402636711744882185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/6402636711744882185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/6402636711744882185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/2008/02/links.html' title='links'/><author><name>Teresa Mills ARBS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01342290544687386485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TRmxNOLbwUI/AAAAAAAAAik/aMX2uj7lV_c/S220/P1010356%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/R7yI-fUptZI/AAAAAAAAABo/JgXSLn7zaBc/s72-c/P5240197.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6691372595354530194.post-1228127870992002758</id><published>2008-02-20T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T11:39:44.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhibitions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/R7yB5PUptXI/AAAAAAAAABY/gYmWi_Hm9j4/s1600-h/The-Bed_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/R7yB5PUptXI/AAAAAAAAABY/gYmWi_Hm9j4/s200/The-Bed_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169149292680164722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Politics pays back" Kowalksy Gallery Great Sutton Street 2007-2008&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing wrong in choosing happiness" UEL Docklands 2006&lt;br /&gt;"Issues of identity" Art house hants 2004&lt;br /&gt;"Legwork" Arthouse Hants 2004&lt;br /&gt;"Love warmth and waterlilies" 2004 Mile end Park Artist and Curator&lt;br /&gt;"Splash" solo show West Reservoir Stoke Newington 2003&lt;br /&gt;"Annual open" Royal society of British Sculptors 2003&lt;br /&gt;"New world contemporary order" Brixton art gallery 2002&lt;br /&gt;"Love religion and explosives" St Margarets Norwich Artist and Curator 1999&lt;br /&gt;"The sublime" Axiom Cheltenham  Artist and Curator 1998&lt;br /&gt;"Airtight" Mall Galleries 1996&lt;br /&gt;"Selected boiled works" 1994 London student radio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6691372595354530194-1228127870992002758?l=teresamills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/feeds/1228127870992002758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6691372595354530194&amp;postID=1228127870992002758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/1228127870992002758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6691372595354530194/posts/default/1228127870992002758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresamills.blogspot.com/2008/02/exhibitions.html' title='Exhibitions'/><author><name>Teresa Mills ARBS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01342290544687386485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/TRmxNOLbwUI/AAAAAAAAAik/aMX2uj7lV_c/S220/P1010356%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqJvJxoD2o4/R7yB5PUptXI/AAAAAAAAABY/gYmWi_Hm9j4/s72-c/The-Bed_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
