Nat Hall

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Nat Hall
Name
Nat Hall 
City
Sandwick
Country
United Kingdom
Joined
Mar 2008

Poet and visual artist based on 60N, Shetland, Scotland, with a passion for words, the elements, sea-, skyscapes & nordic light reverberated by the ocean…

My grand mother gave me the bug for two particular things, books & photography, which I’ve nurtured from the tender age of 6.
Until I was able to get my very first SLR, she’s always ensured I’d cultivate a shared passion. From B&W to colour, her continuous encouragements enabled “artistic growth”.

Welcome to my nordic garden, i hope it will make you smile and want to dip ;-)))

...And talking of garden, please visit:

www.myspace.com/garden2garden

as some selected work is tightly entangled to another, situated on the other side of our Earth… Where poetry turns into sounds.

Journal Entries

Off the Isles this weekend for a trip to the old domes...

Posted 1 day ago, 3 comments so far.

Portfolio featured in "Waves" - wow! Thank you, John! :)))

Posted 10 days ago, 9 comments so far.

New works featured in Heritage in Stone group - Thank you Bev and Richard!

Posted 17 days ago, 14 comments so far.

First EVER sale!!!!

Posted 17 days ago, 14 comments so far.

"shelter" featured in Poetry Barn - thank you!!!

Posted 21 days ago, 12 comments so far.

Artwork selected for CPA Homepage & CEIIA's Round Trip Issue I e-zine!!!

Posted 24 days ago, 12 comments so far.

Selected artwork at The Bonhoga, Shetland's main Art Gallery :)))

Posted 26 days ago, 16 comments so far.

First term on RedBubble - wow!!!

Posted 29 days ago, 18 comments so far.

Hays Dock Featured in Nautical Group!!!

Posted about 1 month ago, 12 comments so far.

Thank You, Sylvia!!! :)))

Posted about 1 month ago, 2 comments so far.

Writings

Signals

Hear my wind chime deep inside you. Earth, wind, our pulse, like a mantra – / our will to beat miles / of oceans,

Skydiver

It’s like a dream, / strangest of game – / I braved your shield to hear your song, / I dared to dive, / I still have stardust on my suit.

Havra

There, there, / don’t hold your tears. / It’s in your eyes that big blue dream, / like suspended on each ripple – / holding hostage that small lighthouse,

homeworld

60 to the highest dreamer! When I think of homeland, / I look at earth, ancient part of / your American universe – / domes of heather / above ocean, / our Atlantic,

The Samurai

Gutting a fish / is like ripping yourself apart – / sharpness on the folded metal / rakes off your coat,

Tale from the Blade

“Oh Magnus, for da love o God!” she yelled at one whom she suddenly recognised. Magnus did not answer. In his anger he pulled a knife – that very same knife, shiny-sharp blade

Watchlist

  • Kristina Kitchingman
  • The InnerNortherns .
  • IslandImages
  • Farah M
  • Holly Werner