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Gemma-She who Paints the Quiet, Bath Spa University, Newton St. Loe, Bath (2026)

04/09/2026

Maybe the path was there all along.✏️

Maybe my heart knew where to unafraidly step through its open door.
What if stillness was the way forward?

This Argentinian born travelling violinist must have been listening to the promptings rising beneath our feet.
That's all I can say God.

This drawing born from a quiet season of stillness, solitude and silence in 2021, with the heart as my only guide, the land and the whispering trees that subtly & slowly led right here this evening.
I came to sit in St Mary’s, Stogumber at dusk, under the setting sun.✨️

There was no paintbrush nor easel tonight.
No shouted-out prayers for healing and restoration to stain glass windows.
Just my listening ears instead, roaming the world without even going anywhere, completely rooted here among these Quantock Hills churches.

It was a truly delightful experience.
You could say my eyes were shown the reality of an art path unfolding once deemed unbelievable,or even possible,one that was only a drawing a few years ago in the quiet glow of the setting sun.

It hasn't always been my first choice just to sit and observe unseen words rippling out and upwards into the heavenly atmosphere creating a long lasting impact.

Resting hasn't always been a priority of mine.
Yet this evening started something to remind myself of what truly matters.

This year, my own feet haven't travelled far from the land itself I was personally born upon.
Yet somehow surrounded by churches, the land,art, and true courage, I felt the world open up in deep awe and appreciation.

❤️ 🌳 ✝️ 🙏 🌎

04/09/2026

What if Stillness was the Key to open the door to your World.✝️

Sometimes, our deepest instinct tells us to act, to run. Yet, the most committed act of faith is often the exact opposite.
It requires us to step back, to quiet the noise of our own expectations and simply become still.
What if becoming still and aligning with our natural habitat was the start?

When we pause, we stop worrying and instead allow the master artist to work.

Faith in these moments is not always easy, as it requires developing a listening ear to see beyond and explore what remains

Choosing to observe the subtle shifts in our lives, to explore the unexpected paths opening before us and to protect the fragile places of hope within our hearts.

By stepping out of the way, we are led to observe this grand painting unfold naturally today.

“Open our eyes, O Lord, to the quiet way.”🙏

This is our prayer.
It is a plea to look past the loud, demanding distractions of the world and notice the sacred in the ordinary,illuminating light & wisdom leading the way forwards in this vital landscape during this quiet season.

The quiet way does not rush.
It does not shout for attention.
It is found in the stillness of a morning, or in the cool breeze of the setting sun,where the gentle guidance speaks only when we are quiet enough to listen.

In this stillness, we see that the canvas of our lives is already being beautifully painted; we only need the eyes and the faith to see it.

❤️ 🌳 🎨 🌎

02/09/2026

Seeing differently.🌳

August began with my own hands in the soil, pressing smooth, quiet seeds into the dirt of those pots.
I was there to help someone else tend to their garden in a neighbouring village,but in truth,the earth was tending to my own true self,
I'm beginning to see.

In the weeks since, lots has shifted.
Those seeds have broken through the dark, stretching upward, changing shape daily, insisting on life
Watching them rise today as we start September
I realise how much I have changed too.
I have slowed down,noticing more not only as a woman, mum & daughter,but as an artist too.

Art is my first priority.
It is my passion.I love going into that moment when the world & its chaos simply falls away
Asking jesus to draw near hasnt always been my main priority
Yet
My breathing has grown deeper,matching the unhurried pace of things that grow without rushing.

This grounding connects completely with my painting. The colours are no longer just marks on canvas; they are intertwined with this newfound tenderness.

Holding space for elderly parents as I continue to understand them & their senior years brings a beautiful poignancy to every day.
It is a fragile season,watching those who carried you, requiring care that mirrors the delicate watering of new shoots.

My dad found his own moment of calm and stillness through art collaging a few days ago in hospital piecing together fragments into a quiet whole.
Seeing him find peace in that process showed my own eyes that creativity is not about production,or perfection but about returning to what matters

What if I don't have it all figured out & the path has unexpectedly chosen to be still

What if I can just paint, listen & tell Jesus exactly what makes a place like this feel so deeply loving?

I want to sit in this stillness & paint it all down as a personal testimony.
As i choose to calm my soul
My soul explicitly chooses this unhurried heart stepping away from the frantic pace of the world There is a holy pace here,a quiet transformation unfolding in the garden, on the canvas&in the soft,places of my own heart

❤️ ✝️🌏

01/09/2026

O lord Open my Eyes to the New 🙏

The quiet choosing of this season is a gentle returning to what matters most.
Standing before the canvas, the noise of the world simply fades away.
In this moment of abiding, there is only the slow, intentional power of a single step forward, an opening of the eyes to the newness that God is weaving into the day.

Half an hour spent painting this unfinished painting became a quiet sanctuary the soul learns to just remain in today.
Rooted in the healing power of God's word only.
There is a gentle tenderness in this stillness, a silent wonder that fills the atmosphere when you stop trying to figure everything out and simply choose instead to follow the way.

It is a moment of deep knowing, an unshakeable assurance that God’s unfailing love is entirely enough to sustain you.
❤️ ✝️ 🌳 🌞

31/08/2026

The Stillness whispered the New is here 🌳

I haven’t done much today.
I haven’t even picked up a paintbrush as of yet.
Yet, here I am writing, following the path that led from here to here, to stand beside the wild pools of the Quantocks.
They are refilling today.
The water is returning, a miracle to observe in this vital landscape.
Thank you, God, for refreshing our hearts in these ordinary moments.

I stood right beside the still, rising waters, right where a goal once used to be.
It is a path that slowly asks for us to pause ,to listen,to believe in what you can not always see but just know its the way.

As a solitary woman of faith aged 48, who walks deepening a Celtic practice, this place holds a distinct, deep monastic feel.
It rises from a place of absolute calm and stillness, carrying the ancient, watchful sense of Psalm 121. Gazing upwards towards the hills, there is a gentle knowing of where my help comes from, resting completely in that eternal, monastic protection.

I felt as though I could be walking like one of these disciples, moving with the hushed pace of the land.

Did I go in search of the sun, moon, and stars, or are they simply part of the way forwards, unfolding the path as I watch?
Listening to the wind is one of my absolute favourite things to do.
You cannot see the coolness, yet there is this quiet confidence that it is leading the way today.
Then, the wind picked up to almost a roar.
I stood right beside the yellow flame gorse.
It felt like a physical warmth, a visible light rooted deeply in God’s word.
The older I get, the more meaningful seeing simply where I live naturally becomes.

❤️ 🌳 ✝️

30/08/2026

A Vessel in the Quiet 🎨✨

It is not every day you see someone walk into a serene rural church with an easel and paints Today, yes I stood barefoot to the quiet beauty of West Quantoxhead church to paint during worship, setting up my easel in the sacred space of the Lady Chapel.

When the rector asked me to paint at this service,which featured a guest speaker& the work of the Salvation Army,something deep inside knew it was a moment meant to be. ✨

This isn't my first time creating art here. Back in 2021, during a very quiet, unfolding season of my life, I made some of my first drawings from this building.
Perhaps that quiet season is when God is actually the loudest, drawing us closer to simply abide under His wing. 🕊️

Today felt like a fresh beginning,as if the old has gone & the new is here.
I sat with one of my absolute favourite stained-glass windows again.
The sun, moon & stars are small details on this glass; your eyes have to gaze upwards toward the hills to even notice them.
Observing this path unfold fills my heart with gratitude. God, I am honoured to be a light.

Lately, I’ve been reading The New Celts: Following Jesus into Millennium 3, which talks beautifully about the intersection of worship & the .
are a deep part of my lineage; I often feel my ancestors were called to build these very structures along this outstanding Quantock Coast.
I love honouring that history, the land,the legacy we carry to make a modern difference.

It has taken time to overcome the fear of painting in public.
This felt entirely different from speaking aloud at the World Day of Prayer in this same church.
Yet, speaking out loud on behalf of others provided the inner confidence I needed to begin today quietly using what I have to make a difference through
. 🎨

What if I didn't finish the painting? A still voice whispered that is perfectly okay.
The act of sitting, listening&creating is the real act of .

To round off this meaningful day,also my daughter’s birthday.
We celebrated quietly this afternoon in our own sanctuary, away from crowded places.
Maybe that quiet, intentional space is who we truly are & in His eyes, that is enough
♥️✝️🌏

30/08/2026

They say twenty-one is a milestone, but you have carried a quiet wisdom and deep understanding since you were little.
Your wise soul and kind heart make the world a better place.

Thank you for always being such a thoughtful and grounding presence in our lives.

Here is to celebrating you today and all the bright paths ahead.

Happy 21st birthday Abi
❤️

29/08/2026

This way,the silent track whispered 🖊

The returning path ahead isn't meant to be entirely clear just yet.
As I breathe deeply,this evening the fresh perspective, sea, hill, wood, words handwritten long ago in a quiet season of 2020 -2021 on this very land and church I walked ,explored, stood & lived.
As the painting continues to unfold itself.
Revealing what remains.
The heart observes
Listening tentively

"Sometimes you need to step out in faith.
Sometimes the path is clearer than you think.
Sometimes the most meaningful growth happens when we step off the paved path and truly believe in the healing power of God's word.

For now, let the horizon hold the questions.
The sea reminds you to flow.
The hill reminds you to rise.
The wood reminds you to grow deep roots.
You are exactly where you need to be."

I know why I'm here.
God knows why I am here.
And that is enough
Simply Abiding in his presence.

❤️ 🌳 🌄✝️ 🙏

28/08/2026

Simply Abiding 🦅

The collaborative memorial painting at our local art group found its way into someone else’s hands today and in that subtle shift, the paintbrush truly landed.

Watching the art session unfold from this new perspective felt like looking through an entirely different lens.

A canvas, initially sparked during an Evensong service at a Quantock village church, found its way here today to land directly into the heart of Holford.

Both canvases carry the deep history and active life of these Quantock villages, gathering the faith filled,spirit led community and the very land of those who walked before us into a single vision.

Surrendering a personal agenda made it possible to simply abide in this canvas to fully focus on.
Whispering I am the way.
Where every individual carries meaning rooted in
sea,hill & wood wisdom.

It reminds us that the path is unfolding beautifully. Believe it or not, with all the numberless goings on of life as Coleridge once quoted.

God knows exactly what He is doing, even when the broader picture remains hidden from our sight.

This vital landscape connects us deeply from here to here, deepening our practice of being still & simply listening

Within this vibrant, collective process, the true peace of God becomes visible, grounded in the serene beauty of the Quantocks and the shared spirit of many hands working together.
❤️ 🌳 🙏 ✝️ 🌎

27/08/2026

As each day unfolds✝️

The dusty track stretches out before my eyes each step a deliberate descent into history.
Observing wisdom rising.
I look intently at the weathered footprints pressed into the earth.
I find myself whispering into these impressions left by those who walked before, acknowledging their presence, their prayers.
Along the borders of the sunlit path through the silent valley.
Prickled blackberry hedgerows grow thick and wild.

Reaching out to pick the ripe fruit becomes a simple act of appreciation,a physical connection to immediate goodness.
In Celtic history, these very hedgerows were seen as symbols of the crown of thorns, a vivid reminder of sacrifice woven directly into the fabric of the natural world.

This connection deepens my understanding of Jesus on a grounded level, transforming a simple walk into an encounter with the divine.

This landscape demands a posture of stillness; it's asking to be a woman simply abiding in Him.
Here, Psalm 138 resonates deeply.
Amidst the quiet growth, I listen closely to the still, gentle voice moving through the branches.
In this quietude, the testimony of His nearness becomes overwhelmingly clear.
The voice whispers a promise of comfort for the moments when days grow weary and the road feels too steep to climb.

It speaks of the times He picked me up, carried my heavy burdens and safely placed my soul under the shelter of His wing.

Writing this is just not about painting a pretty picture with words. It is about truly listening to the promptings and the quiet power of the land.
The earth holds the memory of His faithfulness; the hedgerows stand as silent witnesses to His enduring protection.

By slowing my pace to match the path gathering fruit becomes a sacred conversation between Saviour and soul.
This track is no longer just a path through the countryside.
It is a living testimony of a walk taken in surrender, wrapped securely under the shadow of His wings.

❤️ 🌳 🙏 🌎

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