Travelling Together As Artist And Writer

Originally posted on Art Inspired by Nature Blog:
This week’s post is a little different, as this is a joint blog post written by myself and my writer husband: Justin Fenech. This is the first of our collaborative posts, where we’ll chat to you about travel, ourselves and each other and what inspires us abroad…

The Four B’s of Budapest – III – Buda Castle

    A Medieval castle built in the 13th century that was renovated into a Baroque behemoth in the 18th. Buda Castle is the landmark that is most prominent on the banks of the Danube. It controls an eye-catching hill, just across Chain Bridge, and at night is a fortified beacon of soft pride. Nowadays,…

The Four B’s of Budapest – II – Beauty

  “Youth is happy because it has the capacity to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.” ― Franz Kafka   It seems to me, that throughout its history, Budapest has kept the ability to see beauty. Indeed, even now as Hungary enters another millennium of existence, it can…

The Four B’s of Budapest – I – Buildings

    Budapest was once an important city in a powerful empire obsessed with luxury. Walking through its streets today, you can still feel it. Imagine walking down Rome and feeling surrounded by the glory of Ancient Rome, or London and its Victorian heyday. Budapest easily ranks amongst those cities that combines an opulent history…

7 Reasons Why Writing is Art

  Why is writing an art form? It’s an intimate question that has permeated many of our subconscious thoughts. Unlike other art forms, people who are not authors or poets, frequently find themselves needing to write in their daily lives. We write emails, letters, cards, notes, assignments – the list goes on. We seldom find…

5 Steps to Being a Minimalist Writer

  The days of Marcel Proust are over. Writing single sentences that stretch out to 600 words won’t impress anyone. As Hemingway famously replied to Faulkner’s accusation that he didn’t know how to use big words: “Poor Faulkner. Does he really think big emotions come from big words?” I certainly don’t think so. Hemingway was…

Running Away from Valparaiso

  The bus comes to a stop, the winter sun shines heavily on the hills. The hills are burdened with the ant-farms of old, wooden houses. Walking away from the worn bus station we enter one of the main streets of Valparaiso. First impressions of Valparaiso: no, not yet. You don’t want to express your…

Variations on a Grey

  The only consistency in this deceptively static landscape is the cold. Wherever you walk and look frost adds a second layer of skin unto anything. But the weather in the Torres del Paine is as random as a slot-machine. Day to day you never know what you’re going to get. After our Patagonian Odyssey…

The Patagonia Diaries

    We left Puerto Natales and ahead of us was the immense road. It was as if we were traversing continents, but all we were doing was travelling from point A to point A.2. This Patagonia is like a solar system on the very fringes of our planet. Our driver, Luis, was a Santiago…