Lulibird Art

Been loving seeing some of my works in position at 🙌🏼

Pop along to have a look (PL1 3LA).

- Grab a matcha whilst you’re at it!

9:00-1:00 Mon-Fri.

Sometimes to be alive is to see the moon on a night like tonight and think: “how can we NOT all be poets?”

The world is such an incredibly, stunningly beautiful place and we only need to look up. 🌒

Someone commented recently “you’re ALWAYS so happy and smiley”, and it took me somewhat aback, so I had to think about it. I thought: being alive is such a gift! This life is such a gift and I really feel that with all my heart, every day.

I love coming across the people I see. I love food, and music, and sunsets, and sand between my toes. I really feel overwhelmed by how perfect it all can be, when you slow down enough to see it. (Or when it’s so overwhelmingly, starkly presented that you can’t help but stop to notice!)

The world is screaming at us to sit and love it. To watch clouds scudder across a brightly lit orb, literally glowing - luminescent- from the unseen sun. A cosmic dance, a celestial body who brings out her glitter and pearl-white halo to weave it into our fragile atmosphere.

Such grandeur and performance. I’m so thrilled to start seeking more of these pleasure-giving moments. Simply by sitting with our mother and watching her turn. 🌏 🪐 🌞 🌒

Colours and textures that always form the basis of my work. Stolen little moments of life, death, decay, rebirth.

Bursts of madder-reds, and fluff,
Lovely stuff,
Lovely stuff. ☺️✨🌾

It’s been a moment since I’ve posted to my “creative” page - and it’s been a moment since I’ve been “creative” - ( in the traditional sense).

I’ve been working hard in a new job role in the arts sector - which has been a rewarding and challenging experience. (Going from WFH/part time to a full time role in an expanding team has been amazing - but there are definitely parts of my organisational brain that needed waking up!) 🧠 ⚡️ 📆

However it HAS meant that I’m surrounded my some incredible talent “doing their thing”, and I’ve become nostalgic for the flow state that painting used to bring for me.

Moving cities and coming away from a 7-year relationship means it’s taken a while to find my feet, and find who I am again. But it’s always awe-inspiring to see those who have been ready to give it their all - and pour into their practice. 🎨 🖌️

Meanwhile walks by the sea - feeling soft pebbles and admiring the shapes in driftwood, the blues of the ocean and the Summer very slowly warming the land are all elements that fill my creative cup for now.

It’s been a minute since I posted creatively here. I used to have a page dedicated solely to curating - and I’m sure with a bit of effort I could try and revive it - but often it feels like I’m spread too thin in that regard. Likewise with my writing - I’ve stopped myself from branching out yet again in the fear of another “dead” page.

But it’s why I chose Art as a degree - all the multitudes of wanting to paint, to sing, to perform, to scribble, to annotate. They were all love letters to the universe, to the power of existence and experience.

My “art” has always felt like simply being alive. Loving strongly, caring deeply and wanting to play despite the sore moments.

My name is Eloise. I’m 33, and a multi-disciplinary human being trying to make sense of what it is to be here. Coming to you through the portal of a technological device that has only existed the last 16 years.

I marvel at how much our mammalian brains are having to comprehend - as the firing of synapses try to mimic the firing of electrodes on a circuit board… And how AS creative, deep-feelers and deep-thinkers we are having to shove ourselves into such tiny boxes.

Anyway! Here we are. As always I am here for coffees, poem-prompts and creative de-tangling if anyone needs it. 🖤❤️‍🔥 xx

I will most likely see you in the seedling stage of a new project or fresh endeavour. I look forward to meeting you there.

- Lulibird

🦋 A R T. S A L E 🦋

“Still Life”
Eloise Dunwell
2011

A2

£150. Enquire via DM.

🦋 A R T. S A L E 🦋

“Still Life”
Eloise Dunwell
2011

A3

£65. Enquire via DM.

Sometimes you need to take long breaks, and that’s okay.
Sometimes you might think your work isn’t working, and that’s okay.
Sometimes you need rest, and that’s okay.
Sometimes you may feel your art is unworthy, and that’s okay. (Although I hope you find your way back to worthiness soon).

Sometimes the hill feels too big to climb, and that’s okay. Rest a while.
Sometimes you feel inspired - and that’s okay.
Sometimes you see the pieces starting to fit together, and that’s okay, too.
Sometimes you wish you hadn’t taken such a long break, but enjoyed your art instead, and THAT’S okay, as well.

We are each unique flowers blossoming at different rates - with different codes and patterns unfurling in their own time, with sovereignty over the messages intrinsic to us that we want to share…

Sometimes you need your mum to say: “I think this is worthwhile, and not a crock of sh*t.” And sometimes it’s nice to wish that the phrase “I’m an artist” isn’t tied up with shame around how little of an artist you’ve been.

I found art in the garden - in the way that I applied lip liner - in my poetry. In the keys of my piano and the packing of a Sunday picnic bag for two. I found it in the practice of being joyful. In the watching of the world.
In the being present. In the being lonely. In the “being” of me.

I didn’t have the soul nourishment or the wherewithal to make “big” art. I didn’t have the strength to push. Simply breathe through the discomfort of existence.

But these little tiny moments do make me feel alive. And I love brushing up against the tendrils and ideas that a past me has planted.

For you, I hope some time, today, this hour, or this lifetime, you believe in the artist inside of you, in any way they choose to be expressed, as well. 😘 x
- Lulibird 🖤

A post to “hold space”. Sometimes we have space to push out art, sometimes we are in wait, like the cicada underground that hibernates for 12 years, before waiting for the right moon to hatch and fly.

I’ve been quietly writing, singing, healing, and “surviving” - filling my cup in the way I know best, so as best to come back strong into my art practice.

Whenever someone talks to me and says they haven’t painted or done work for ages, I always say “sometimes our creativity needs to rest!” - and it’s the one bit of advice that I follow, myself.

So rest! Restore! Fill your cups! Walk by the sea. Keep swimming, surviving in order to thrive when your moment arrives 😘

Xx Lulibird

Gosh! Keeping momentum up during a show is difficult! There are so many bits and bobs that I feel I could have done different about this exhibition, but MAINLY it’s been so wonderful to think and imagine my works just sitting there at as people come and go about their day.

What a wonderful way to show your work, with the smell of coffee, and the sunlight pouring in onto those beautiful wooden tables. Their smooth round edges, and the sound of murmuring friends and the occasional peal of laughter.

Showing my work has certainly made me think: “what’s next”/“where next?”, but I wonder if I’ll ever show somewhere as sweet as here, with the plants hanging down to say hello, and people working away at their bits and pieces of life, whilst eating some top m-notch grub!

THANKS FOR HAVING ME, Prime Cafe! what a beautiful space and vibe you’ve created. Totally stoked and honoured to have worked with you! 😉 😘

Love you all! Stay safe! And don’t forget to go and have a look! 🧐 👀 💋 💋

Xx Lulibird



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