Yes, I’ve been pulled in by the lure of ‘going big’ as most artists do at some point. Having been essentially a printmaker, working on paper, for most of my career, I’ve recently been straining at the leash. I want to make immersive art, gestural and bold- and the feeling won’t go away. The downside […]
Going Big- A New Direction for Me Read More »
I’m lucky enough to have been given, by Artspace Lifespace, 3 weeks working in one of the Vestibules at City Hall, College Green in Bristol. These are very grand (and big!) ‘porches’ either end of the building- I’m occupying the one near the Cathedral. I’m having so much fun working most days in there- so
3 Week Residency at ‘The Vestibules’ Read More »
I went to see Lisa O’Neill, an Irish folk (and so much more) singer at St Georges in Bristol last month. I booked the tickets on the strength of one song heard by chance on the radio- a rare occurrence for me. When I arrived, it seemed lots of others had done the same, which
Finding Our Voices Read More »
It snowed. In March. Almost unheard of in the warmer and wet South West. I spent a few minutes watching it float down from our small, awkwardly shaped patch of sky, out the back, between the rooves, chimneys and drain pipes. White on white. Actually grey on grey. The more I looked, the more I
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There are 3 chances to see me and my work this Spring around the UK. First stop is the Paper-Ink-Print Festival at The Landmark Arts Centre in Teddington, South London between the 17th and 19th March. Then, in close succession, I’ll be at Printfest in the Lake District between the 28th and 30th April and
See My Art Work ‘In Real Life’ This Spring Read More »
It wasn’t much of a sunrise, truth be told. I walked out along the coast path, hoping for a spectacle, or even a moment of…something, against the implication of the grey blanket of cloud. I reached the field I love the most. Somehow the camber, the line and roll of it warms my heart, like
A Sunrise Walk in February Read More »
In winter, though the quantity of the light is small, I try to appreciate the quality of the light. Watery, oh so soft, diffused, horizontal. The pink blush of a frosty morning. Unless I wake at 4 or 5am, I don’t get to see this rare, ephemeral light in Summer. So, in Winter, I try
I had a day of white and light. Near enough to Imbolc, the light starting to seep in at the edges of each day. The beginning of the beginning of Spring. The time of a little hope. The day had been predicted- a full array of heart gladdening yellow suns at every hour on the
Landmark Arts Centre in Teddington, South West London has already amassed a formidable reputation for quality art fairs and festivals via it’s annual Spring and Autumn art fairs, and now it’s created the first ‘Paper-Ink-Print Festival’ to celebrate, and give a platform to, all things that involve paper and ink- prints, paper making, art on
I prefer the solstice as a marker myself. I like the connection between us and the light, that is the focus of winter solstice. It makes me think of the ancient peoples who built all those strange and wonderful and perfectly logical calendars in the land- Stone Henge, Avebury, New Grange. Taking those shards of
January- A Place to Start Again, A Place to Walk Away From Read More »