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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 […]

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

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

As a landscape artist I was interested to visit the Royal West of England Academy exhibition ‘Earth: Digging Deep in British Art 1781-2022’ (now finished). By chance, as is so often the way, I was also part way through ‘Spirit of Place: Artists, Writers and the British Landscape’ by Susan Owens. The two combined set

In September, sick of waiting to be ‘given’ a residency, and finding myself unexpectedly free of family responsibility for a week, I made my own artist’s retreat and residency in Aldeburgh, Suffolk. I exhibited and worked in the Courtyard Gallery and I had access to accommodation near the gallery. Here is my honest account. There

The short answer is because I like to, but the longer answer will make a better blog post. I’ve been asked that question, usually by amateur artists (whom I greatly admire by the way), incredulous that I don’t either paint or print in multiples. And sometimes I see their point- it’s often difficult to articulate

A new film about Eric Ravilious shows his joy, and his wife’s despair, during wartime. I was lucky enough to go to a viewing of ‘Eric Ravilious: Drawn To War’, a new documentary directed by Margy Kinmouth and released in cinemas in July. It features contributions from Ai Weiwei, Alan Bennett, Grayson Perry and Robert

I’m going a bit deep with this one. It started in December with me stealing my husband’s Christmas present (before he’d read it)- Oliver Burkeman’s ‘4000 Weeks: Time and How to Use It’ and is continuing with Tara McMullin’s excellent podcasts and essays, via my favourites Wendell Berry and Michel de Montaigne. Actually no. It