In the Churchyard, on the opposite side of the path from the Stanhope Forbes family gravestone – a recumbent stone of Thomas ? who died in 1742, and the part of the inscription that is legible:
“This world is like the sea
In it I’ve er toss’d
By winds and storms
Til life itself is lost….”
Filed under my sketchbook pages, Walks
In a moment of weakness I stopped making art and suspended my practice for 6 years. This blog shows my attempt to get my professional practice back on track, sharing impulses, visual notes and things that tease my mind or catch my eye. A gradual process of peeling away the skin to reach the core of my creativity.
