Playing with Space: A Cast of Shadows

Out for a frolic with the dogs on the beach late last week.  Although it was still bitterly cold the sun was bright enough to cast lovely shadow shapes on the sand. Poppy, the poor deaf-(dumb)-and-blind spaniel – although spritely for all of her 15 years –  needs to be ‘guided’ on the lead, but…

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Marking Time.

Landslip 1 & 2 The subject is the same for both images but there are seventeen years that separate them.  There is nothing new about whole chunks of cliff face falling onto the beach and we have witnessed more cliff falls than usual this winter.  But as a subject that I have returned to it…

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Winter Blues

Winter is a time when I willingly retreat into hibernation.  As the bare earth becomes cooled and still, I enter into a place of deep reflection.  It is a dark place but not a forbidding one.  On the contrary, the darkness is positively charged with potential fecundity.  It is a private and sacred space, and…

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Free Spirits

The following extract is part of an email sent to me this week by a dear friend.  It describes a dream she had.  I have added a painting I did last November that I thought was appropriate.  It is so wonderful when things like this happen out of the blue, and it arrived just after…

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Note to Self

As my working space has shrunk to a small kitchen table, I have cut my (table) cloth accordingly.  Thus, the humble post-it note has become my scaled-down sketchbook for the time-being.  These images all began with pencil drawings arranged on a grid of post-it notes.  Layers have been added to build up images with overlays…

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