‘Rain on me. Strike me with fire. I feel like lightning in slow motion. I am one fathom deep and contain the unknown. I am vibrating at a frequency invisible to man and I’m ready to be brave.’ Amy Liptrot, The Outrun. The second pa
There’s just something about winter light that I’ve always found a little magic. A quietness, that feels like permission to settle and be still, just for a little while. Hush, oil on paper, available mounted on my website shop now. Link
Some beautiful photos of a purchase a month or so back, sent all the way across the world to Australia for Emma 🤍 Having my work in galleries and exhibitions is wonderful, but there is no greater privilege than having my work in your spaces and hom
Another of the most recent pieces on paper, available on my website now. 🤍 Capturing the light in the darkest of spaces. Alight, original oil on paper, available mounted on high quality white mount-board and backing.
Colours that soothe the soul 🤍🌊🐋💧 Mini watercolours on gorgeous handmade paper. ‘Faraway’ original watercolour on paper. Available from my website shop now.
Salt spray flies • bitter winds & pink fingertips • ‘I can see my breath’ • soft sand & thick socks • bright dancing reflections • raindrop eyelashes • hot tea from old flasks & tired travels home
One of four studies on canvas board, painted whilst in our Highland home after watching a pair of sea eagles circle across the Loch outside. Magic. 🤍 I’ve been loving working on different materials in smaller forms recently, building my conf
‘The hillside burned and bled in deep umbers and rusted iron. I watched, and felt my heart fumble in my chest with love for this place. Every rock and drop of rain, every single dying bracken, every layer of rich red peat lying beneath me.&rsqu
Land • Sea • Sky Windows into memories, emotions & places that mean something a little more. Small, but precious. All my current watercolours on handmade paper are now available on my website shop to purchase now. 🤍 Link in my bio
I will always have a soft spot for dreich days by the sea. Storms that blow in and rattle windows whilst wet socks dry by the fire. Birds that circle above like ghosts in the clouds. Days that grant you the permission to slow down. 🤍 Wishing you a b
‘The water shimmered, and I watched as a thousand colours twisted, shifted, and crashed before me. Aquas, ultramarines, turquoise, deep viridian, and lapis lazulis swirled and swept themselves forwards. Sapphires bled into indigos, teals freckl
‘I found comfort in the constant horizon line, and in the soft blue of distance. When everything else felt wild and untameable, when the pain of the world became too much, that was all I felt I had to steady myself. And so I sat with it, drank