Whilst in Australia this week, I read about something in my book called Dadirri. Dadirri is an Indigenous word in the Ngangikurungkurr language, and means ‘ inner, deep listening, and quiet, still awareness.’ I’ve been practisin
Slowly finding my rhythm here in Australia, and spending a lot of my time by the ocean. Being by the water is one of the only places I feel calm these days, between the news of challenges at sea from J, to the constant rush of new experiences whils
Delighted to share that a selection of my work will be going to the Summer Open Exhibition at the Harbour Cottage Gallery in Kircudbright this July! The exhibition will run from the 27th July to the 9th August, and is featuring a while range of won
A framed piece I photographed before I left for Australia, soft skies & hazy horizons. The landscape here is so different, it’s taking me a little bit of time to adjust. But I’m looking forward to some pressure-free painting in the
‘Women’s bodies are like water. We have the tides in our blood. Salt water pours from our eyes. There is sweetness in our mouths. A place where life is born, grows, dies. We hold a pain in our history, stored in our bones. It sinks slow
The heavy summer rain has been pretty gorgeous at times in these last few weeks. Every sense is woken up: the electric greens everywhere you look, the smell of the damp earth, the sound of the rain on your jacket, the cool droplets on your skin, even
I’ve been framing up some recent pieces this past week 🤍 This piece (a favourite) is heading to an exhibition in July! I don’t have a studio to photograph my work in, so garden it is again, in between the rain showers. (Next to the blos
The cold beading of rain on your skin, the sound of the wind as it cuts across the surface, the scattering of sand that sticks to your boots. These are the things I will spend a lifetime trying to capture in the paint. It’s alive & imperfec
‘I lay awake, the glow from the summer night sky cutting through the darkness from behind the bedroom curtain. I get up and go downstairs, quietly in the soft hours of tomorrow. I watch the sky from the kitchen window, a myriad of velvet blues
‘So simply to look on anything, such as a mountain, with the love that penetrates to its essence, is to widen the domain of being in the vastness of non-being. Man has no other reason for his existence.’ Nan Shepherd Some fabric experime