“Mankind is sated with noise; but up here, this naked, this elemental savagery, this infinitesimal cross-section of sound from the energies that have been at work for aeons in the universe, exhilarates rather than destroys.” Nan Shepherd
‘I love stillness. Slowness. When nothing is happening. The blueness of the sky. Inhaling clear air. Birdsong over traffic. Lone footsteps. Spring flowers blooming with defiance. I used to think the quiet patches felt dead. Now they feel more a
This piece and another are currently being displayed at the lovely @edenvalleyartisticnetwork Spring Open Exhibition in their Penrith gallery! There’s a whole range of wonderful work by local artists being shown now, until the 24th of April ?
‘The deepness of the blue was almost overpowering. A colour you could drown in, if it wasn’t for the slither of light on the shimmering surface anchoring you to the sky that watched above. I let the sound of it wash over me, let the tides
‘But now and then comes an hour when the silence is all but absolute, and listening to it one slips out of time. Such a silence is not a mere negation of sound. It is like a new element, and the world is suspended there, and I in it.’ Nan
Spring storms and high tides 🌊 The changing seasons, once again, fuelling the paint being put to paper. Original oil on paper, mounted. Available from my website shop, link is in my bio. 🤍
Another Spring painting prophecy 🤍 Choose a number and discover your very own painting and reflection! I love doing these little ‘choose your own’ posts, inspired by the ever-wonderful work of @morganharpernichols All of these painti
‘I do not live happily or comfortably With the cleverness of our times. The talk is all about computers, The news is all about bombs and blood. This morning, in the fresh field, I came upon a hidden nest. It held four warm, speckled eggs. I tou
It’s felt like a long winter and world has felt pretty heavy, but take this as a small reminder that the light is on its way back, spring is only a week away, and the cold and dark is never as strong as it seems. A love letter to the last of
‘I closed my eyes and the world outside rushed. The soft sweep of marram grass in the dusk air anchored me where I lay, as the delicate sounds of curlews spiralled and threaded amongst the endless rumble of waves below me. I could still taste t
Some process shots of an old favourite 🤍 I often find it a little difficult at first to explain my process for paintings, but at the same time I love sharing knowledge and skills with others. I believe the art world needs to become more open and
These blue skies have me dreaming of crystal aqua waters and adventures to new parts of the North West coast. The frost seems to be clinging on, but hope (and sun) is on the horizon 🌱 Original watercolours on handmade cotton paper, available fro