I’m back in Cumbria for a few days, recollecting myself a little after a short trip to Germany. Feeling a bit all over the place at the moment, but I feel lucky to have some time to settle again and reflect a little. Excited to get back into
I’m currently away for a short trip to Germany, finding a little peace in some different landscapes and some fresh dose of inspiration for my practise. Here’s a painting on wood board from a few months ago. Finding the last of the richn
‘Why should I not sit, every morning of my life, on the hillside, looking into the shining world?’ Mary Oliver. I’m up in the Highlands now, and it’s as magic as ever. It’s still cold, but the light is changing, slowly.
‘Looking out at a natural landscape is like looking out at a layered story. It takes practise, learned knowledge and a willingness and patience to look and listen in order to read a landscape. What have these places seen? What has shaped the
One of the new small pieces on wood board I’ve been working on in the last week. About 15x15cm. I love how when working at a smaller scale, every brushstroke and mark can be so expressive. Tomorrow I leave for the Highlands, and I’m so e
Finding space • watching shadows • finding the last of the colour in the February rain showers A new piece, framed. Embers, 20cm diameter, oil on canvas board. Available 🤍
Another of the little landscapes, tiny windows into dreams and memories. Delve, watercolour on paper. Available from my website shop, link is in my bio 🤍
‘But this was a different kind of light. The world became more still. Clouds drifted across the hem of a silver-lit sky, and the heath glowed as if in flames. It was luminescent, otherworldly, and I felt a peace settle across the horizon.&rsquo
Moments from the last couple of weeks. Sketchbook by the river, mackerel skies and priming canvases and panels. One more week in Cumbria before I head back up North, working on smaller pieces on wood board, experimenting & practising. Life
Today I felt the first hints of the returning of that Spring light, and the first cup of tea on the step outside. Magic. I feel like as an artist I’m always chasing the light as it changes throughout the year. How it can change so much within
‘People wear the weather up here, like fraying on a favourite pair of jeans or a hole in knitted jumper. They have aged hands, marked from working in the elements, salt and rock. Their legs are strong, and backs hardened from living against th