Tomorrow is the first day of my solo exhibition at the Harbour Cottage Gallery in Kirkcudbright! 🤍 I’ll be showing 2+ years of work, inspired by these sacred and magic landscapes that have shaped who I am, and that I now call home. Feeling ve
Some new watercolour pieces I’ve been working on recently, in preparation for my exhibition in a week and a half’s time! I’ll be in the Harbour Cottage Gallery in Kirkcudbright from the 11th to the 17th of October, with both new a
‘The autumn came with wind and gold.’ Another new piece that I’ve been working on the last few weeks. The cooler days are coming thick and fast now, the seals have returned to their rocks in the bay outside the cabin, and the de
Last weekend I had the privilege of showing my work alongside the wonderful Sheila Maclean for the Art Walk Porty event in Edinburgh. It was a great couple of weekends, with lots of people coming by to view our work. Thank you so much to everyone w
So delighted to say that I’ll be taking up residence once again at The Harbour Cottage Gallery in Kirkcudbright next month! The exhibition, The Places Between Land and Light explores the concept of Thin Places, and our relationship with natur
I’ve finally noticed the air starting to change in these last couple of weeks. Something about the light shifts slightly, and the birdsong becomes just a little quieter. Best of all, the heather is blooming on the hillsides. Autumn is beginn
‘So swimming is a rite of passage, a crossing of boundaries: the line of the shore, the bank of the river, the edge of the pool, the surface itself. When you enter the water, something like metamorphosis happens. Leaving behind the land, you go
One year ago today, I met this beautiful soul on the other side of the world and had the adventure of a lifetime. I spent three months in Australia, travelling, painting and waiting to meet J at the harbour after he crossed the entire Pacific Ocean
‘The water shimmered, bright and clear. I watched as a green ribbon of seaweed danced with the tide, and listened to the seagulls overhead. We poured tea from the flask, collected shells and feathers and let ourselves be carried away by it all.
‘Have you ever seen anything in your life more wonderful than the way the sun, every evening, relaxed and easy, floats toward the horizon and into the clouds or the hills, or the rumpled sea, and is gone– and how it slides again out of
‘We wake to falling light, gentle on the hills, quiet but for the rain on the earth.’ I feel like my relationship with painting is always changing, and in the last month I’ve been working really hard to create new work, and improv