‘It is time now, I said, for the deepening and quieting of the spirit among the flux of happenings. Something had pestered me so much I thought my heart would break. I mean, the mechanical part. I went down in the afternoon to the sea which h
‘The light softened, and the day sighed. Water lapped at the shore, and the soft hum of early spring filled the air. Life had begun to feel just a little lighter, and I was ready to breathe it all in.’ Balance, 15x15cm, oil on wood board
An exciting new adventure 🤍 In preparation for my upcoming solo show later in the year, The Places Between Land and Light, I am going to be visiting as many Thin Places as I can, documenting my experiences and creating a body of work that explores
Treasures from wild and secret places 🐚 I’ve been spending a lot more time recently up North at our Highland home. Building, planting and spending time with my family- showing them the life I’m creating here. Changes are happening, and
If Spring was a painting 🌷 ‘Around their wreath of darkness the leaves of the world unfurl.’ Mary Oliver 🌱 I’m super excited about my newest piece on wood panel, full of texture, energy and life. I loved being able to make a pie
“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