I have been working on a new body of work, talking of the night, and of the way the light of the moon… the stars… the aurora, makes us witness the natural world. I have limited my colour palette, and in doing so, a feeling is being created… lending itself to a story told. Words always are a part of
2025 arrived with my father still remaining in hospital, and a hope that within this year, I could carve out moments, and space within my life and home, so that creating would be easier. In making space, allowing more room for the light to get in. Both personally, and in studio and home. Life can throw curve balls, and
It is easy to look back on a year and maybe think that all in all, perhaps it’s not been your best. Concepts in brain can be clouded. But to step back and see it in its entirety, you realise all the good and the wonder that has been BRILLIANT and SHINING dotted throughout it. In reflecting and seeing
Autumn made her think, of blue skies. The clearest. The brightest. So so blue. Blue skies, with threads of silvery cloud stretching. In winding sinew; wisps & wishes. With fallen leaves and warmth from ground, complimentary to the cold air, and cool tones above. Night skies of darkest ink blue, equalling in clarity to daylight hours. Starlight twinkling. Far away
“Words stretched from cloud to cloud in sky scrawled transcript. Silver linings penned of hopes and of dreams… Imaginings cradled, upon and within, sky bound vapour. Held aloft, by air current, turbulence and bluster. Moving rapidly… fleeting from grey to blue.” ~ Jenna Martin Leitch
The green of new growth is not saved just for Spring. Those vital, almost luminescent beginnings, of new leaves, at end of tendrils, can also be seen now. At ‘nearly’ Autumn, the months don’t dictate, what intention the course of nature takes. Ivy growing in brightest hues, where before it, sallow olive greens were evident. Deepest tones and