The day my daughter finished primary school, we got ready as normal. Ate breakfast, and with radio playing, just as we were away to leave the house, a song came on. When I Grow Up, from the musical Matilda. As a wee one, my eldest watched Matilda on repeat. Transfixed by the story. The characters. The warmth of
May has been filled with many magical moments. Beginning the month with a trip to Toppings in St Andrew’s for a book talk with Angela Harding. A printmaker and writer, Angela’s work and story is hugely inspiring for me. Lovely to get the chance to chat and converse with her. Nights such as this enliven our spirits. A ladybird
The life of me, felt a little much in April. I chose to find a sanctuary in my creative space. Hiding away in my studio, and drawing, painting and writing a great deal. The tiniest of details, bringing the quiet I required. I have used, for many years now, my art and my writing, as a form of creative outlet.
March came and went in a blink. My birthday month, I felt very blessed to have some time off and that time was spent very wisely, and very worldly, with family and friends. My father remained in hospital for much of the month, but as I have said, all the way along this period in my life, I can’t really
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