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A blog documenting my experiences studying an MA in Multi-Disciplinary Printmaking at the University of the West of England, Bristol.

Musings from my attic studio during COVID Lockdown.

Expressive • Contemporary • Modern Art

Reflection 2nd and 3rd Mentoring (I’m confused it might only be 2nd!)

Curated by artist Colette Lilley, participants were selected who work with drawing and who are active on instagram

2020 first quarter was shaping up to be very busy in my small studio, where I have been teaching one-to-one workshops in contemporary encaustic wax for a few years.

Drawings created while walking repetitively around the outside of the house

Since so many of us globally are confined to our homes and gardens because of Covid-19 pandemic. I thought it would be an opportune time for self-reflection, hence the title, ‘Confessions of a Garden Hermit’.

Art and environment – where art is used to connect people with nature

Strategies for creativity when the world is in chaos

Commissioned as artist of the north to work with environmental organizations to help protect some of the most endangered species in England.

This summer I’m experimenting with non human drawings. Paper is taped to a hanging tray and a pen placed above that in free movement. The tray is loaded with enticing bird treats. The wind and the birds make the drawings.

This week on the blog, I calm down and get reflective after a month or two of slightly frenzied painting output.
And actually get around to writing on my blog.
I know. It’s been a while.

Working in homemade lye soap and its relevance surrounding the genocide of witches.

Impressions in buildings and impressions in sculpture

An exploration into the desexualised accumulation of female forms

I have spent months addressing the perception of the female. That a woman with intelligence is powerful. That a woman with power is dangerous. That a woman must be stopped from thinking about power. That a woman must be stopped […]

Casting my own body as a ritualistic form of unerstanding