So, it's been awhile and to everyone who has signed up to my mailing list..thankyou so much and I will be starting to send Newsletters out regularly during this year. It often takes me a little longer than others to get to grips with new tech and there's been a lot going on around here but I will get there, promise.
Since my last post I have moved to a new Studio, still not quite sure how it happened but I was lucky enough to get offered a much bigger space at Turner Dumbrell at the end of last year. It's the former Hay loft and it has fabulous old beams, and tons of atmosphere and I feel very lucky to finally have a space big enough for all my ideas and all the materials I seem to have.
I am offering workshops now that I have all this space. I normally run these on a Saturday but if you prefer a weekday just let me know.
I will be exhibiting as part of the Brighton Artist Open Houses during May with two of my friends and fellow artists at Turner Dumbrell. Do let me know if you are coming to visit or would like an invitation to the private view. All the information and links are on my home page.
Wishing you all the creative happiness in the world.
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These are just a few of the lovely people I share space with at the Turner Dumbrell Workshops in Ditchling in the UK. We all have our own studios and workshops. I have been here for three years now and am so grateful to have my small space and this community of artists and makers,
At the moment we are preparing to open for Lewes Artwave - weekends in September 11 - 26.
It's quite a challenge as to how I can display my work and and still keep the Studio as a working area during the week.
I have been spending a lot of time painting these past months and neglecting the background work and actually its nice to be back here and be thinking of ways to bring something more to this space.
Creativity takes so many forms and it's really about what nourishes us and helps us to find our way and feel we are part of something more meaningful. I really enjoy my Instagram and please pop over and say hello (Link on the home page) But I would like the monthly Newsletter to be more personal and targeted around the work I do and why I am so committed to supporting others in having a creative practice.
I honestly feel that now, more than ever, finding connections and ways to support each other is so important. I can help with overcoming the initial blocks to carving out time for yourself and also to inspire ways of finding and keeping a creative practice that is deeply nourishing and personal to you.
I hope that over time as we get to know each other we can build connections and move towards a more mindful way of being in this world.
If something of my work or words resonates I would love for you to sign up to my Monthly Newsletter mailing list and keep in touch.
Who knows why some images appeal
like these flowers
picked from the grass outside my Studio
last year ago
There is thick plastic resting on the window ledge
flakes of gesso and old paint, bits of plaster from the days
when I pressed flowers into clay and made prints. It feels
There is something in this softness
something that I have taken into new work
Mixing a tiny amount of this light yellow into turquoise paint
creates a colour
that always feels like a deep breath
like a wide, quiet beach
and bare feet
taken in a big shed
on a piece of land
that has watched a family
born and grow and return to dust
Artists have lived here, makers and dreamers. Rough hands who have worked the land.
This still life has been thrown together at the end of long days
it makes my heart hurt
these walls do talk
they absorb stories from ones so far back we barely remember them
and the stories become paintings
really how can words ever say
what these old corrugated walls hold
This old armchair sits in a shed. It rocks quietly, maybe, when the heavy door is shut.
I took photos when I went back. I was careful not to fall in the Well. There were timbers over the top and it might not be that safe.
The chair was heavy. With dust. With someone still there.
There is a wood stove in the corner, drums and white buckets. Gas bottles, they're everywhere.
Stories like lead. They sink.
They take you deep
There are footprints in the dust