Sunday, 24 May 2020

Icarus' Sister...

I found out the other day that I have been lucky enough to have this painting short-listed for the Harley Gallery Open Exhibition 2020.

I wasn't going to post about it because it's hard to share something like this without the worry of sounding like a show-off, and also it might not get through the next round of judging.

But then I thought 'why not'!

I love following artists and designers and celebrating their good news along the way, isn't it funny how harshly we judge ourselves!
So I hope that you don't mind me sharing this piece of news with you, I'm off to do a little happy dance!

Good luck to all the artists who have entered, can't wait for the time that the gallery will be open again!


Saturday, 9 May 2020

Catching The Wave...

It popped into my head the other day while I was in my studio, that painting is a lot like surfing (I do apologise but I'm not sure if that is a metaphor or an analogy)???
Before I go any further, please do not think for one moment that I am a surfer of any kind - if my toe touches the sea I literally shrivel up in a hypothermia-induced panic attack! 
However, my hubby loves to surf and it brings him as much joy as art does to me.

Surfing isn't all about the big wave or the flashy move, and neither is painting.
You have to paddle for a long time and wait patiently for the waves to come. You have no control over this and the only thing that you can do is to show up and be there.
Painting is the same, it's the layers that take hours to build up, the work that will be covered by the more defined marks in the end. It's knowing that although it might be you holding the paint brush, you're not really in control - it's a two way thing.
Surfers are 'dancing' with Mother Nature, sometimes she shows up and will join in, sometimes she's washing her hair.
Painters are creating with... I'm still not sure 'who' to be honest... but I call her the Universe, and again, sometimes she will play and guide the brush marks and happy accidents, and sometimes she's got better things to do!
Sometimes a surfer will ride that big wave and the buzz will last for days, and sometimes the paint just flows. Once in a while it feels like you could literally chuck a bucket of paint at the canvas and the image will appear like magic.
When the Universe isn't being so generous with the old creativity vouchers, you have to hang onto those precious times and have faith that it will return (without getting too philosophical I guess that is the spiritual part of creativity in all its forms, and that is why we carry on even when it's difficult).
Sometimes we suffer the 'wipe-out' and a whole day's painting has to be literally wiped-out because it's just not damn good enough and that's the most valuable lesson of all.
It proves your resilience and faith, not only to yourself but to the Universe. You have to look her straight in the eye and say 'this isn't going to put me off, not one little bit, I'll be back for more don't you worry chuck!'

I hope that you are finding solace in creativity in whatever form brings you joy, my poor hubby can't go surfing at this present time but he'll be back out there when he can.
Sending much love X

Saturday, 2 May 2020

Angel Of Aldis...

During these strange times I've found great solace in my sketchbook.
I wanted to keep a record of the lockdown in some way, I didn't want to put any pressure on myself so I just dip into it whenever i fancy.
I'm also really enjoying playing around with watercolour, gouache and pencil crayons, something that I haven't done in a very long time.
This one is the 'Angel Of Aldis' as I felt like everyone needed a bubble of protection, or someone to look over them, as I was shopping in the supermarket.

I hope that you're keeping safe and sound chucks.
Best wishes.

Saturday, 18 April 2020

My Studio Windowsill...

This week, me and my hubby have finally painted the woodwork in our house.
When I reached my little studio, paint brush in hand, I suddenly stopped as I was painting the windowsill.
I just couldn't 'gloss over' the twenty years' worth of drips, scratches and blobs.

Without sounding too philosophical, I don't want a 'fresh start' when all of this is over.
I want to remember.
And I must not forget.
The unimaginable has happened, and the world has literally had to stop and think.
We've had to re-evaluate, reflect and recalibrate.
And when I watch the news there is tragedy and fear, but now the heroes are making the headlines, not the villains.
And for the first time in my life I actually realise just how much I have.
And just how bloody lucky I am.
And I must not forget.
And so I'm leaving a little patch unpainted on my windowsill, so that in years to come it will remind me about how Life was before.

PS: I can't really find the proper words and I know that this blog post is written in a very clumsy manner.
But today I just had to write this down (more for myself than anything else).

 I send you all my very best wishes chucks, stay safe X

Saturday, 4 April 2020


Yesterday I had a wobbly moment.

I have managed to avoid thinking about things too much recently by keeping busy, but I guess it's only natural that this strategy can only work for so long.
What really helped me was to look around my home and think about all the things that I am grateful for.
I haven't got any expensive furniture or belongings, but everything here is connected to a person or a memory and so to me they are priceless.
It helped to walk around with my camera, looking at the things I walk past everyday with fresh eyes.

If you're feeling the same, perhaps doing this might help you too.

This sausage dog is one of my favourite car boot finds (50p!)

I never realised how many old toys lived in my house, I think I'm a tad sentimental!

I'm not sure what these yellow flowers are called, but I love them, and they were from the remains of a bouquet a friend sent to me.
The vase and little pinch pot were also made by my friends.

The light is made from cable ties and I bought it many moons ago from Habitat and I found the Tretchikoff picture in a charity shop for £5!
I remember that my poor Dad had to carry it around all day and he was so embarrassed! 

I think that books and plants make a happy home (well, they do for me!)

I loves my little orange record player I do!

I had collected LPs (especially ones from the '80's) from charity shops and car boots for many years before I even bought the record player!

These toys were given to me from a friend, they understand my taste in treasures!

(It's okay because I had a word with Miss Dolly, and said that I didn't mind if she came to life at night as long as she didn't stomp around or leave the milk out of the fridge!!!!!!!!!!)

Sending you all my very best wishes and love.

Wednesday, 25 March 2020

Passing Storm...

I hope that you are all safe and well during this very strange time.
I've had to temporarily shut my little online shop for now but I'll let you know when I open my doors again.
Thank you so much for your support and custom.

Wishing you all the best, 
it will pass by chucks...


Sunday, 15 March 2020

Birmingham Snapshots...

Last Sunday we had a little wander around Birmingham and, luckily for us, it was a beautiful sunny day.
I love looking around cities, although I am a bit of a nightmare as I have to stop every two minutes to take random photos!

We found the very fabulous Cow vintage shop and I felt so inspired with their graffiti-cow!
I think I'd really like to get some more spontaneous, abstract mark-making in my own painting.
I love this so much!

Cow vintage selfie opp!

I was also very taken with some of the old-school style shop signs...

Hope you liked my random snaps!
Big hugs to you all!