Try as I might, I can’t avoid the feeling that this lockdown has a doomy air about it. Even though some of us are getting vaccinated; even though spring is coming Continue reading
’tis the season – almost!
Usually, on an early december weekend I’d be taking part in both the Selvedge winter fair in town and the Open House studio sale event run by a generous and enterprising group of friends in Balham. Continue reading
a shop, a show, a show-off
I’ve left it rather late in the day to tell you about ‘Painted Treasures’! Continue reading
brushes with reality
A nephew, catching sight of the jars on my studio window-cill (or is it sill?) once asked me what all the paintbrushes were about. “Well, these are the flat ends for straight, choppy and also consistent strokes, Continue reading
just because we can’t see it…
I am sitting at my table, I am eating a late lunch, I am looking out the window: the light is clear, the sky is blue, the leaves flicker the brightest of greens in the sunshine: it seems idyllic. Continue reading
from my window
Each morning when I comb my hair I twist any stray wisps together and float them off through the open window in the belief that they will be found by some sharp-eyed avian and soon be lining a cosy nest. Continue reading
one dot does not a pattern make
A little while ago I was asked to give a lecture on the principles of pattern. Continue reading
…looking forward…looking back…
It’s lovely to welcome some new small people to the planet – several young friends have had babies this year, beautiful boys and girls, twins and singletons – congratulations to you all! Continue reading
after a long silence ….
At the start of March I travelled to Mexico to teach again in Guadalajara. On the way I was re-reading Gulliver’s Travels. Continue reading
the three boxes
