Having been painting a lot of monotone patterns for the last few days, in answer to an intriguing and tricky brief, I found myself breaking out into bright colours last night. Continue reading
mudlarking on my mind’s beach
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Having been painting a lot of monotone patterns for the last few days, in answer to an intriguing and tricky brief, I found myself breaking out into bright colours last night. Continue reading
It may rain stair-rods or cats and dogs over these isles, but in France it’s frogs, ropes, or lances, depending on the force of the downpour. Continue reading