July sky

I’ve had the same set of watercolours in a Windsor and Newton black enamel tin since I was a first year art student at Falmouth. Over the years the pans of colours have been renewed but it’s one of those little constants I return to that makes me feel secure. I started doing quick sketches in watercolour of lockdown skies in March. I didn’t think I would need to make another sketchbook to contain them all. Yesterday it was an even pale grey all day so I didn’t bother painting it. Today it looks more interesting so I may well do several. There are no rules other than to be guided by the wind.

In progress

Unfinished ( only just started) altered portrait number 3. I tend to start with the eyes or an eyebrow. Who knows how it will turn out… The eyes are speaking to me so I will carry on.

I’m making these portraits using a vintage studio portrait as my starting point.

She looks like a movie star in the photograph, but I am not interested in replicating what the photographer had in mind.

Last week I went to the Frieze Art Show in London. There were no typewriters but many pairs of fancy pants parading around. It was a lot of fun and it made me think hard about what I want to do when I make marks on paper. I had a deep discussion about the origins of art and it transpires I’m a romantic. Not really a surprise!

Ok, have a good weekend x

Come in, have a cup of tea. It’s National Poetry Day in the U.K.

Friends, I invite you to browse sections of my poetry shelves wherever you are in the world, because every day is poetry day. I think we need poetry more than ever, and I think we need to read it in solitude on paper and to hear it spoken in a crowd, we need to read each other poetry at bedtime, and over a breakfast coffee. Leave a poem in a random place. When the world flips its middle finger at you, flip a poem right back at it. With love.