The Windowsill

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Just an excuse to use the red in the palette in as pure a form as possible and imagining a place I’d be happy to be sat. I can almost smell the coffee and croissants. Advertisements

Catwoman

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As a teenager I was obsessed with cats. Not in the fluffy-kitten way. I loved their cool, Egyptian, god-like, Gothic, sexy, independent, don’t-touch-me-unless-I-want-you-to, rub-against-your-legs-and-disappear, stare-you-out, mystic, sophisti-cat, qualities. I desperately desired those qualities for myself and aspired to cultivate them. … Continue reading

Clapham High Street Station

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Sometimes it’s not about beauty at all. Instead, something in the rhythm of a collection of shapes strikes me, calls me and I have to go and dance to that rhythm for a while. A limited colour palette can give … Continue reading

The River at Bagnor

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“So many colours on the hillside, each different in shadow and in sunlight; such brilliant reflections in the pool, each a key lower than what they repeat; such lovely lights gilding or silvering surface or outline…” Sir Winston Churchill ~ … Continue reading

Skye

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I count this as my first watercolour. I’d painted using watercolour paints years before but used them like a thin gouache. I’d just had a frantic time at the Edinburgh Festival playing a mouthy prostitute from Barnsley in a new … Continue reading

Lily

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I hadn’t posted a drawing yet, so I thought I ought to. It’s not escaped me that I do have a tendency to exploit contrast in my drawings. Just as in life, it’s easier to see things in Black and … Continue reading

Mother and Child

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One of the reasons I wanted to start a blog was to have a record of the pieces that I have made and sent out into the world. Perhaps it is apt then that the first one I chose to … Continue reading