Fair warning - this is going to be quite a hefty, raw post. But like everyone else I'm a complex, kaleidoscopic creature, and a big part of that is my battle with cancer. I'm in remission, finished with surgeries, chemo, radiotherapy and injections. CONTINUE »
7 day mini-project
In my last post I talked about the importance of allowing space to #notcreate. Now I will contradict myself. The thing is, I had such a blast making cyanotypes in the river, but then I hit a bit of a lull. It was partly because of rain. So much CONTINUE »
Come and go
On the surface, it may seem that I’m having a dry spell. It’s true that lately I’ve not been producing work that I want to show. But there’s been quite a bit of busy stuff going on down below in the nether regions. That’s the thing about CONTINUE »
Madrid on Film
I went to Madrid last month with Milla. I had always imagined when I finished up my cancer treatment, had my last Herceptin injection and was told I was in remission, that I would want to throw a party. Or celebrate with friends over dinner, perhaps CONTINUE »
Cyanotypes by the river
There are two aspects I love most about art. First is the process, more so than the finished work. I lose myself in exploring, experimenting, trying, failing and succeeding. You probably know this already. I'm indeed an artistic Jill-of-all-trades so CONTINUE »
Porto on film
Some happy news - I've had scans and ultrasounds. Prodded, poked and examined and finally I was told I'm in remission! I've completed my final round of injections. For now and hopefully for the rest of my life I'm done and dusted. To celebrate I'm CONTINUE »
Sketchbook daily
Last December I felt like I wanted/needed to get a regular, figurative drawing habit in my sketchbook. All this abstractifying with my Prussian blue project has been and continues to be absorbing and wonderful. But the pictures are evolving and more CONTINUE »
Jardin Extraordinaire
So much and so little has happened over the past year that everything I've experienced in that time is actually more a big ball of wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey ... stuff. Indeed, recently I found scans from a film roll I shot last summer and totes CONTINUE »
All the browns
After days of torrential rain, the heavy clouds where chased across the sky by a biting wind. My roof. Let's not even go there. I'll mention my bedroom now has an interesting water feature and my son's room is minus a part of ceiling. Oh how I missed CONTINUE »