All the Little Things — Hebden Bridge

This painting began with a walk as most of them do. A late summer evening when the chill had pushed the heat aside . The only warmth that was left was in crimson shoulders and noses. The mist descended. I began thinking about this painting with sketchbook notes and drawings.. The shapes of the plants, colours and the softness of light.  When I began painting I thought about how the path leads on to a thin track with a heart stopping drop. How I always chastise myself for walking that way when the light begins to fade. But then how...

After endless interviews for teaching jobs that I never got or in the end did not even exist (due to cuts in the arts) I decided to just create my own classes. This was about eight years ago and I just needed a venue. I remembered that my friend Hannah had a spare room at her studio and so I plucked up the courage to ask if I could use the room sometimes for workshops.  She said; "Why don't you just have it as your studio all the time?" and I thought ; "Why not?" I don't think I was...

Sometimes you decide to go for a walk and then the weather starts conspiring against you. The skies darken and the horizontal rain says hello. Sometimes you stay in, missing the open space and spending too much time on your phone. Then sometimes you think, blow it, I am going anyway.  So me and my friend grabbed our coats and went up into the hills. And it was glorious. The rain stopped on cue. Curlews, kestrels and bats! Swooped, glided and fluttered around us. Rabbits hopped and little lambs tails shook. And the skies looked like this... They made me...