What I hoped would happen has happened, (finally). The prints I began this time last year, based on a collection of poems about birds, have benefited from visits to exhibitions, internet research, reading and the passage of time. Three are Continue reading Birds at last!
My apologies if you have visited this site and seen that the most recent post was six months ago. I can’t even claim that I have been too busy printing to write up the posts but trips away, family distractions, Continue reading Six months of shameful inactivity
Quite pleased with my poster for Accidental Beauties….I needed a new one as the print which formed the background for Hours of Healing publicity was sold and is not in the new show. The print is from Paul Bunyan….I like Continue reading Accidental Beauties Reminder!
In the last week I have been busy preparing for my new show in The Exchange Gallery, Saffron Walden Library, which opens on Monday September 15 and is on until October 13, opening hours as the Library. The show is Continue reading Accidental Beauties Saffron Walden show!
It’s been a month now since The Hours of Healing was set up and a little more than that since I put ink to paper in a meaningful way. The exhibition took up so much of my time and energy Continue reading So what’s next?
A huge thank you to everyone who came to the Private View it was a very convivial occasion and I very much appreciated all your lovely comments.. Sue and I were really pleased with the way our work looked. The Continue reading Private View
Most of the prints I make are unique, mainly because each one often involves several different processes and this is very difficult to replicate exactly to form an edition. However, every time I make a print I develop the plate Continue reading Choices
I am now in the process of completing the final print of the exhibition. It has been an eventful twelve months since I first decided to celebrate the centenary of Britten’s birth. I never for a moment thought I would Continue reading Hours of Healing final prints
In my head the print for The Prodigal Son featured the turning point for the young man, when he is forced to degrade himself as a swineherd. The pigs were to be dirty, muddy and disgusting, in other words seen Continue reading Pigs
A few hours spent slaving away at the computer instead of the press means that now my Galleries are ready to view. I have left on view, but clearly marked, work that has sold as it is an indication of Continue reading New Galleries