Not every piece has a name during the creation stage. Very often the name emerges days after, when the painting is resting and letting me know if any more little bits need to be added. This one, Annies Song, was there, right from the start. She was originally one of two that I created late last year. They were very spikey. Quite funky when I created them, but they didn't work with the most recent Emerging Collection, so I didn't launch them on the website. They just sat in t
It’s that solstice time again. The mid year turning point, where we are half way through and have time to reflect. Have we learnt anything? Well, it’s been a weird one for sure. There is so much going on out of our own bubbles – and I don’t mean our new social bubbles that the government has said we can have – I mean out own spheres. Our own bubbles of energy. Whatever your views of this Covid time, there is no doubt that it has affected everyone. You may have diversified you
I had got myself into a flat spin and then I realised there was just too much noise! Right at the beginning of Lockdown I really panicked. I was drawn into the spiralling frenzy of ‘You MUST diversify, you MUST change the way you run your business, and you MUST put everything ON LINE!!’ Right now. Do it NOW. Hurry hurry. It’s what people want. They need you to diversify. Hurry. Set up courses for art ON LINE, create meditation mp4s RIGHT NOW! People WILL buy them. It’s what t
I am complete. I don’t have anything missing, I just needed a make-over. And I don’t mean I needed my hair done or new nails. More like a re-boot make over, like a car having a service. I just needed the time. Time that I would never ever have taken off if it hadn’t been for Covid19. An enforced sabbatical, which at the start was a huge worry. A worry over money, and a worry that I would lose all that I had built up over the last thirty years. I didn’t worry so much about not
This is a project that has been bubbling under for a few weeks. I’ve held off launching it fully until after the Open Studio here at Wayside House on 7th December, but I’ve already had a lot of interest so I think I will explain the reasoning behind it. Some of you will know me from my work with clients, energy, reiki and healing. You will also know my passion for keeping everyone hydrated for various reasons – good skin, healthy gut, and mobile joints -but there is a deeper
From an early age – well about 12 – I knew what I wanted to do. I wanted to be a beauty therapist. Not a beautician, that’s different. I wanted this so badly, but teachers told me that I should go into catering because I was very good at cookery. There weren’t courses in beauty therapy in every college, and the only one in the South West was at Weston Super Mare. Three hundred applicants for a 32 place course from as far away as Newquay and Stroud. I had to get in, so I guess
At school I would wish so hard that we would run out of time and the lesson would end so I wouldn’t have to read out loud. I thought about this today as I was driving to The Kitchen at The Wharf in Langport – my hosting venue for Somerset Art Weeks. As a child I was SO scared of speaking out loud. Reading in class, or heaven help me – public speaking! Reading in class was a real issue for me. I still don’t like reading out other people’s words in case I mess up. I used to si
Now, don’t get me wrong, some people are very happy in their jobs and live their whole life doing what they do never wanting or needing to change. I know I was. I always wanted to be a beauty therapist. From the age of 13 when I had to choose options at school, I knew what I wanted to do and it wasn’t easy to get in to. There were no local colleges and you had to literally fight for your place. This was way before day spas and retreats. Aromatherapy was an alternative medicin
Since I’ve been working more within the art field, I’ve come across people who have no idea what a ‘commission’ really means. It’s either something they have never thought about, as they have never bought an original piece of art or, they have no art on their walls at all. Is it the word that puts people off? I do think it’s the wording that makes it seem a bit elitist. If you need help designing a new garden, but you aren’t a gardener, you call in a professional. If you are
I’ve always been pretty consistent with my blog writing, but I’ve recently lapsed. It’s been too long between posts, and for those who only follow me here, I apologise! I’ve been spreading myself across a selection of social media to find which avenue works best. It seems they all do! Not everyone uses every platform, so I need to keep in touch with you all, but I’ve been spreading myself a little thin. Some of you regularly read the monthly newsletter, while others like the
It’s a question we hear a lot these days, or is it just an age thing, and we are just more aware of it? Were we being told about being happy in our skin at the age of 20? Probably not. We were all concerned over our cellulite and big thighs, which diet was the best and how many Jane Fonda step ups you needed to do to burn off your breakfast. As we age, there is that realisation that we don’t have unlimited time on the planet. We are often aware that some people don’t get the
What an incredible few days! Who would have thought a year ago I would be holding my debut exhibition? Things have moved so quickly it’s incredible. If you have been a follower of mine for a while, you will know that this is a natural progression from the healing work I already do, but not to worry, I am still working one to one with clients. Both ways of working go hand in hand together. The preview night on Wednesday was everything and more. Such a lovely buzz with people a
‘Who does all the art?’ Asked a client I treated yesterday, as he looked at the gallery wall. A client who is not subscribed to the newsletter, and has no interest in any social media, so how would he know? Me. It’s my art. Now that shocked him a bit. Then came the questions:
How long have I painted?
Where do I paint?
How do I do it?
When do I find the time? When I explained that I work with energy and embed it in the painting, that was probably a little too weird for hi
I’m a little late in writing a new blog post. I was suddenly aware it is nearly mid summer, and realised I haven’t written since the trip to France. Rather than panicking about it, I noticed that I have actually given up worrying about time. People inevitably exclaim,’Where has the time gone? Is it mid-summer already? It will soon be Christmas!’ We are normally sent into a panic when this happens. Time moves at the same rate. We just perceive it differently. As children, term
I wait all year for my week of skiing. I’m not a very daring skier, and often find it quite stressful, but the clear mountain air, amazing food, spa treatments and some time with my husband, it all adds up to a pretty good week away. A holiday! Until this year where it ended up being a non-holiday. We had experienced the snow here, and then the worry about our flight, as Bristol Airport had actually closed the day before we were due to fly. We were checking the internet every
Some of you will have seen via instagram that I have been a little arty recently. It’s been a while coming to fruition, but I have embarked on something new. Something that can run alongside what I already do. I used to paint, but I’m not a natural born artist, giving up art at school, as only the superbly talented chosen ones were encouraged. My grandfather used to paint in oils and my grandmother was a dressmaker, and could sketch dresses on bodies, and faces with no troubl