Everything wobbles when you stand on a windsurfer for the first time. The board wobbles, the sail wobbles, the water wobbles and so I wobbled. Balancing on a plastic plank is a novel sensation to someone more used to being on the water in hefty wooden boats. By the third lesson I was getting the continue reading »
My studio table is a map of what’s going on in my head. Sometimes it’s tidy; mostly it isn’t. At the moment it’s full of half finished projects. There’s jewellery making stuff still laid out (lots of ideas, must get down to it when I get a free day). There’s a possible design for a continue reading »
Normal people decide they want to do for a living. They then go and find out how to do it, do some training, go for interviews or pitch for work, and then spend their productive years putting it all into practice. And, ideally, getting paid for it. It’s entirely logical, but I’ve never quite managed continue reading »
It’s hard not to take weather personally. I know it’s pure coincidence that June’s hot spell lasted long enough to get ‘Torhilda’ painted, varnished and slipped gently back into the wet stuff at Llanion boatyard. She had just settled prettily on her new mooring when the first low pressure system of the summer revved up continue reading »
If you’re not into watercolours I recommend a click of the mouse now before your eyes glaze over. For those who find sketching outdoors strangely exciting and challenging, here’s another of my colour mixing rants. It was the last day of term today for my art classes, and it’s become a tradition to escape the classroom and spend continue reading »