Inspired, a little, by the famous poem "who killed cock robin" - a play on words and misappropriated objects, part of the foundling...

these "little people" began as canape olives on cocktail sticks, morphed into newspaper holding hand friends and in their latest...

I am holding on for every sun drenched moment takes my breath away I am spun in gold and bright I am warm I am summer shine: oil painting...

Pages from my latest sketchbook …. Layered watercolour and pencil on heavyweight cartridge, exploring shape to create meaning and reflect...

under shifting sands sparkling sun glitters on sea darkens sliding thoughts air crackling expectation waiting for the coming storm see...

"quiet spring" can now be heard! see me here, for a first posting with poetry reading, it's a little unpolished as a first piece as I...

joy of the journey one foot follows absently without direction or sense of destination a thoughtless aimless amble A larger piece...

ride your horse away go canter over the brow and begin again as the full moon is rising on the pink of early dawn

Autumn is all about mushrooms, and this year is no exception. From fat Portobellos to the vivid shock of a fly agaric, there is...

New collection "Faded Chateau Grandeur", dusky rose pinks, duck egg blue, golden ochre, forest green and touches of gilt. Inspired by...