Monday, November 7, 2011
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Mailart #23 - a warm hat
The weather is set to plummet but I have a new hat that i bought at the Cranberry Island non-fair sale. I have sent the mail art as a bit of island PR too.
Labels:
collage,
found text,
hat,
Rebecca,
recycled postcard
Sunday, October 31, 2010


I want to create an experimental station at the Big Draw event that will lead to something different but also they are proud of. String, a pencil and ink... what do you think?
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Sharing with The Bury Art Society


I love the way life converges. My job, Eastfeast, has taught me that if one begins from who he or she is and does things in a way that feels right then everyone is much more comfortable. I approached the evening with that in mind and began with Cranberry Island, a little island off the coast of Maine where wonderful artists have inspired me and guided me to see and interpret. I thought that my otherness would be interesting. From the response, it seems it was.
Although hired to give a demo, I again decided to begin where I feel most comfortable, as a facilitator, rather than an expert. My talk headed in that direction, while giving people some of the tools for developing their own process. I was heartened by the enthusiastic way the members of the society experimented with pastels and monotype. Thank you all, and lets hope a few of you discover the blog!
Saturday, September 5, 2009
How do I draw?

Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Stimulus

Creative pursuits tend not to be the priority with me.
I bought a bunch of flowers (snap dragons, an african daisy, some freesias- a mixed bouquet) two weeks ago, hoping that they would be the stimulus I needed to get out materials, clear a space and magic the time to draw. It's been a bit busy and demanding lately. The flowers drooped, the next weekend came and I conned myself into thinking I would definitely draw a bouquet of bachelor buttons and stocks. MY COLOURS. This morning I noticed that they too were looking tired and felt that pang of disappointment that they were slipping away into anonymity too. On the way back from walking Lyra (the dog) I wandered through my vegetable garden. I have a cutting area this year and the smell of the stocks was a second reminder. Smell the flowers, make time for creative pursuits, draw the poor stocks!
If you've ever been in our house, for some reason there is red feel and when I arranged the still life, looking through the scullery to the study what I saw were the red tiles and the red rug when I had intended a drawing about the stocks.
Molly at the museum

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