I’ve got a list of things as long as my arm to do in the studio. But I have stopped.… Read more Stopping and Starting…

I’m still reading Tim Ingold’s Correspondences. Today I am reading The Mountaineer’s Lament. In which the mountaineer sees all the… Read more The Mountaineer and the Artist…

The problem with being a prolific maker, and rare seller, is storage. My studio isn’t huge, but it’s bigger than… Read more Destroying to Create…

Had another evening with the Radio Public bunch yesterday. I am finding it reassuring being in company during the moments… Read more Waves, Layers, and Processes…

I’m rather enjoying the freedom of my art-life at the moment. I have no targets, no deadlines, and apart from… Read more Future Gazing…

My work has never been overtly political. I often touch on issues almost accidentally as I go about processing my… Read more 760 children…

It’s the immersion that’s the key I think. To totally surround yourself with something and work with nothing but that.… Read more Bent and Brittle…

There has been an unexpected return to fabric and stitch… I have now drawn more than 100 twigs. They fall… Read more A return to stitch…

I am often interested in the ways other people manage and organise their lives. One day I might do pie… Read more Using Time (with pie chart)

I’ve become obsessed with the humble twig. So far, about a hundred humble twigs. Picked up from wherever they fell,… Read more Rules…yes/no…