When I have had a weird day, the studio calls. Headspace is required to filter out, digest, absorb… then reject… Read more You never saw me…

It is always a bit of a dilemma to decide what to reveal of the personal life of the artist… Read more Paper and Pain

Maybe I was always going to be a songwriter, but it took me 50 years to actually get round to… Read more Word Wrangling

And there it is… Big Red Shiny Button pressed. Except it is none of those things. I’m thinking of suggesting… Read more Schrödinger’s Application (Part 2)

I’ve run out of the big beautiful paper, and can’t at the moment afford to get any more. But that’s… Read more Scale and Commitment

So here I am again… I’ve got myself into a groove, literally and figuratively. Music is important to my practice.… Read more “Addicted to the Shindig…”

I suppose my work has always had women at its heart… mothers, daughters (I am one, but I haven’t got… Read more An Unexpected Turn…

Stick with me… there is a point to all this rambling about the olden days… this kind of follows on from… Read more Trust

My own words come back to bite me… Lately I’ve been banging on to a friend about “Authenticity”. I’ve clearly… Read more Authenticity bites back…

There’s a cycle. I do wonder if being a woman, I’m more tuned in to these things? If you are… Read more Filter, Mull and Procrastinate…(repeat)