Meet My Hungry Ghost

I’d like to introduce you to my Hungry Ghost. She’s been around a while: Earlier in my life she was bold, strong and rampant. Now, though she’s mouthy and her timing’s pretty spot on, she’s slowly losing her power – unable to gain the strength she used to have, back in the days when I…


Eco-Printing with Onion Skins

My first eco-print has been a long time in the making but has turned out beautifully. Who’d have though you could make such gorgeous colours with onion skins?! Here’s how it happened: I sourced some ‘peace’ silk online. Instead of killing the silk worm before it hatches, peace silk allows the worm to hatch naturally…


For My Son

12 months in the making; mineral pigments, home-made milk paint, upcycled wrapping paper, crushed egg-shell, re-purposed recycled cotton rag paper and milk glue. I didn’t know when I started this piece 12 months ago that it was going to be an underwater scene, let alone that it’d have pride of place in my toddler son…


Led by Leaves

I have always been a summer girl. I love that season the most. You see, for nigh on 10 months of the year, I’m chilly: layers of thermal vests and wool are my fondest friends. I wear a hat from November to February.  The long, cold months seem to go on endlessly. Thankfully, just when…

Chasing Beauty…

In the mornings, I look after my 2-year-old son, Gabriel. Almost every day we go out. Mostly, we walk the 10 minutes it takes to get to the sea front in Newlyn; the play park is there. Last week, walking home, I saw the decaying flower head of a hydrangea on the floor. I am…


Bamboo Paper

Treading lightly on the earth is very important to me. And that philosophy is at the centre of my creative practice. I have striven hard to find materials that have minimal impact on the environment. My paints are natural pigments, I use a milk-based binder and mix the paint myself. I use clay palettes, have…

Disappointment

I’ve never been good with disappointment. Like most of us, I’ve had both big and small disappointments in my life. The one where I spent months working on a coaching program and no-one signed up. The one where we bought a ridiculously expensive beef joint for Christmas and I burnt our special meal. The one…