It’s funny the way certain experiences have a way of staying with you. Sitting in a pub garden in Warberswick on a bright sunny day a woman just stopped in front of me, closed her eyes and took a moment. For those few seconds it felt as if she took in: the warmth of the sun,
Early morning Monday 12 December this was the scene that greeted me. I don’t think I’ve ever seen my studio looking so magical. What wasn’t so magical though was just how cold it was. The heater was on as was wooly hat and three jumpers! Working that day had an other-worldly tranquil stillness to it.
A dream come true – I have my very own studio space. After a decade working from a studio based in an arts co-operative it felt the right time to have a studio space built in the garden. It takes a bit of time to find a new working rhythm; where to put things, best