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- Artique, Tetbury. A small piece of India in the Cotswold Hills.
- Bears: 30 years of painting them.
- Book List.
- A Hole in the Sky
- East of the Sun, West of the Moon: in between the lines.
- How the Whale Became by Ted Hughes
- I am Cat: Walking through dreams.
- One Cheetah, One Cherry
- Something About a Bear.
- Song of the Golden Hare
- The Cat and the Fiddle
- The Wild Swans
- Walking with Cats ( Working title)
- What’s all the paperboat stuff about? Or: Living with a Playful Heart.
- Books in their natural habitat.
- Day of the Desk.
- Dragons in Torquay Museum
- Exhibitions and Festivals etc.
- Fishing in a river a thousand miles away.
- Mary Bear and Friends.
- My paintings in their natural habitat
- The Brides of Rollrock Island by Margo Lanagan.
- The House of Golden Dreams.
Author Archives: Jackie
For a while now I have produced a series of paintings with a heart motif; The Space Between. Sometimes foxes, sometimes cats, and the more interesting one that grew from a line in a Pat Rothfuss novel, The Name of … Continue reading
Painting in the mill all afternoon, I talked myself out. I was supposed to go to a party, but too tired even to drive such a short way I settled down to read and lost myself to the wonderful Into … Continue reading
My head inside looks a bit like my desk does. Meanwhile, Ffion and i were back on tv last week. Thanks to Kevin Ashford for letting me use this clip: Meanwhile, the bears are thinking about cherries and telling stories. … Continue reading
The summer is always busy. It’s hard to find the silence required for clear thought. George MacKay Brown talked of writing poetry as ‘the interrogation of silence.’ I know not everyone needs it to work, to think, but I do. … Continue reading
First I looked at the small bear. I wandered around for a whole day, searching for words, trying to creep up on them unawares. I found some, then decided there were too many and there could be less and less … Continue reading
This morning I turned the page. There was nothing there. I was at the end of the book. And the trouble with Robin Hobb’s books is that you don’t so much read them as live them. Finished. Over. One more … Continue reading
Today I received my first copy of The Wild Swans. It is always a strange feeling when you first hold in your hands a finished book that you have, with your publisher, created. There is something about this one that … Continue reading
It came, at last. The weight of the book in my hands was satisfying. The finish on the cover, the design, beautiful. I was nervous as I approached the pages. Now, on page 494, I rip myself away from between … Continue reading
So where did the cheetahs come from? My studio is stuffed with things ( including cobwebs- tidying up a bit today while paint dries, I realised I need to tidy up a lot). I have pictures stuck everywhere, cards I … Continue reading