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- A Year of Reading
- 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.
- Mrs Noah’s Pockets
- One Cheetah, One Cherry
- Something About a Bear.
- Song of the Golden Hare
- The Cat and the Fiddle
- The Lost Words; A spell of words by Robert MacFarlane.
- The Newborn Child
- The Quiet Music of Gently Falling Snow
- The White Fox
- 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.
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This time last year there was a crowdfunding movement to raise money to place a copy of The Lost Words into every school in Scotland. The campaign raised so much, and it was possible to send with each book the … Continue reading
At the beginning of the year I was asked to ‘express an interest’ in a commissioned piece of work. The request took me by surprise, but once I had written, confessed my ignorance, had the procedure explained to me I … Continue reading
The dark seemed to come early, outside the mullioned windows of a city pub where I drank herb tea in the afternoon with Robin. City lights, the edge of winter and a curious numbness that descends before an event. Often … Continue reading
It feels a little as if I have stepped out of time. This year has been such a round of being at home, being away. And sometimes if I feel I have to pinch myself to see if I am … Continue reading
Today I ground some pigment, Bideford black again, mixed with water from Dulverton leat and painted some hares. These are all for sale for the Crowdfunder in Devon. The pigment is so dark, and I am still trying to get … Continue reading
This, then, is for sale for The Lost Words in Devon. £250, words and gold leaf. It’s a walk at Abermawr in early summer. It is made from Chinese paper, typed on my dad’s old typewriter, stitched, using an old … Continue reading
I have not done today the things I meant to do. Dark and wet, cold and miserable, I begin to understand why swallows fly south before winter. This is no weather for owls. And although there is some comfort to … Continue reading
I travelled, leaving behind a small flock of swallows souls waiting to be stitched. I stayed for a while in a small house where I drew, and wrote and thought and watched the birds. The small house was a harbour … Continue reading
It’s the shape of a cat curl. It’s a golden dog on a high hill. It’s a grey dog with mischief on its mind. It’s a blue plate on a wall. It’s listening to wrens stitch the hedges … Continue reading