Last month, I celebrated my birthday sober to help raise funds for Macmillan Cancer Support. It's a cause close to my heart (and other organs) and, of course, I'm not alone. This, though, did not mean I had to forgo fizz on my big day, oh no. I was fully prepared to feel virtuous with my summer-time … Continue reading Zero Heroes
I said a mellow goodbye to Sober October with a fruity friend from the Languedoc. The well-named Lâchez-Vous! is a full-bodied Syrah/Grenache blend, red-purple in colour with the scent and taste of black and red berries. Dry and smooth, it went down very easily as I said hello to November. The next day, on a casual wander through … Continue reading Lâchez-Vous!
Last Saturday in our mixed media art class, it was time to work with acrylic paint and oil pastels - depicting what we could see from the windows of Studio 2 of the FirstSite gallery. The site is Scheduled Ancient Monument land, and there are archaeological artefacts beneath the building. So, no digging was permitted … Continue reading Saturday Morning in Colour
This weekend, it was back to school for me; art classes started again after the Easter break. The portrait drawing classes I took from January until Easter I enjoyed so much I didn't need to think twice about signing up for these mixed media classes. There are other classes I would love to follow, too, … Continue reading Saturday Morning in Black and White
I've been away from myself too long, far too long. Not my better self, you understand, just me. And so I was coming home when I signed up for art classes in January. Every second Saturday, I left everything else behind as I walked into the studio for portrait class. I was just me. After … Continue reading True Colours
'We are our stories, stories that can be both prison and the crowbar to break open the door of that prison; we make stories to save ourselves or to trap ourselves or others, stories that lift us up or smash us against the stone wall of our own limits and fears. Liberation is always in … Continue reading We Are Our Stories.
As seen today on the rear wall of a house in the Dutch Quarter, backing on to Colchester Castle Park, Essex. A feast for the eyes and food for thought.