Friday, 19 December 2014

pale grey dawn....

arrives slowly this Winter day. I have been remiss at keeping  this blog up to date.Life has taken over with work and pots of paint , upholstery sewn,  food and life keeping schedules full and hectic. The festive season is soon to be here and all I can ponder is parcels paper and festive greenery. Baubles glisten awaiting the tree and a hint of excitment in the air. Rabbits are up and on display at Unit Twelve spending time away from home chuffed to bits at winning and award the sit smuggly on their canopied shelf. Sketchbook now needs thoughts and words readying itself for Daphne's Glove the group project for the New Year but wait I jump too far ahead a step back to today a walk round the lake  collect the eggs from the farm hunt for holly and ivy to deck the hall and back for mince pies and coffee!








Monday, 27 October 2014

ginger days of beech and birch swiftly pass

..... and I have been remiss in keeping up to date with  the story so far! "Oh to be in England" and "Far below"  (see previous post) have been selected for exhibition  in the Contemporary Craft Exhibition at Unit Twelve I am thrilled and delighted and the rabbits are just cock a hoop ... just hope they control their enthusiasms and dont fall of the shelf! I have also received my brief for The Group Gathering project  Daphne's Glove and have been commencing research. Its a period now of notes, drawings reading and thought so sometimes it feels like not much gets done. Research is crucial though and leads to good foundations for a piece of work. To start with I was in London so went on a study day to The Victoria and Albert Museum. Interesting to look at all the  17th century gloves and the elaborate embroidery.  Then a week in Pembrokeshire  resting and walking allowed me time to make notes  collate ideas and  see if the story will work ( coming along nicely!). 
I listened to Dylan Thomas on the radio on the way down to the sea and sand and was totally immersed in the language and prose so this may feed into  Daphne's Glove ... This is my update so far  so watch this space and  follow the journey 


 a pearly queen





a squirrel in the making a winter scene

a sunset in Pembrokeshire and fitting end to this  page ....

Friday, 19 September 2014

a pale violet dawn...

and  autumn leaves beginning to change colour, blackberries ripen on the bushes and birds everywhere storing up for Winter. A day for  tidying and catching up with household chores after a busy couple of weeks getting commissions done and projects completed. Photos are now taken and applications in just need to keep fingers crossed and hope the story can be told! The piece is called "Oh to be in England" a well known phrase that comes from the Robert Browning poem......

Oh, to be in England
Now that April 's there,
And whoever wakes in England
Sees, some morning, unaware,
That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf
Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf,
While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough
In England—now!

And after April, when May follows,
And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows!
Hark, where my blossom'd pear-tree in the hedge
Leans to the field and scatters on the clover
Blossoms and dewdrops—at the bent spray's edge—
That 's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over,
Lest you should think he never could recapture
The first fine careless rapture!
And though the fields look rough with hoary dew,
All will be gay when noontide wakes anew
The buttercups, the little children's dower
—Far brighter than this gaudy melon-flower!



The title came to me as they do , phrases stored in the mind pop up from time to time and the story unfolded with items that  had been been kept for just such an occasion. The three rabbits sitting on under  tented  canopy looking out on the world...






Oh to be in England...... the three sat high above the world a tented canopy above ,silently watching all, hearing nothing but birdsong, and whispering winds, gazing out on the green blanket of fields and pillowy tree, the warm sun on their faces....




far below.... the fields rough with hoary dew a figure stands , stock still gazing up at the canopied world and dreams of being left on such a shelf up so high to ponder the far of hills....

Friday, 12 September 2014

a blanket of stone white cloud...

covers us all this morning and a wooly cardi will be needed for a short while until the sun breaks through. Wellies at the ready its off down to the farm today to walk round the lake before collecting bread, eggs and vegetables for the week-end. A very short missive today as lots to do arms to be attached, bodies to be put together and a kiln to be unloaded , however I thought you might enjoy a peek at some teapots. These are rather large teapots and have been commissioned I am just waiting to hear which one has been selected! Meantime since they are hot from the kiln thought you might enjoy a little look....







Sunday, 7 September 2014

a collared dove and pidgeon......

sit on the chimney top across the road busy preening getting ready for bed as the sun goes down.. It has been a glorious Autumn day with hints of orange and brown peeping through the last of the garden roses. Pink perfumed buds dot the borders, whilst other plants get ready for a winter sleep having done their glorious best. Its always sad to find the Summer heat has beat its last and the air has a chill bite when the sun goes behind a cloud. A Summer frock no longer warm enough, a cardi is required to keep the chill at bay. I have been busy working today creating the next story to unfold. A deadline looms and hence the pressure is on to get arms attached,  wheels on, so photographs can be taken. Today its all been about the found objects, creating the last hillock from an old meat serving dish then an edging of mosaic and now it stands drying until tomorrow when the grouting goes on...exciting as it is I am trying hard not to fiddle and poke and scrape at odd bits of tile cement...I cant wait to see the finished item tomorrow. However teapots are drying and mice sit patiently at the studio so glazing is the priority tomorrow morning. Before I sit on a comfy chair and rest a while after today's activities I thought you might enjoy a few more glimpses into work in progress!Take care not to judge too harshly as this is a sneaky peek whilst pins are in place, cement not yet dry and blue rabbit really isn't to impressed with being shown in such disarray!







Thursday, 28 August 2014

the sun has set...

 the wisps of mauve clouds ridged as a wave drenched beach lie upon the blue sky. A day of stitch and touch, wool and palest blue leather stay with me as I type. I have a story to be told and the characters sit waiting clothes and adornments, objects hitherto stored now emerge to  take their place. A shelf or two ready to be painted, a lampshade cut in half, a plate  its cream underneath  becoming  central to the plot. I quickly trotted to the market knowing exactly what was required so once  tasks accomplished it was  to bury myself in the store of faded gems  and gather  stripes and spots ready for the skirt. the following images allude to bits  purchased , glimpses of frocks and rabbits needing ears, plates with luscious patterns to yummy to resist.... more to follow soon and all will become clear....









Wednesday, 20 August 2014

the light is tinged with a hint of gold .....

and a chilly wind is blowing from the North reminding us our long days of Summer are slowly coming to a close and Autumn is just around the corner. Blackberries ripen on the brambles and eldberries glisten in the morning light.  Until the Autumn is fully upon us I always feel a tinge of sadness for those fresh early days of summer , with hot sunshine and light nights.  Tweed and woolly scarves are my comforters that will  get me through the Winter days but until then I will make the most of floral frocks layered up now with cardigans. Work is slowly drying and I must confess to making the most of Summer , enjoying the time of catching up with friends and gardening, work is slow paced . The kiln will be on next week and then everything will start to happen, I have a new venture to explore just waiting for space in time to allow it to grow. Until then just some bits and bobs for you to enjoy......











Friday, 1 August 2014

pitter patter raindrops....

this Friday morning...its quite a surprise as we havent had rain for a while, my flowers in the garden will be so delighted a bit of a pick me up in late Summer. The start of the day leads me on a meander down the garden to see whats growing and  where I can squeeze in more flowers.  Follow me down the garden path to the Wendy house but look Lola has already found a shady spot !!
Once pondered upon there is nothing for it but to start and plan the day ahead,  what is to be made and see how are things are drying ......so step this way and enter the studio.....

where chaos sometimes reigns and treasures stored.. full of tales untold

 rabbits dream of a life to be whilst gazing up at the sky above....

 clocks tick tock and wait for the mice to appear.....

and yet it reminds us its time for tea and to warm the pot first...

whilst all around are collected bits of this and that inspire and make me smile... and an old cupboard is packed with old broken vintage cups and samples of this and that...... and low and behold the day is done its time for home, a walk over fields and stretch our legs...... and dream of things to come...


Friday, 25 July 2014

wisps of cloud ......

sit high in the powder blue sky as I ponder the day ahead. A walk with Lola is always the first step of the day and leads me meandering across the hills soaking in the colours and smells of hot Summer days. How can you share all these things that fill your soul and warm the cockles of your heart ? I took my camera yesterday so follow me,  step this way, wellies not required as the grass is dry and the paths not muddy....

Lola  where have you been oh I see there were rabbits in the hedge and now you are hot......but we still have far to go..


Its over the golden hill and down the other side , through the wood and across the hay filled field before......
splash the cool shallow ripples of a stream cool a furry body and I confess some warm feet .....before home for a morsel of food whence the studio beckons.....


where notions of wind in the sails and time ticking slowly, tea to be drank fill the warm air. Things are piled high around me as a bijou space is all there is but its filled with inspiration and stories half told...bits of things yet to be created or that just remain as a remnant of something not quite known..... until another day begins a walk taken, a memory jogged and who knows what will unfold!