My pillows and fabrics are hand made in India by skilled artisans whose craft has been passed down from generation to generation. New pillows coming soon...❤️ #designerpillows#throwpillows#handmadetextiles ❤️ PC: @stevenbernsteindirectorwriter
How I build inspiration into my work. The prompt from @thebrand_stylist for My Brilliant Brand challenge.
Inspiration comes from everywhere for me. Ideas are started by gathering playful, quirky and vintage items that I have collected over the years. Gathering, composing and photographing them is the next step. It is part of my process. The place I make the changes, the decisions, the final arrangement before painting. I don't always get to do this part of my work but when I do, I will shoot for long hours and sometimes even days on end. As an artist, I am always pushing myself out of the box into the realm of curious discovery. This alone has kept my art business interesting and striving for the past two decades. It is who I am, what I represent and how I constantly show up in my beautiful business of being an artist!
Autumn wind and squally showers, the shift in seasons picking up pace. We drift into sleep to the orchestral drum of the weather; it is harsh, but somehow soothing. Full Autumn has come early, so it seems, but the equinox and October draw close; it fits.
We batten down the hatches, switch food, feed the fire - it all seems too soon, but is no less welcome, as always. In winter I long for sun, in summer for woolly jumpers and warming fires. I am human, we are contrary by nature.
I pick tomatoes green from the garden, volunteers from the site of the former chicken coop, they will not ripen now. I time it well, they would not have survived this weather. Damsons from our trip to the borders and a crate of mushrooms going cheap at the market require attention, as do the leeks that bolted early thanks to the unusual summer. Life is a balancing act always, more so at harvest - time to juggle... Mornings become about preservation and fuel, afternoons for work. It is a compromise, but a necessary and enjoyable one. There is something so satisfying about gathering a harvest and creating a feast, produce grown or garnered transformed, a pantry full; food as fuel for creating, an inspiration in itself. Fruits are transmutated several ways, vegetables become risottos and soups, straddling the seasons; nourishment for the work and the weather. My mind is free to wander as I toil, becomes a sketchbook as I draft new ideas, consolidate composition, resolve issues. Mornings are doubly productive.
The wind outside picks up, winding time and the season forward. Lunch simmers on the stove and the drawing board beckons...
“If I can wake up
With you, that's enough
Don't care about the latitude
Oooh, you never know
Life's an uncertain road
Take ya high and take ya low
But don't you worry baby
I'll go anywhere
As long as you're there
Any way the wind blows”
From Cali > Connecticut > Hawaii, life only gets better with you as my partner in crime :)
I'm working on one of my most beloved subjects. A creature that holds so much magic ✨ he will have to wait a little while though as I'm back to work tomorrow.
I've been wondering where my ideas come from. They usually just pop into my mind but still where does that pop begin? I also realised that some of my sculptures are quite soft with easy carefree stories whereas some are harder to read and more emotive. I was worried that maybe making the former would seem less accomplished somehow but I quite like the balance. I decided sometime ago to just flow with what emerges, who am I to question the unknown source? 😊❤ #workinprogress#textileart#textiles#felting#needlefelting#woolsculpture#wool#paws#anartistslife#mycreativelife#emergingartist
Celebrate something wonderful said about my business. This creative prompt by @thebrand_stylist for My Brilliant Brand challenge was so fun to do. It is always wonderful to get feedback from your audience. Whether good or bad, it lets you know where you stand with your audience and that is an invaluable tool for any business. So with these amazing reviews, you know I happy danced around the studio when I received these.
TIME! I have actual free time 🙌 you know that strange phenomenon that seems to dictate our lives yet somehow never seems to exist?...Well I've found some.
My other half has gone on a stags weekend and although I love spending time with him I'm quite pleased. I know some of my friends don't really understand this aspect of me but I honestly enjoy spending time by myself. I find it so freeing just being able to do what I and only I want to do. I suppose some may say that's selfish but I think it's quite healthy.
So as soon as he left I skipped out the door with my basket and headed for the hedgerows (my predictive text just changed hedgerows to Jefferies which has tickled me 😂) they are booming with berries at the moment and autumns perfume is in the air, that sweet almost alcoholic scent of over ripe berries and fallen crab apples.
I've picked only what I needed and returned to begin making some dye with the hawthorns. I love natural dyeing and just fancied having a play...so I am! The doors are open, the robin is back on his singing perch in the twisted willow, I have a cup of tea and two whole days to myself. What could be better? ❤
Hope you are having a beautiful weekend xxx
An interlude, a window in time - garden exploring, artistic introspection; sharing, seeing, learning, growing. A self confessed hermit in training, even I need new places, familiar faces and a chance to unwind and explore.
We visit new gardens, shop for cheese in the market, share food and time with those we love. It is important, life too short, time fleeting; I clutch at it, hold it close and dear, make memories. Of such things do life and art grow.
Long journeys are surprisingly productive; drinking in the changing scenery, through Wales and into the Marches, we talk art for most of the way. The seed of an idea sprouts leaves in the talking, shoots up, expands, ideas coalesce and reform complete - I am eager for the new working week.
I am mindful of the passage of time; leaves are turning, the creeper on our house transforming, russet tones crawling up, bottom to top, inexorable. I am reminded, minded to make the most of the big things in life, the important things, the small stuff has a life of it's own after all. Big pictures are composed of little details, but the artist can still direct. I see the hills beyond the steps to get there, the landscape and flowers along the way...