Feed your Head – An Alice Inspired Afternoon Tea

If you ever feel like disappearing down a rabbit hole on a busy Saturday afternoon in central London, then I know the place to escape to – where waiting for you, you’ll find afternoon tea, a glass of champagne and a Mad Hatter’s Tea Party. The Alice in Wonderland themed afternoon tea, held at the…

My Pen and Ink City Panoramas

A few years ago when I was going through a minimalist phase I did lots of simple pen and ink sketches, trying to capture faces, places and buildings in just a few black lines, by reducing everything back to its basic elements. Part of this project included a series of panoramic sketches I did of…

Regressing to my teenage gothic self at Whitby Abbey

One hundred and ninety nine steps up from a harbour town stands the imposing Gothic remains of a 13th Century abbey. On a clear day you can see for miles around, out to the North Sea on one side and across the Yorkshire moors on the other. And on days when the weather is rainy…

The Reveries of a Solitary Walker

Because I’ve lived in so many different places, I don’t have one specific place to go to when I need to recharge my batteries. Instead I have a routine or a ritual which usually makes me feel a bit better. This involves an early morning experience – a walk, cycle, run, or just a prolonged…

Celebrating the festive season in Tanzania and beyond.

This is without a shadow of a doubt my favourite time of year. Past Christmases and New Years have seen me dancing until dawn in Amsterdam, drinking champagne on the streets of Coimbra, sledging in Stockholm, having tea with a group of Bedouin women in Petra, visiting Sylvia Plath’s grave in West Yorkshire, raving in…

Food glorious food in watercolour

Long before the culture of taking photographs of what you were about to eat and putting it on facebook, myself and other artists sketched our food. For me, it all started when I was a little girl and was encouraged to keep an illustrated diary when I went on holiday. Our caravan was often parked…

A wintery walk in Baldock with Vera and Baron.

Living overseas from my family, I often get a little, homesick… ok, ok, I often get terribly homesick. But I am not really sure what for – my mum, my sisters, my friends or perhaps just the familiarity of England. Well whatever the feeling is, or why I get it, looking at this painting gives…

London – home of the brash, outrageous and free.

Passing though Oxford Circus in London at the weekend, on a brief visit home to celebrate my 40th birthday with family and friends I met Greg, the London Underground employee. I asked him if I could take his photo and he said, in his most polite cock-er-ney accent; “How do you want me, straight on…