Frame nothing project. I enjoy the way that Instagram is an ideal place to start a collection. For a person with an almost genetic need...

HAPPY NEW YEAR FROM BV STUDIOS JAN 2019 My first notes from the studio of 2019 is going to be about my new years resolution (I know I can...

Notes from the Studio: October. For me thoughts have turned to making in earnest ready for the markets and festive season to come. As all...

Mrs Pegg was a peg doll that lived on the chest of drawers in the dining room of my childhood home. As the seasons shifted she became...

Notes from the studio. Issue one. This week sees me return to a normal routine. My children have returned to school and preschool and so...

Midsummer I love to think about the seasons. I have written before about seasonal shifts, they appeal to my poetic sensibilities. That’s...

March is a wonderful month for me because as well as celebrating two of my favourite people’s birthdays (husband and daughter) it’s also...

The Space Between Jessica Bartlett and Jemma Grundon The Christmas Steps Gallery, 11 Christmas Steps Gallery, Bristol, BS1 5BS...

Winter is going… Can you feel it? The change in the air. It’s subtle at first, walking out of work and realising it’s still light;...

It’s nearly Valentine’s day and the world seems to be awash with love stories. I thought I would share with you, some of the loves of my...

New year’s day, Looking forward/Looking back. 2017 was a year of small (but amazing) steps towards being more creative, I am proud of...

The last few months have seen me tentatively test out the world of the market trader and I have to say I am completely exhilarated. My...

Rachel Whiteread Tate Britain, London. 12 September 2017 - 21 January 2018 This weekend I had the delight of an arty day out in London....

Book of Leaves In my research into the Japanese traditions of Haiku and Haiga, that have formed a basis for many of my own works, I found...

Icarus flew too close to the sun. Icarus has long been an image held in my mind’s eye. The wings, the wax, the feathers, the burning sun....

I find them everywhere. Even in the most concrete, urban places somehow a stray leaf will have blown my way, giving imperfect balance to...