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 their keeper. Mrs Pegg's table became the place we displayed all our treasures as children. The fir cones, acorns and leaves of autumn; the twigs and bits of tinsel of winter; the catkins and blossoms of spring and the abundance of shells and petals in summer. Alongside this continuous flow of seasonal delights was the eclectic mix of stones, l

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; noticing the flash of yellow from some early daffodils. I love the change of seasons, it’s like the world is taking a deep breath in. There is excitement of what can come and nostalgia for what has been. I like the feeling of being on the cusp of something new. Being neither here nor there is so full of potential to be creative. This change-over i

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 what I achieved and the things I have made. I hope 2018 will give me time to really get going and make all the things I have been daydreaming about. This is the year that my twins start at preschool. A monumental milestone which will allow me (and them) to stride out and explore new worlds. A new chapter is quite literally being written this Ja

Rachel Whiteread Tate Britain, London. 12 September 2017 - 21 January 2018 This weekend I had the delight of an arty day out in London. This is something a try to do regularly, just getting out of Bristol is enough to shake things up. This trip was particularly inspiring and I thought I would share it with you. My main reason for the excursion was to visit Tate Modern to see the Rachel Whiteread exhibition and wow it was worth the coach journey. This is really exciting sculpt

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 out about the book: Man’yoshu. ‘Collection of ten thousand leaves’, it’s a very early compilation of Japanese poems. An unique work of its time. It was the poetic resonance of the title that first struck me, I pictured (maybe too obviously) a tree in autumn. The title of the book can also be interpreted as a ‘collection of ten thousand word