Political Art, Remember, Remember….
Like most people on this planet, if you’ve been to an art gallery anywhere in the world, you’re likely to have stumbled across the artwork by an artist who lived during a time of turbulence and the only way to process living through any kind of trauma is usually to document it, whether it’s with a camera (in modern times) or in the past, and now, on the canvas.
Spiritual Discoveries
Somehow, while allowing myself more time to work in the studio outside of my constant to-do list, I’ve finally found time to use my new Pooki Printing press, which has been a game changer as I’m no longer having to use a wooden spoon to produce prints.
A Tale of Two Projects and One Implant!
This time last year, I was immersed in art therapy training at Tobias School of Art & Therapy in East Grinstead. Now, I’m immersed in two projects that I feel deeply passionate about, both of which are creating challenges I’m attempting to navigate.
If you’ve been reading my blog so far, you’ll know about my project to help individuals impacted by homelessness in….
Using Grief to Help the Homeless
On the 21st of November, 2021, just a few weeks after I’d survived mastectomy surgery for triple-negative breast cancer and after half a year of chemotherapy, my younger brother, Tim, ran in the Philadelphia Marathon and then died (we assume) in his sleep later that night.
For the few short years following this tragedy, I’ve been unable to celebrate my birthday or much of anything, really, but this year, I finally wanted to mark my birthday on the 6th of October. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to celebrate my birthday, but I knew I wanted to somehow “mark” the day ....
Walking Hadrian’s Wall
During the last week in August, my adventuring friend Michelle and I walked Hadrian’s Wall from Newcastle to Bowness-on-Solway, roughly 84 miles from coast to coast. It was an incredible experience and something we had been talking about doing for years....
My Passion for Teaching.
While I was still studying for my Bachelor's degree way back in the 1990s, my dad kept telling me to get into teaching because, as a pianist, that was how he made a living, as a freelance teacher, and it’s how he expected me to make a living because art school certainly didn’t prepare me for any income...